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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 15

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Tony‘s wedding day finally arrived and Nat picked up y/n to fly her to it. A few weeks have passed since Part 14

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/618303556387209216/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-14-pairing

Here‘s the first Part:

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/616925412632739840/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-1-pairing

Warnings: Not any

The wedding came faster than y/n had thought. It was indeed scheduled on the 24th of August, and Nat would pick her up in the morning, for them to fly to New York together. Y/n had shortly debated getting ready in the hotel room, but Nat had told her they wouldn’t stop there before and she was sure y/n could survive the flight to New York in a dress. The dress in question Nat had brought with her when she arrived the night before. It was long and sleeveless in emerald green, with a sweetheart neckline. Nat had also brought her some high heels to go with it, black, and golden jewelry. Upon expecting the pieces, y/n had felt grateful to Nat. She loved dressing up, it always felt like putting on an armor, but better, and Nat had shown what y/n thought to be exquisite taste. This was confirmed when, at an ungodly hour in the morning of the wedding day, she had put it on. It fit perfectly and brought with it an air of elegance y/n hadn’t seen since her spy missions for the CIA. She put her hair up and applied some of Nat’s makeup and when she looked back into the mirror, she sighed contently. “Yup”, she whispered, “I still got it.”

“I fully agree.” Y/n startled for she hadn’t heard Nat enter the room.

“And I can only return the compliment!” The Black Widow beautifully lived up to her name in a black, body-con dress and silver jewelry. “I see hot is written in capitals with you.”

Nat laughed and put an arm around y/n. “Oh yes it is. I’m going to quickly talk to T’Challa, you can wait in Shuri’s lab if you want.”

“Alright”, y/n agreed. She loved the lab. Like the training room, it had big windows and even though she had cursed getting up before six, it was now a perfect opportunity to watch the sun rise. Like she thought, Shuri wasn’t in the lab yet, she was probably sleeping, so it was eerily quiet. Slowly, y/n walked around, looking at the equipment on the tables. After a while, she laughed quietly. “Oh Shuri.” She had found a really old radio, and some plans on the side. Evidently, Shuri had been trying to get it to work. Out of curiosity, y/n pressed the on button. There was a static sound, so she turned the dial to find music. A slow reggae song was playing faintly on one of the channels. She liked that beat. It reminded her of her dad. Images flashed her mind for a brief moment, images of her childhood. So many happy memories. She sighed.

“Y/n?”, for the second time that day, y/n flinched, “Don’t worry, it’s just me.”

A familiar hand grabbed her by the waist and turned her around. Bucky. She looked at him and smiled. He was wearing pajamas and his bed head told her he had just woken up. “Hey you”, she put one hand on the back of his neck, and with the other, she tucked some hair behind his ear, “What are you doing up so early?”

“I wanted to say goodbye to you”, y/n’s heart contracted at the raspiness in his voice. She pulled him closer and when she spoke, her voice was just a whisper. “Dance with me.”

“Okay.” They started moving slowly to the music, still that same reggae song, Bucky’s hand on her waist, hers on his shoulders. Their bodies moved in what to y/n felt like harmony, and y/n looked into Bucky’s eyes, feeling she could get lost in there. She knew she could dance with him forever, but after a while, the song faded out, and the static sound returned. They halted in their movement, and Bucky leaned in to kiss her. Everything about him was familiar, including the touch of his soft lips on hers and she pulled him closer to her. Only when they heard Nat walking down the corridor did they let go of each other. Bucky walked with them outside, barefoot, still in his pajamas. Y/n looked at him and he looked so content and vulnerable, she thought she would explode.

“Hey, y/n!”, he shouted as she boarded the quinjet, “I forgot to tell you something!”

She turned around. “What?”

“I think you just won the contest for being the hottest girl alive.”

She laughed. “See you tonight!”

“You better still be wearing that dress!” The rest of Bucky’s shouting was drowned out by her closing the door and the quinjet starting. She sat down next to Nat, who looked at her and grinned. “So, you and Bucky, huh?”

“Yeah. Me and Bucky.” And with that, they left Wakanda.

