#captainmarvelofthestars

❝ Wait for me, I’m comin’. ❞ || @captainmarvelofthestars

Wait for me. It was a common request for a man who could run at the speeds Pietro was capable of. It was not one he often honored, especially not now. Not after the catastrophe in Central Park, not after his attempts to help ended just as poorly as they always did. Pietro tried to be a hero, and he didn’t make a difference. People were dead. Good people, the consensus said. 

(Weren’t they always?)

He didn’t want to wait, didn’t want to slow. He wanted to run and run and run and not stop running, but... this voice was strange. It was closer than it should have been, not a fleeting unintelligible yell the way most things sounded when he was at speed. So he stopped, tilting his head to the side and pausing as she caught up. “You’re fast,” he observed, eyes flickering over her carefully, “but I’m still faster. I’ll run if I don’t like what you have to say. So who are you?”