You jogged steadily around the Lincoln Memorial Pool, your ear buds bouncing against your shoulder. Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy surrounded you as you ran your fifth lap. One lap was about a mile, and you were running ten. 

"Why you running?" An old man with gelled back white hair called.

"Avenger in training!" You called back as you turned, running toward back toward the tower. 

You continued your run. As you were halfway down with your tenth lap, something past you quickly. It was moving faster than light. When you ended, huffing and leaning against a tree, a man with hair that seemed bleached, his lower layers dark brown. 

"I finished all ten in your last half!" He laughed proudly.

"I'm in training, don't expect anything amazing from me." You huffed as you pushed yourself off the tree and began to walk toward your bike. 

"Training?" He asked in his thick accent, putting his hands in the pockets of his black track jacket.

"Yes, training." You kneeled down to put in your combo.

"What is your superpower?" He asked as he kneeled next to you. 

"I don't have any." You replied simply. He looked at you in confusion asking, "Then why become an Avenger?"

"You know how they stuck a serum in Captain Rogers?" You asked, him nodding. "They'll be doing that to me." 

"Oh." He breathed. 

As you got up and shoved the lock into your bag, he gave you a smirk. "You know you don't have to bike, right?" 

"What are you trying to do?" You asked.

Without warning he picked you up and began to run around, going very fast. You clung to him and closed your eyes, yelling at him to stop. He stopped abruptly, back in front of your bike. 

"Put me down!" You ordered.

"You can't order me! I'm an Avenger, you are in training!" He reminded you, smiling slyly. 

You wiggled out of his grasp and returned to your bike. You walked it to the bike lane while be ran in front of you. "You can't leave, I don't even know your name!"

"I'm (Y/N), soon to be known as (superhero name)." You stated.

"I'm Pietro, but I do not have a superhero name. Would you help me make one up? Perhaps over dinner?" He asked politely, his crystal for eyes looking at you kindly.

"Quicksilver." You stated. "You're quick and your suit is mainly silver. I don't need to go on a date to help you." 

You biked away smugly as Pietro stood there shocked, then running after you. He wasn't gonna give up on you.