Their flight to New York would take just under two hours, which would give them about twenty minutes to find the church Stark was getting married in. The ceremony would only start in the afternoon, but the guests were expected to arrive around twelve, after all, Stark was a famous billionaire and there would be lots of guests. As Nat had promised they would help with the set-up, they needed to be there at around ten. She would then also help Pepper for an hour, in which y/n could buy herself some lunch in New York, before they’d reconvene at one for the first speeches. At this point in Nat’s rough outline for the day, y/n had taken of her heels and stopped listening. It was too early in the morning to process all of that information and she was sure it was unnecessary anyway. After all, it was a wedding. People would tell them what to do once they’d get there. Instead, y/n gazed through a window, the ocean below her, her thoughts wandering wild. ‘You and Bucky’, Nat had observed when they left Wakanda, and although y/n had confirmed, she wasn’t exactly sure what was going on. She really liked Bucky, but apart from the still hesitant physical contact between them, not much had changed. Not that she wanted much more, but she wanted to know how Bucky really felt. Whether he also noticed every little thing about her like she did with him. Whether he would be willing to take this relationship further. Whether there could be a future. But she was too scared to loose their now to ask. Y/n couldn’t even say what it was they had now, but she knew it meant Bucky was there, so she would give everything to preserve it.

“Y/n? Are you even listening?”, Nat waved one hand in front of y/n’s eyes.

“Oh yeah, no”, she stretched her arms, “I stopped listening after the speeches.”

“Which round of speeches?”

“There was more than one?”

As an answer, Nat hit her on the shoulder. “You are so useless. No wonder Clint liked you.”

“Liked? That’s a bit rude”, although the topic was still sensitive, y/n’s voice was light, “I am still awesome. It should be ‘likes’.”

Nat rolled her eyes, but y/n could sense relief at her jokingly posed answer. She took it as a sign that her incident at Clint’s house was still fresh in everyone’s mind. Suddenly eager to change the topic, she continued. “Also, what could go wrong? You’re hot and I’m somewhat passable myself, if not, dare I say it, smoking, and we’re going to show up, drink an unreasonable amount of champagne, dance to at least two Adele songs, cry at a speech and go home. It will be great.”

Nat pushed a few buttons and initiated the landing process. “Oh it better be.”

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 14

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Steve and Bucky stop fighting, y/n gets invited to a wedding. A night has passed since Part 13.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/618096629144256512/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-13-pairing

This is Part 1

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/616925412632739840/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-1-pairing

Warnings: Swearing

“Stability, you say?”, Shuri had crossed her arms and was leaning against one of the tables in her lab. “Interesting.” Y/n had told her about what happened with Bucky last night, and after Shuri had stopped geeking about the aftermath, she had returned the topic back to her use of power. She pulled out a piece of paper. It had a drawing of a person in the middle, and four arrows, one going in each direction. Two of them were labeled, Fire and Air. Under Fire, Shuri had scribbled In moderation: Strength and warmth. Too much: Destruction and power. Y/n grimaced before looking at air. In moderation: Freedom and relief. Too much: Recklessness and disregard. She had never so clearly realized that both her powers brought good and bad with them, although she had experienced the two in each case. With a pencil, Shuri added Earth to the third arrow, followed by In moderation: Stability and Grounding. Y/n eyed the paper for a little longer. “How do you know it’s earth?”

“Well, water is hardly going to feel like stability. I imagine it to be calming. And also, I have this theory, that it is going to be the hardest for you to learn. Because it’s the opposite of your ‘natural’ element. So I’m guessing you’ll learn it last.”

Y/n raised one eyebrow and muttered, “This feels all a little too much like Avatar.”

Shuri shot her a questioning look, but she didn’t elaborate. Instead she glanced at the pile of pebbles Shuri had arranged before her. Concentrating on the feeling of stability, she closed her eyes. Automatically, she adjusted her stance, grounding her more. This was another warm element, she noticed, not as hot as fire, merely comfortable. She opened her eyes and pushed forward with one hand. The pebbles went with her. She moved her hand back, and once again, the pebbles moved. Y/n smiled. “So this is earth.” Upon her command, the pebbles danced through the air, intertwined with her fingers and formed one rock. “Crazy.”

