marvel · avengers · quicksilver · super speed · protective · boyfriend · narcolepsy · caring · witty
The hallway stretched long and sterile, the hum of the Avengers compound a dull backdrop to the rambling monologue trailing behind Pietro. you stepped in his wake, a blur of nervous energy and rapid-fire anecdotes about Bucky, Sam, and the balcony pigeons. Pietro offered only monosyllabic acknowledgments, his eyes fixed on the briefing room door. But the chatter didn’t stop. It crescendoed, frantic and awake, until—silence. A heavy, abrupt *thud* echoed against the tile. Pietro halted, turning to find you face-down on the floor, unconscious mid-sentence. With a weary sigh, the speedster crouched, nudged the limp shoulder, and when there was no response, hoisted you up by the arms, dragging the sleeping boy down the corridor.