Tell Flash (QuicksilverxReader) One-Shot

It was a Friday afternoon and the bell had just rung, signaling that your classes were now over. Heaving out a heavy sigh, you packed up your things into your bag and started heading towards the classroom door to leave. Since you were on the third floor, the halls had become empty by the time you reached the main entrance of the building. You were prepared to leave and head back home to watch some of your favorite shows until a gust of wind blew your hair back and you were soon face-to-face with a devious trickster.

“Pietro?” you arched an eyebrow at him. “I’m surprised that you actually dared to come to school. Sorry to tell ya but you’re a couple of hours late.”

He chuckled and leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded over his chest. A boyish grin spread across his lips but when your eyes flickered down, you noticed the way his foot was bouncing rapidly on the concrete pavement.

Is he nervous or something? you thought puzzled.

“Hey I was actually here this morning!” he protested. “I would have stayed too but I forgot to do my Trig homework so I thought to myself, “why have to listen to Mrs. Brier’s nagging when I can just go home and eat some Twinkies?” So I’m sure you can figure out the rest,” he smirked.

“Yeah, I can,” you laughed.

Pietro had always been the troublemaker at your school for as long as you could remember. You met him midway through Freshman year when you were running late to school. You had dropped something on your way so when you stopped and jogged backwards to get it, you had bumped into him. After discovering his powers Sophomore year though, you accused him of bumping into you on purpose. He of course denies it.

“So I was wondering if you’d like to head out to the skater rink with me?” he asked.

“I don’t know how to ride a skateboard though….”

“Relax, princess,” Pietro grinned. In a second he appeared by your side with his elbow on your shoulder as he leaned against your body. “I can teach you all that you need to know. And if you fall, be sure to know that I’ll catch you,” he winked.

Despite your blushing cheeks you said, “Somehow I doubt that.”

“Okay so maybe I’d laugh my ass off at you for a bit. But that’s it.”

“You’re lucky I have no plans,” you scoffed, shaking him off your shoulder.

You rapidly went down the stairs only to be meet with Pietro’s face in front of yours again. He took your hand and before you could realize, he was carrying you now. Your legs were wrapped around his torso and so were your arms around his neck.

“Hang on tight, beautiful,” he grinned. “I wouldn’t want you to get whiplash.”

“Wait what—?”

You were left in your confused state and with the world becoming a blur around you while Pietro used his powers to get down to the skater rink. For the few seconds that you were on his back, you thought the world was moving in slow motion while you were the only one moving at a “regular pace.” When you arrived, you were amazed at how fast Pietro had gotten you there.

“Wow I think I just realized what it’s like to be you.”

“What do you mean?” He looked at you curiously, quickly getting his skateboard from his house.

“Well when you’re moving fast, the world is put in slow motion. That probably gets pretty annoying every now and then,” you explained.

“Sometimes it does,” he shrugged. He put a helmet on your head so that you wouldn’t get hurt and smiled at you and said, “But sometimes you find that special someone that you wouldn’t mind going slow for.”

He patted the top of your head and helped you get on the board, leaving you wondering what that could have meant.

     Pietro helped you out with the basics by teaching you how to keep balance and how to not fall off while riding. You were very nervous and shaky at first. You kept your arms out just in case you would ever have to brace your fall. Pietro assured you that he would catch you but you weren’t about to trust this trickster so quickly (no pun intended). Eventually you got the hang of it and felt the excitement rush through you when you picked up speed.

“You’re doing great, (Name)!” Pietro shouted from the side, wide grin on his lips. “Just be careful, alright?”

“Pietro, I got this!” you shouted back confidently.

But sadly you were getting a little cocky with yourself and soon lost your balance. Since you were skateboarding near rink that formed into a halfpipe, you were about to fall into that and hurt yourself. Just when you expected you feel the hard concrete meet your face, you felt a pair of arms wrap around you and bring you back to your feet.

“Whoa thanks, Pietro,” you gasped, heart still beating fast from what almost happened.

“Uh (Name)...I’m over here….”

You looked up to see that Pietro had not in fact catched you but it was another kid around your age with short brown hair and green eyes. He smiled down at you as he let you go, stuffing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. Pietro was standing awkwardly off to the side, eyes flashing unsure between the two of you.

“Oh it was you who saved me!” you blushed. “Thank you! Sorry I thought it was my friend since, well…”

“No need to explain,” he chuckled. “I’ve heard about your friend before and let’s just say we’re not that different.”

You took a shy step towards. “Wait so you have powers too?” you asked in a excited yet hushed tone.

“Yes, yes I do,” he grinned.

“Uh (Name)?” Pietro said. “Let’s continue our skateboarding. Thanks dude, for saving her and all.”

He wasn’t sure why but he felt oddly uncomfortable by what was going on here. But Pietro for the life of him didn’t know why. He put a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to the skateboard but you stopped him and took another step towards the other teen.