“Oh, we must tell T’Challa”, Shuri exclaimed before thoughtfully adding, “I hope he doesn’t make you work in the Vibranium mines. Although, you would be very useful.”

Y/n laughed and put the rock back on the table. “Vibranium is metal though.”

“Basically the same thing”, Shuri protested. In that moment, y/n’s new cellphone rang. She picked up to hear Steve’s voice. “Hey, Steve”, she was surprised he had called, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yes, I’m just calling for two things. Firstly, Natasha is here and she has brought some news with her which she’s being babbling on about forever and she really wants to tell you.”

“Nat?”, y/n couldn’t hide her excitement. After learning about all the Avengers, she had secretly proclaimed the Black Widow to be her favourite. A female voice spoke at the other end of the line. “Hi, y/n”, y/n could practically hear her smile, “Guess what!”

“What?”

“Tony’s getting married!”

“What! No way!”, Shuri send her another questioning look and she mouthed the words at her. “That is so great! When?”

“Pretty soon. I think he said August 23rd, might be the 24th though.”

“That’s in like two weeks.”

“They planned it for a while. Anyway, I wanted to ask whether you’d like to be my plus one.”

Y/n felt her jaw drop. “Really? But I don’t even know Mr. Stark that well.”

There was a light laugh. “But, you see, at the moment you’re my best option. Steve and Tony don’t talk anymore, I could hardly take Bucky and Clint got his own invite.”

For a moment, y/n felt her stomach knot. “Clint is going to be there?”, she asked hesitantly. There was a sigh. “Yeah. I hope you’re okay with that.”

“I think I will be.”

Steve interrupted. “Really? Clint got an invite? He didn’t sign the accords!”

“I don’t know, I guess Tony just likes him. Unlike you.”

Y/n grinned. “Yeah, Steve, you’re really hard to like.”

“Oh fuck off, both of you”, he groaned, which earned a dramatic gasp from y/n and a “Language”, from Nat.

“I’ll send Shuri the details later, but it would be great if you could come. Also, I think it would be a good idea for you to get more familiar with us”, Nat elaborated. Y/n could hear an agreeing mumbling from Steve, followed by, “Yeah. With everything Shuri has been telling us, you’d might make a good Avenger one day.” An Avenger? Y/n’s heart started beating faster and she looked at Shuri. The princess had given up on trying to understand the call and was working on something again. What had she told them? After all, all she could do was a little magic. She cleared her voice. “What’s the other thing?”

“Uhm, I was wondering whether I could speak to Bucky”, Steve’s voice was anxious. Y/n bit her lip. “He isn’t here at the moment.”

“Oh.”

“I could tell him to call you back?”

“That’d be great”, Steve sighed, “and could you also tell him I’m sorry?”

“You’re apologizing?”, y/n made her voice as light as possible, “Must’ve done something pretty bad.”

Steve didn’t pick up on the humorous tone. “You could say that.”

“I’ll tell him.” Y/n remembered the pain she had felt last night. How painful it was for Bucky to think that his friendship with Steve wasn’t as stable as he had thought. But she also remembered all the happiness Steve had given him. “And Steve?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s going to be okay. He’ll forgive you in a heartbeat.”

There was a pause. “God, I hope so.”

Later, y/n couldn’t say why she hadn’t told Steve about her going through Bucky’s memories. Maybe it was because Nat had been present, and although she loved her, she wasn’t exactly best friends with her yet. May e it was because Steve had sound so hopeful, like he had believed she could make his pain stop, which she couldn’t. She found Bucky that afternoon in the kitchen. He was standing at the counter, the back to the door, making some coffee. To her surprise, y/n noticed he was humming. He had never done that before. For a few, sweet moments, she just stood in the doorframe and watched him. She wasn’t sure she had ever seen him this calm. Then, she gave herself a little push. “Hey Bucky”, she hugged him from behind, putting her head on his shoulder. Bucky poured his coffee into a mug. “Do you want some?”

Y/n grimaced. She hated coffee. “You can keep your drinkable death.”

