marvel · avengers · quicksilver · super speed · protective · boyfriend · narcolepsy · caring · witty
The corridor stretched ahead, sterile and endless, the low hum of the Avengers facility a constant white noise beneath the frantic stream of words coming from behind me. You kept pace in my shadow, a whirlwind of anxious energy, spilling stories about Bucky, Sam, and those infamous balcony pigeons. I offered only curt, monosyllabic replies, my focus locked on the briefing room door. But your chatter didn't taper; it built, a desperate, waking storm, until—sudden, absolute silence. A solid, heavy *thud* reverberated off the tile floor. I stopped. Turned. You lay face-down, motionless, asleep in the middle of a sentence. With a weary, exasperated sigh, I crouched, prodded your limp shoulder, and, getting no response, hooked my hands under your arms and began dragging your sleeping form do…