Pietro wasn't use to the effects of coffee . He tried to avoid coffee and any other stimulate as it put his speed in overdrive . He was not looking at the drink when he drank it. Unfortunately he had grabbed Els coffee milkshake . It was to late to do anything  . Instead he had to run it off so he took to the streets o f New York  to see if he could find space  to work it off

Getting the Yuri on Ice Preorder charms ready for printing and I decided to change Yurio’s BG colour <3

This week, Innes and Punky are on an international adventure to South Africa!

Griet sighs. “There’s a red-foot somewhere outside of town. It’s killed all our chickens and the neighbors’ and a few of the sheep down the road.”

“The sheepdog, too,” adds Pietr.

Innes frowns. “I’ve never dealt with a red-foot; only read about them.”

“What have you read?”

“They’re smaller than the average loaf of bread and are always ready to have a go at anything or anyone they think’s looking at them funny?”

Griet sighs again. “That’s all true and all you need to know.”

“Well, I’m always excited to meet new dragons, so I’ll see if I can reason with your new neighbor before I set out for home.”

Griet and Pietr exchange another, more sheepish, look.

“We can’t pay much,” he says.

“Who said anything about payment? I should probably be paying you for a chance to meet African dragons in their natural habitat like this.” Innes offers his most winning smile.

Griet’s expression goes relieved; Pietr’s shifts suspicious.

“Red-foots start making their trouble around sunset, right?” Innes glances at his watch, then frowns. “And I suddenly realize I have no idea what local time is.”

QUICKSILVER (AoU) X OC

 “Slow down Anya” the young boy yelled, almost tripping over his own feet as he sprinted down the cobblestone street. The girl giggled, stopping only to give him a cheeky grin.

 “Nope” she sighed, before running off again “You’ll just have to catch me Maximoff” she giggled, frizzy blonde hair flying in all directions as she weaved in an out of not very amused civilians.

 This was a regular thing however. The girl always challenged him to a race. And she always won.

 She skidded round a corner, trainers squeaking on the ground in protest, but she didn’t stop. No she didn’t stop until she was outside the Maximoff residence, panting and gasping for air.

 “Honestly, you’re so childish” Wanda rolled her eyes at the panting blonde, but still passed her a bottle of water all the same.

 Pietro showed up only a moment later, sweat trickling down his forehead.

 “You cheated” he grumbled trying to fix his messy brown hair “I don’t know how you did it, but you cheated”

“Or maybe she’s just faster than you brother” Wanda smirked, slinging her arm over Anya’s shoulder.

 Pietro was about to make a snarky remark but his mother’s voice cut him off.

 “Dinner is ready, inside, now” she yelled, appearing at the doorway. Pietro let out a long sigh, giving Anya a sad smile before beginning to head indoors. Anya ran a hand through her hair, before turning on her heel, tensing her body for another run. After all, she lived twenty minutes away, and she didn’t like to walk. No, running was much more fun. There was some kind of freeness that came with running, some kind of liberation. And Anya was addicted to that feeling.

 “Anya, where are you going sweet heart?”

 The girl froze, turning back slowly with a confused expression on her face.

 “Don’t you want dinner?” Mrs Maximoff asked, Pietro freezing at her words.

 “She can stay?” he asked, a new hope gleaming in his eyes.

 “Of course”

 Anya’s heart leapt with joy.

 “If you two behave” Mrs Maximoff stressed, reminding the children of the time they’d broken a family vase with their carelessness with her stern gaze.

 Anya nodded quickly, placing a hand over her heart. This of course made the woman chuckle.

And Anya stayed true to her word. She was polite during dinner, always saying “please” and “thank you”.

 Everything was going fine, until the first grenade hit.

 ***

It was two days later that the twins were rescued, in a fit of tears and cries of agony. But these came from mostly the boy, not the girl. As he had been forced to stare at his friend’s lifeless body for two days.

 “Anya’s still in there” he cried, trying to fight back as two men dragged him away from the rubble “She can’t be dead. She can’t”

 “Pietro” Wanda wailed, tears rushing down her face “she’s gone”

 But the boy was right. It wasn’t until much later in the night that they figured this out though. They had finally managed to remove all the bodies (or what was left of them) and were now placing them in black bags. But as soon as they removed the rubble from the girl’s body, a miracle took place. Slowly, her wounds started to heal, in under a minute, it looked like she hadn’t been harmed at all. After three minutes, her body started twitching. After four, she opened her eyes.

