quicksilver

Father has two soft spots, Pietro, and you have the distinct advantage of being both of them–mutant and family.

Going to McDonalds for a salad is like going to a prostitute for a hug.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone.

I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.

You know, it only takes four muscles to just extend your arm and bitchslap the twat.

Congratulations on being an awful bitch who’s completely oblivious to the fact that everyone hates you.

Wine is constant proof that God loves us and loves to see us happy.

My business isn’t your business; so unless you’re my thong, don’t be up my arse.

I may look calm, but in my head I’ve killed you three times already.

I would retaliate against your snotty remark, but since you resemble a garden gnome, I’d say the joke is on you.

I thought I saw your face on my newsfeed but it turns out it was just a picture of a potato.

You want to walk out of my life, there’s the door. Hell, I’ll even hold it open for you.

I don’t do fashion, I am fashion.

Somewhere out there there is a tree, tirelessly producing oxygen so you can breath. I think you owe it an apology.

I’m only single because I’m too sassy for everyone.

Bitch please, have you seen me? I’m a princess.

I think, therefore I’m single.

Life’s too short to bullshit.

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun.

When in doubt, freak ‘em out.

I’d rather die my way than live yours.

Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but they make a good excuse.

I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.

Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.

Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.

I distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.

And I’ll generate a number and use the following starters below the cut!

(1-146) mix of angst, nsfw-ish, crack, randome, fluff, all the good stuff. All depends on how you interpret it!)

BONUS POINTS for reblogging without looking.

“Do you ever think what it’d be like if we had the same marks? If it were you and me?”

“Do you love me? And not because you’re supposed to.”

“Do you think I’ll ever find it? The one with a mark on their arm saying they have to be with me?”

“Do you think there’s more than one? More than one soulmate for each one?”

“Do you think sex with a soulmate could ever be better than this? Because I doubt it.”

“Get out of work? Just tell them your soulmate needs you.”

“God, I love you so much. I know what I said before, but you’re everything I think about, everything I want, I don’t wanna turn my back on this. I don’t care what a piece of paper says or doesn’t. I’d still want this, you, if it didn’t say a thing.”

“Hell, no! You get that erased right now! It’s not me!”

“I can’t believe you’re it. From all the people- You can’t be. I hate you.”

“I got your letter. I know we never talked before, but you sent your number and… Do you think we can meet? And yes, it’s your name too.”

“I know I always say I don’t want to know, I don’t want to get it, the marker, but knowing for sure there’s someone out there for you, no matter what… I can’t say it isn’t tempting.”

“I know you’re horny. I can literally feel it. And it’s not helping me focus at all. So can’t you deal with it?”

“I know neither of us have markers, but I’m pretty sure they’d be glowing right now if we did.”

“I know this is not ideal, but I’m willing to try if you are.”

“I know you’re scared, I’m fucking scared too, but this says we got each other for life, that’s gotta be worth something, right?”

“I thought I’d never find you. Are you scared?”

“I’m scared as hell. But I still want to go through with it, I want to be able to prove it to anyone, let’s do this, let’s get the markers.”

“If I knew sex could be this amazing, I would have searched the name a long time ago.”

“If someone had warned me I would end up here… I would still have chosen you. I’ll always choose you.”

“It’s me…? Hell, it’s me. It really is me. You’re ruined.”

“Look at it! Don’t turn away. Can you see it? It’s a perfect match. I’m sorry if it sucks that it’s me. But it’s true. You can’t run from this.”

“No! No, it can’t be! That’s not-, no that’s not it… [Name] I can’t be your name… It’s not possible because… You’re not mine.”

“Our chests might not glow, but I would do anything for you, I’d go anywhere, I love you, and if that’s not soulmate material, than I don’t want to find my soulmate.”

“Okay, name one time pretending to be soulmates got us in trouble.”

“Please don’t ask me to leave. I want you so much it hurts. I never thought it could feel like this.”

“Promise me, promise me you’ll give us a chance before you go and get your mark done. Promise me.”

“So what? Just because a thing on my wrist glows I’m suddenly supposed to rebuild my whole life around you? Please. You’re fucking insane. This is fucking insane. Get the hell out.”

“This is just too hard. This soulmate thing. I know they say I’m your only chance. But I can’t do this. I’m sorry. You’re gonna have to find another way. I can’t be your soulmate.”

“We have to talk… I’ve met him/her. I’ve met the one. I can’t do this, I can’t marry you tomorrow.”

“We’re done. Mark or not mark. We’re done here. Don’t call me.”

“What if it never happens to me? Do you ever get scared about it?”

“What’s wrong?? I could feel in how much pain you were just now. God, I’m still shaking.”

“Why don’t you ever let me see it? If you have the name already, why can’t you tell me whose is it? I thought we were best friends.”

“Yes, I’m still scared! What if this is just a mistake? What if it passes someday and you don’t love me for me? What will be left then?”

“Yes, we’re soulmates! I get it, now shut up and fuck me, because I’m pretty sure it’s one of your duties.”

“You know, for someone who’s supposed to be my soulmate, you really need a new wardrobe. Or a new whole taste.”

“You know sometimes, some people, they don’t ever find a match, right? Do you still want to know?”

“You’re it okay?? I don’t know how, I don’t know why, all I know is that you’re the only one that will do, it hurts like goddamn hell, and I don’t-I just need you to let me in, please.”

“You’re my soulmate, I don’t need something telling me that.”

He returned his attention to Wanda, mind already working on the best way to get her out of here. The straight jacket would be easy, but the collar around her neck was another story entirely. He crouched down, hands already going to work on the straps of the jacket.

“I am real, Wanda. But we can figure that out later, yes?”

There was noise outside, the sound of a scuffle. He tensed, unsure of what would be coming through the door. He wasn’t expecting to see Captain Rogers, out of uniform, step into the area with their cells. And, from the look on his face, he wasn’t expecting that either.

Rogers looked from Pietro to Clint. “You wanna explain to me how the other Maximoff got in there?”

Clint rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “Don’t know. One second she was alone and the next he was there. This might be something you should ask her once you’ve gotten us out of here. You did come to get us out, right? You’re not just here for an unscheduled visit?”

But, the Captain was already on the move, keying in the override to open the cells containing his friends. Soon as the door opened, Pietro scooped Wanda into his arms, moving quickly out of the cell. “I feel there might be a few things you need to explain, Captain.”

“Not Captain anymore, kid. Just call me Steve. And yeah, some things happened and I’m sorry Wanda got mixed up in it. But I’m going to make sure she’s safe. That both of you are safe.”