Running Out ? Quicksilver

chapter six

"Bruce," I finished for him. I knew Bruce Banner, too.

"Right," he agreed. We reached a new door then, and he pulled it open for me, looking down at me and offering a half smile. "Small party for breakfast, is what it comes down to."

I paused at that, before figuring things couldn't be any weirder than when I'd woken up with Bruce and Tony hovering over me. With that in mind, I stepped through the door, and found myself in a kitchen full of, well . . . super people. Wanda I recognized; she was seated at the bar with a bowl of yogurt in front of her, looking moderately exasperated. She was seated by Steve, who looked much less patriotic in a green t-shirt, with unkempt hair. A black man I didn't recognize was on the opposite side of Steve, sucking down a smoothie with a plate of pancakes in front of him, seeming entirely immune to, well, the blue blur that I assumed was Pietro running around the room.

It was Wanda who first noticed my presence (given I'd stopped not a foot after entering the kitchen, I was kind of surprised), and she smiled brightly at me. "Good morning, Megan," she greeted, giving a small wave before taking a small bite of her yogurt. "Sleep well?"

My presence seemed to be enough initiative to get Pietro to stop running, as he practically apparated in front of me, a smile on his face, which faded as he seemed to study me. "You are still tired," were his first, conclusive words. "Coffee?"

Before I could answer he was by a coffee machine, pushing buttons. I looked around in slight confusion, finding Bucky had already treated himself to a bowl of cereal. It was Steve who offered me a regular person, semi-tired smile. "Morning, Miss Sinclair."

"Megan," I corrected. My voice was slowly returning to normal. "And I did sleep well, thanks, Wanda."

She smiled again at me, before nodding toward the black man (whose mouth was now full of pancakes), "Have you met Sam Wilson yet?"

"She hasn't," Bucky answered, at the same time that Steve seemed to come to that realization.

Sam gave a close-mouthed smile and a small wave, fork in hand. "Hi," he mumbled through his pancakes before swallowing quickly. "I'm Sam. You're Megan?"

"I'm Megan," I agreed.

"You do the cool glowing thing?" was his next question, his brows rising with interest.

"Oh, she glows?" Bucky hummed absently, stirring at his cereal. "I just thought she did the violently throw people at walls with her mind schtick."

My face flushed crimson. "Yes, I glow- and that was an accident," I explained quickly. "I don't do mornings."

"Join the club," Sam cracked a smile at me. "I wake up fast, but it doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Do you like milk in your coffee?" Pietro interrupted, looking up from the machine over at me.

"Creamer?" I asked, a small smile on my lips.

He nodded quickly (like every other thing he did). "Creamer, we have creamer- Wanda . . ."

"Fridge, brother," Wanda answered dismissively, before nodding at the bar stool next to her. "You should sit, Megan. Standing there will not help you wake up faster."

She had a point, so I didn't bother arguing. I went and sat down on the stool beside her, propping my elbows up on the counter in effort to keep my head up with my hands. I was about to ask Sam what he did as far as abilities went, when Pietro abruptly asked, "Sugar?"

"Yes, dear?" was Bucky's mocking answer.

Pietro was fast to roll his eyes, and even faster to rush to Bucky's side. "I'm sorry, I did not realize you . . . 'rolled that way'. Besides, I am too young for you, by what, several decades?" he said, before he was suddenly at my side. "Did you want sugar?"