#quickslver

[daadddysprincessss]

maximoff twins, they were always there for each other, and cared deeply for each other

[purplequvr]

@quickslver​

“   baby if you were words on a page, you’d be   fine   print.   ”

[wyslyyzr]

IT  IS  NOT  SURPRISING  TO  ERIK  that  his  children  are  mutants.  

what  surprises  him  is  that  their  gifts  are  so  unlike  his  own.  he  wonders  just  how  the  x-gene  works,  he  wonders  how  it  affects  the  chemical  makeup  of  a  mutant  child--he  wonders  frightful  thoughts,  those  of  the  like  that  have  led  to  his  own  torment,  he  thinks.  new  york  is  a  tall,  sprawling  city,  and  his  work  in  construction  will  keep  them  afloat,  banked  off  the  income  he’d  saved  from  his  time  working  for  the  mossad.  

but,  still,  he  worries.  still,  he  fears  what  will  become  of  his  son,  his  daughter.  he  fears  the  day  this  little  neighborhood  of  mutants  will  become  exposed  to  the  outside  world--where  anonymity  will  no  longer  suffice  to  buffer  their  persons.  

‘  pietro,  ‘  erik  calls,  scuffing  his  work  boots  on  the  shaggy  little  welcome  mat.  he  would  prefer  the  mountains  of  serbia  to  this,  but  america  was  ripe  with  their  own  kind,  and--something  had  to  be  done.   ‘  meine  kleiner,  come  help  me  with  supper.  ‘   he’d  stepped  out  just  long  enough  to  purchase  a  hefty  bag  of  groceries,  letting  wanda  continue  her  nap  uninterrupted.  a  brief  pause,  one  that  did  not  merit  the  attention  of  a  babysitter--or  charles,  as  he  tended  to  be  these  days.   ‘  pietro.  ‘   erik  repeats,  working  his  feet  free  from  his  boots,  setting  the  grocery  bag  carefully  aside.

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[hawkeson]

@quickslver​.

❝ brandon’s not around if you were looking for him -- ❞

[scldat]

@quickslver​ / “ i’m not asking for permission. “ mcu quotes / accepting.

FIGURES ; HE NEVER DOES. like ships passing in the night, he’s never had the pleasure of truly getting to know Pietro, but as ever, people talk. usually whatever’s being said is far from cordial, he knows the drill. the speedster’s appearance at his door, seemingly out of nowhere, thus leaves him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed before his chest ( metal gleams in the dim shine of the porch lights ), not quite sure what to do. he doesn’t like this         none of this. 

“ can’t say I’m surprised. ” there’s a distinct air of move or you will be moved between them, but he doesn’t budge. few can do stubborn as well as Bucky can, and even fewer appreciate unannounced visitors as little as he does. even if they do have a reason for a late night visit. “ feel free to go look, but Clint’s not here. an’ whatever mess you two got to sort out, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t do it around my house. ” calm and quiet. that’s what the therapist says. not dumb and dumber playing Love Actually on his front yard. 

[leagione]

“you think too loud. too fast.“ enough to make david twist and turn and hands on his sides, massaging his temple, soothing the small headache it had caused. he hadn’t meant to read the other’s thoughts. though, sometimes, it’s easier (no one can lie to us like this. truth, in it’s greater form). the telepath breathes out, pale blues opening with ease now that he is calm. “is that part of your powers?” @quickslver​

[mindeyes]

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❝ PIETRO, ❞   MY SON. A title once solely attributed to a corpse still feels like desecration to speak out loud.   Like he might summon the man's early grave with a mere utterance.   One day, this will change.    One day, they will be a proper family, and the world will tremble at their feet.   ❝ You appear restless, moreso than usual. Tell me, where is your sister? ❞

[delusionland]

💭 the aa kids 👀

“Pietro?” Ken begins, eyes not quite widening, because they, well, can’t. The intention is obvious in his inflection. Do you really want to know what they think about that guy?

“He’s he worst,” Jenny starts. “Not half as bad as Hank or Justice or Penance...”

“But definitely not as cool as Tigra,” Ken supplies for her. She brings out the worst in him sometimes.

“That being said,” Jeanne says, regarding them both cooly. “We don’t want anyone overly heroic, or that thinks they’re too good for us. Pietro---”

“He meets us at our level. He understands,” Ken keeps it going.

“---What it’s like to be around adults who don’t try to understand you---who want something from you... who want you to be somebody you just can’t be. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it---he doesn’t expect as much from us. He doesn’t expect anything from anybody. He knows that we’re going to be bitchy & mean assholes to him like everybody else in the world is....” Jenny admits, ignoring that that’s how... a lot of people have treated the three of them.

“And even while he wants us to respect him...” Ken continues.

“And even in his egomania and extreme lack of patience... He doesn’t think so highly of himself that he thinks he’s better than us. And he also doesn’t seem to think that being an Avenger or a hero is the end-all be-all of our existence. Or his.” Jeanne says, very slowly, a frown dawning on her features, as she remembers once again how much she cares for the man.

“He’s a person,” Ken says, finally. “And he doesn’t pretend not to be.”

“A shitty person---” Jenny continues. “But that’s why we kinda, sorta like him.”

“He doesn’t make excuses, doesn’t make up lies beyond what the others feed him or what he deems necessary. He’s complicated, but not overly so, and very easy to figure out. But more than anything, he wears his flaws and his trauma on his sleeve and his chip on his shoulder like a badge of honor.” Jeanne hugs an arm over her chest.

“That’s what makes him one of us,” Jenny finishes. Ken puts his arms between the two of them---they’re both heavy, but they’re used to the weight of everything that’s been put on them, and they deal with it together, and with the Avengers like Pietro, that they like. “He’s different, and he knows it, and he doesn’t try to preach to us or pity us. Because he understands us. And we... understand him as much as anybody can understand him.”

“He’s family,” Ken finishes, and the girls look away, but Jenny laughs into her grimace. Jeanne’s face mirrors the cringe. It’s always going to be more complicated than that---but put in the simplest terms. Yeah, he’s as much their family as they are each other’s.