He's Fast (On Indefinite Hiatus)

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“Oh please, I’m a pretty awesome person to hang out with,” she told him and rolled her eyes, folding her arms. “So let’s go get your cookie so you can stuff your face and shut up for five minutes.”

"How do you know I don't eat fast too?" He smirked, enjoying the annoyed look she got on her face with every question he asked her.

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Stephanie smiled a little bit, looking over. Natasha huffed and turned off the stove, turning and walking over to the cabinet, fixing herself a drink. “Well, it looks like we’re getting Chinese again,” she shrugged.

Pietro chuckled, careful to keep the volume of his laugh low, lest Natasha hear him and get angry at him. “You know, I could probably get actual Chinese food here within the hour?”

Stephanie smiled to herself, leaning on one hand to observe the scene. She really did like these nights and evenings with her team. It made her feel good; like she belonged. “Hey, that sounds pretty good, but you shouldn’t have to go out,”

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“Pietro, I…” She could even feel her form grow cold by the minute, even though his body warmth surrounding her. How could things go down like this? How did she not sense this? God, all she knew was that she may be dead with in the morning. Annie looked up to the silver headed runner, glazed over eyes casting a lifeless stare in to his own. “Don’t forget me…”

“No… No, no no no,” he repeated in denial of her insinuation. “Don’t you dare talk like that.” He ran for the door, holding on to her with a tight care. Running through the city in a blur of speed, his eyes searched for the nearest hospital. He entered the wide doors of them and held Annie’s cold body next to the front desk. “Somebody get me some help now!” he yelled for help frantically.

With a few mere…dreadful hours passing it was another nurse who had entered the room, brown eyes immediately setting upon Pietro. “Sir, you can come and visit her now, she’s stable and concious but you must be out with in the hour.” The woman mentioned having stepped closer to engage conversation. Though anticipating him to blast off in a high speed, she didn’t know what he was gonna do.

Pietro thought to argue with the nurse regarding the time limits he was given, but held his tongue, in favor of running past her in a flurry of speed. He ran to Annie’s room in a matter of seconds, coming to stand near the head of her bed with a frown of his face as he took in the sight of her.

“Did they tell you I was leaving tomorrow already?” She lightly teased in a raspy and weakened voice, eyes half open from the amount of exhaustion she felt…and morphine. However, she was safe, let alone not dying. So why didn’t she even get a glance at those silver blue hues of the mutant?

"No. They didn't," he replied, walking to a nearby chair and dragging it over to her bedside. "How do you feel?" That was what he really cared about, not how fast she would be leaving. That was virtually useless if she wasn't feeling any better.

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He moved to stretch his legs. "If I twist my ankle, I will be in trouble with more people than just Wanda. But I suppose Wanda will be most upset with me."

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She smiled gently as he took the pill. Gently, she took the tray and picked it up before rising to her feet herself. “I’ll be seeing you,” she told him sweetly. Cristina knew she had to gain his trust, especially with the operation going underway in the next couple days. She knew she’d be a hero at SHIELD when she returned with both twins safe and sound after three years deep inside Hydra’s base.

Pietro moved back against the wall. Pulling up his knees to his chest, he draped an arm over them, watching her leave the room. He felt like, for once, there was someone in the organization that he could trust, someone who wasn't lying to him every chance they got.

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"You make a tempting offer," he chuckled. "Maybe I won't drop you--so long as you hold on tight that is. You wouldn't believe how many people I have dropped halfway through a run before."

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“No, I wouldn’t.” Clint growled at Pietro. He slipped his gear over his shoulder. “Now yly are getting cocky.”

“So?” Pietro asked, ignoring the displeased tone in the other’s voice. “So what if I am cocky?”

Clint rolled his eyes and allowed him to go before him as they walked. “Nothing wrong with it. You just really want to be my favorite don’t you.

Pietro smiled to himself and tried to hold back a laugh. "What do you mean 'want' to be? I thought I already was?"

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“Of course you do.” She smiled shaking her head as she cleaned up the food, “I’m always right.” She chuckled.

He laughed outright. “Of course you are,” he replied in sarcasm, though he knew she was mostly right all the time

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“I will definitely do that.” She giggles and then smirks at him. “But is this just an excuse to get a peek yourself?”

He laughed in return. “Don’t flatter yourself,” he teased her.

“To bad…. I might have given you a peek right here” she states smiling.

‘Why, Vala,“ he states in mock surprise, placing a hand over his heart dramatically to show it, “if I didn’t know any better, I’d say your’re flirting with me.”

She smirks at him. "You just now realizing this pretty boy?” She states sarcastically.

“That I’m pretty?” He flips his hair back with a free hand. “No, I already knew that,” he teased in return.

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“The team could always adjust to it? Wear ear headphones or something?” he suggested to her He didn’t want to give up just because of one setback “And maybe all you need to do is whistle.”

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“Funnily enough I didn’t think you’d believe me, but it is true” she shot back an edge in her voice.

“Oh yeah?” he shot back, equally as challenging. “And do you have proof for this claim?”

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