 Anya’s mutation had never surfaced until that moment. It had no need to. She had never been in a serious accident. She had never been in a life threatening situation. No, it wasn’t until that dinner at the Maximoff’s that she realised what she could do.

 Naturally it took Hydra mere hours to find out this crucial information – that a child had brought herself back from the dead. And naturally, they kept her hidden from the world.

 ***

It was many years since the accident, yet Anya hadn’t changed much. She still had unruly blonde hair. She still had bright green eyes that softened when a smile graced her face. She was still a sarcastic smartass, despite only having Hydra agents to talk to for quite some time.

 In fact, it was her first time out of the underground bunker they had kept her in, ever. And it was only so they could get her to a safer place. Ultron and his army were attacking the city, which put her life at risk. They were going to sneak her out whilst everyone was distracted.

 It took all her will power to not stop and help the poor shrieking civilians, her people. It was a natural instinct she felt, these people had helped raise her. But the stern looks the three Hydra agents were giving her stopped her every time. And the fact that they had locked her hands in some form of metal casket, meaning she couldn’t use her mutation.

 Still, the panic gave her another idea. All she needed was the right distraction and she could get her freedom.

 And it seemed that the universe was on her side that day, as a robot came flying at her, taking out one Hydra agent by sheer force.

 Perfect.

 Whilst one was off fighting against the bot, the other was easily taken out by a head-butt and a forceful kick in the groin.

 It was a matter of seconds before Anya was sprinting down the streets she had once called home, slamming her wrists against the walls until the casket broke off in chunks.

 The girl chuckled, rolling her hands to try and get the stiffness out of them. But she didn’t have much time to gloat. Her powers kicked in unexpectedly, causing her to jerk to a stop.

 Someone was going to die.

And she could stop it.

 She let her instincts guide her, twisting and turning, not paying attention until she reached a clear opening into the streets.

 She frowned, noting the large aircrafts that people were piling onto, trying to get to safety. But soon her attention was drawn to something else.

 A body.

 That’s him.

That’s the one.

 In an instant she was by his side. She didn’t have much time to question why he was wearing a skin tight blue and grey costume - or why silver coated his hair - before she was thrown forcibly into a large rock.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” yelled a blonde man, muscular arm holding her in place.

 For a moment she was lost for words, but when she felt the boy’s life force fading, she began to struggle.

 “I can help him, please. Let me help” she grunted, trying to shove the man’s arm off her.

 “Sweetheart he’s-“the man began.

 “He’s not dead. Not yet” she shook her head quickly “I can still save him. You’ve got to trust me”

 The man stared at her for a few seconds, mouth in a twist, before letting her go, much to the disbelieve of the other guy next to him.

 “Wait, what?” this other man yelled, grabbing an arrow, but the blonde shushed him.

 Anya sat at the boy’s side quickly, taking only a second to look him over.

 She tentatively placed a hand on his chest, closing her eyes. She winced as she heard the sound of ripping tissue, throwing the bullets that had gathered in her hand to the side.

 She needed to act quickly, or she would lose him.

 She placed a hand on her own chest, letting out a long sigh.

 It was small at first, but soon a dull green glow was visible in the girl’s palm. She watched it grow and grow until it was almost blinding, grunting as she pulled her hand away from her body. She opened her eyes, the glowing green colour of them scaring both the conscious men so much that they took a step back.

 She raised her hand above her head, feeling the power build slowly. The winds picked up, throwing around her blonde locks carelessly. But she didn’t care. All she focussed on was the boy.

 Using all her strength, she slammed her palm down over the boy’s heart, the force throwing her and anyone too close to the side.

 She lay still.

 Completely still.

 The archer moved over to check her pulse.

 At the exact same moment, both Anya and the boy shot upwards, once again scaring the worlds so called “mightiest heroes”.

 Anya quickly leant over the boy, placing both hands on the side of his face.

 “Breath, breath, just breath” she whispered, trying to calm him down. The boy looked around wildly, blue eyes wide with panic.

 When she thought he had steadied slightly, Anya sat up, staring at the two men who only a moment ago had been yelling at her, with a grin on her face.

 “Who are you people?” she whispered, rolling her neck back until she heard a click.

 “Us?” the blond man raised an eyebrow “we’re the Avengers. Who are you?”

 She was about to answer, but another spoke for her.

 “Anya?”

 The girl froze, slowly returning her attention to the boy on the ground.

 “Anya?” he asked again, trying to sit up.

 Her eyes widened in amazement.

 “Pietro” she whispered, before she flung her arms around him, crying softly into his shoulder.