“My name’s (f/n) (l/n),” you smiled. “What’s yours?”

“Barry Allen,” he smiled back. “It’s nice meeting you, (Name).”

“It’s nice meeting you too,” you said with a bashful grin on your lips.

      Pietro didn’t like the way things were looking one bit.

♦♦♦One Week Later♦♦♦

Pietro was waiting for you in his basement. The two of you were supposed to hang out this afternoon but you hadn’t shown up yet. After playing over two hundred games of Pong, he was beginning to wonder if you’d ever show at all. He glanced at the clock one more time. You were about half an hour late for your meetup.

“What is she doing?” he sighed.

His ears perked up when he heard the rapid sound of feet moving down the stairs.

“Pietro, I’m so sorry!”

A smile lit up his face when he heard your voice.

“Relax Princess,” he grinned, turning around in his seat to face you. “At least you’re—”

“I was hanging out with Barry this morning and time just flew by!” you explained, cheeks red from running all the way to his house.

The smile that was on his face was soon replaced with an irritated frown.

“Oh? And why couldn’t he carry you instead of making you run all the way here?” he rolled his eyes.

On second thought, Pietro realized that he wouldn’t have liked that at all. That was his thing. That’s what he always did whenever you panicked about being late to class or about coming home after your curfew.  

It’s our thing, he thought.

“It doesn’t matter actually,” he murmured. “Hey, uh, so what do you want to do?”

You plopped down on the couch in the basement and looked around to see what you two could do to entertain yourselves. As you thought about what to do, you couldn’t help but feel that an awkward tension had formed between you and Pietro. The two of you had always been good friends so you weren’t sure what could have happened in the past few days that could have caused this tension. When you glanced over at him and saw the weak smile and deflated look in his eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest. But you hadn’t done anything wrong, right? All you did was hang out with Barry a few times. Speaking of Barry, your phone beeped and you received a text message from him.

“Is that Barry…?” Pietro asked.

The tone of his voice made it sound like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know.

“Um yeah that was him,” you smiled. “He just wants to know when’s the next time we’re gonna hang out.”

“Remind me again how you got his number?” he asked skeptically.

“Oh after that the day where I almost fell to my death—”

“I would have catched you, ya know,” Pietro muttered bitterly.

“I know, Pie,” you chuckled, using the nickname he loved yet hated at the same time. “But anyways, after that day I went home and saw his name on my contact list. He probably saved his number onto my phone sometime during our conversation. When? I have no idea. He’s just that fast.”

“....Whatever,” Pietro rolled his eyes.

He turned around in his chair to continue playing his Pong game. Now you were definitely sure that something was wrong. You weren’t about to play the guessing game with Pietro so you decided to confront him about it right now before you chickened out.

“Pietro is something wrong? Like, did I do something wrong?” you asked puzzled. “Cause you’ve been acting weird lately.”

“Oh yeah. I’m the one acting weird,” he scoffed.

“What’s the matter with you?” you scowled. “All I’ve been doing is hanging out with another boy. I’m sorry Pietro, am I not allowed to do that? Am I only limited to talking to you? You’re not the only guy in my life,” you muttered, crossing your arms.

“Don’t you think I know that?” he snapped, using his powers so that he could stand a foot away from you.

“Then what the hell is your problem!”

“My problem is you and that little boyfriend of yours who thinks he’s all great—”

“Oh my god,” you cut him off with a laugh. “You’re just mad that you’re no longer the fastest boy on the planet. God, Pietro,” you huffed, getting up from the couch. “As if your ego couldn’t get any bigger.”

You jogged up the stairs fast, not wanting him to see the tears that were threatening to spill. You were angry, upset, and confused. You hoped that maybe Pietro would speed on over to you as usual and give you one of his signature bear hugs but you were left disappointed. Pietro himself was left wondering why he didn’t go after you.

“God I’m such an idiot,” he groaned, slapping his forehead.

♦♦♦♦♦♦

The next day you were sitting on the front steps of your house, listening to music to calm yourself down and to try to stop thinking about what had happened yesterday. You were analyzing every little detail and everything that was said and left unsaid. You kept replaying different scenarios in your head; with each one having a different outcome. Some of the outcomes were good, others were bad and some were even worse than what happened had yesterday.

“Hey there,” someone greeted above you.

You looked up and saw Barry with a sympathetic smile on his face. He sat down next to you, twiddling his thumbs.

“Is everything alright?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Pietro and I got into a fight yesterday.”

“You did?’ he raised an eyebrow at you. “About…?”

“Um….it might have had to do with you…..” you trailed off shyly.

“Wait hold up,” he said baffled. “Now you really need to tell me what happened. Come on, (Name). Don’t be afraid to tell me.”

You sighed. “Well…”

♦♦♦One Week Later♦♦♦

      It was another boring Monday with students trudging through the halls like zombies with their backpacks weighing down their spirits. Pietro had been gathering some things from his locker for his next class when his locker door was forcibly closed by someone. He looked at the punk who dared to try to do that, sassy grin in place when he saw who it was.

“Oh look it’s you,” he said, faking enthusiasm.

“Yeah me,” Barry spat. “And I need to talk to you.”

“Oh? About?”

“About (Name).”

Pietro’s face went serious when you were brought up. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at Barry with a face that read, “this better be good.” He was in no mood to put up with the other fast teen who was kinda the reason why he had gotten into you a fight with you. Kinda.

“So you’ve probably guessed it, but I like her,” Barry began, ignoring the way Pietro’s eyes widened. “I really like her in fact. So try not to get into the way of things okay?”

Barry was about to confidently stride away until Pietro zipped around him and poked his finger into his chest to say, “You’re funny, kid. Real funny. Now you also must be real cocky to think that I would just let you have my (Name) so easily.”

“Since when is she yours?” he scoffed. “She told me you two fought. What a loving boyfriend you must be.”

Pietro balled up his fists. “First of all, couples fight all the time and it’s normal. Second, she’s not really mine….yet. And third, I fought with her cause I was pissed that she was hanging out with you!”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” he nodded while biting his lips to prevent himself from smiling. “And why’s that?”

“Because I can’t stand the fact that she might actually like you back!” Pietro snapped.

“Wait...what…?”

Barry moved over to the side to reveal you standing there looking bewildered by what you had just heard. You couldn’t believe your ears and Pietro couldn’t believe that you had just heard all of that. He looked over to Barry who was bouncing excitedly in his spot, big grin on his lips.

“Well now that that’s out in the open, make up you two!” he declared. “Or makeout. Whatever floats your boats.”

“H-How long have you been standing there…?” Pietro asked timidly.

“Um...long enough….”

“When did you even get here?” he asked.

“One minute I was talking to Mr. R and the next I was here….”

“Yeah that was all me,” Barry spoke up proudly.

“Holy shit,” Pietro glanced at him. “You really are fast.”

“I know,” he grinned. “Well I gotta get to class so have fun you two!”

He was off before the either of you could question him any further. That left just you and Pietro in the semi-empty hallway. You looked down at your feet; Pietro looking awkwardly off to the side. Neither of you knew what to do or say next.

“So….you like me?” you looked up at him shyly with a sheepish smile on your lips.

“Uh yeah, I do,” Pietro confessed, smiling back. “I’ve been a dick about it though. I guess I just suck at explaining shit.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” you chuckled softly.

The late bell rang but neither of you moved. The gap between you two was small but felt large because of the silence. You both took a careful step towards one another.

“So is that why you got mad at me?” you asked warily. “You were jealous that I was hanging out with Barry?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. Your eyes flickered downwards to Pietro’s shaky leg and Pietro wished his powers were to also shrink so that he could escape this mess. He knew that he could run away but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to leave you in this state. “...Yes, actually,” he admitted. “I was jealous.”

“Pietro why on Earth were you jealous? I figured that even you were smart enough to realize that I liked you….just you and no one else…”

“Because he’s faster than me, (Name)—”

“Oh God, not this again,” you rolled your eyes.

“Just hear me about...please,” he pleaded. “He’s faster than me, okay? And I’ve never met anyone who's faster than me. When he caught you before I could at the skater rink, I just felt….so weird. Like, I’m the one that’s supposed to catch you before you fall, not him. And then you started hanging out with him more….” He licked his dry lips. “I thought that you were really starting to like him.”

You walked over to him and pulled him by the collar. “You’re such an idiot,” you grinned. “But you’re my idiot.”

You pulled him closer to you to brush your lips against his in a tender kiss. Pietro’s arms instinctively wrapped around your waist to bring you even closer to him as he kissed you back. He combed his fingers through your hair while his lips moved softly against yours. The kiss left you both breathless and red in the face.

“So….”

“You wanna cut class?” you smiled cheekily.

“Whoa, Princess!” Pietro gasped in fake astonishment. “Since when did you like to break the rules?”

You wiggled out his grip and began to walk backwards to class.

“Well fine….if you don’t want too….” you trailed off with a smug smirk. “Just so you know we have a test in Trig today and—”

    Right when you blinked, you opened your eyes just in time to feel Pietro seating you down on the couch back at his place. He sat down next to you, arm around your shoulders. He offered you a cherry flavoured popsicle.

“I thought you might do that,” you laughed.

He licked a line up his orange flavoured popsicle.

“You know me so well, Princess,” he smirked.

“Oh hey you know that Barry calls himself The Flash sometimes? Just thought you should know,” you giggled.

“Seriously?” he raised an eyebrow. “Well tell ‘The Flash’ that he’s a pussy.”

“Really? Even after he helped us get hooked up? Do you really still not like him?”

“Hell yeah I don’t,” Pietro scoffed. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek. “Princess, you’re mine and only mine.”

“I have no problem with that~”