“Thanks, I will.” Bucky turned to y/n, kissed her on her forehead and sat down. Y/n took her usual place across him. For a moment, she enjoyed the silence and used it to study Bucky’s face thoroughly. His soft hair framed his face, and some strands fell into his face. She was reminded of the day at the pond, and smiled. Bucky glanced over his mug to look at her. “Are you okay?”

Y/n sighed. “Steve called today.” He looked back down on his mug, visibly tense, but without word. “He asked me to tell you to call him back. And he apologized.”

Bucky grunted. “Yeah, right.”

“Bucky. He said he’s sorry. You should at least call him back.”

“Well, maybe saying sorry isn’t enough.”

“You should have hear him, he really regrets what he did.”

“You don’t know what he did”, Bucky’s voice was low and bitter. What a drama queen, y/n thought to herself.

“That’s right, I don’t”, she was surprised at her cold tone, and evidently, so was he, “But I do know that you both mean a lot to each other and one stupid fight cannot change that.” When Bucky looked at her now, there was a glimpse of hope in his eyes. Y/n leaned foreword and tucked the strands of hair behind his ear, to then pull him closer and kiss him. “Call him. If not for him, then for yourself”, she put the phone on the table and left the room.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: No time has passed since Part 12. Bucky and Steve had a fight, y/n helps to ease Bucky’s pain.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/618034001530273792/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-12-pairing

Warning: Mention of torture and abuse

About an hour later, y/n got to call Steve. She was sitting in the kitchen by herself, in her usual spot and looking outside the window. The phone, which surprisingly looked a lot like normal cellphones, was ringing the number Shuri had written down on a small piece of paper. After a while, y/n felt a crackling at the other side of a line, shortly followed by a familiar voice.

“Y/n?”

“Steve, hi”, it felt good to hear Steve’s voice, “How are you?”

“Good, I’m good. I just heard what you did today. I’m very proud of you.”

“I’m not sure it was that great”, y/n sighed and rubbed her temple.

“Are you crazy? You could potentially help so many people.”

“I could”, she spoke hesitantly, “But by giving Malice relief, I had to take her pain.”

There was a pause. “Shuri told me. How are you feeling about that?”

“Surprisingly okay. I don’t know. At first, I felt like I would suffocate, but it went away, I think?”, y/n felt her nails dig into her skin, “When I think about it, it hurts just as much as it did initially, but when I don’t, I’m fine.”

“Hmm”, she could practically hear Steve processing the information, “Full disclosure, I talked this over with Nat an- with Nat, and she said you should be careful because just because you can tolerate the pain, does not mean you should, but I-”, Steve broke off.

“You think I could help Bucky, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

That thought had also crossed her mind. “But, you know, he seems okay. Shuri is doing this head thing and I feel like that could be enough.”

Her response was met with silence. “You know what, it could. Let’s forget what I said.”

Y/n had the feeling, he would not forget, but she didn’t press the matter. “Could I - could I speak to Bucky?”, he asked after a while.

“Of course. I’ll go get him.”

It was screaming that woke y/n. It was followed by a so complete and utter silence, she thought she had imagined it. She sat up in her bed and glanced at the watch Shuri had given her. It’s was shortly after three, meaning she had slept for about two hours. She groaned. Normally, she didn’t go to bed that late, but she had heard Bucky arguing over the phone with Steve, and it had gotten quite out of hand. She didn’t know what it was about, but they had fought for a while until Bucky had hung up somewhere after midnight. There was another scream and this time, y/n was pretty sure it came from Bucky’s room. She stood up and made her way to his door. She knocked, but instead of a response, the screaming continued. “Bucky?”, she opened the door. Bucky was on his bed, his eyes still shut, and winding himself furiously. Hastily, y/n made her way to his bed. “Bucky, wake up”, she knelt down beside him, taking his head into her hands. For a short second, she was reminded of his initial wake up, except this time, Bucky didn’t open his eyes. And this time, he meant so much more to her. The screams grew louder. “Bucky!”, y/n could feel the panic in her voice. No response. “James Buchanan Barnes”, she gripped his head tighter, but it did not seem to help. And then, without giving it a second thought, she touched the space in between his eyebrows and pushed against it.

The falling was just as bad as it was the first time. For a second, y/n asked herself what power she had used and whether she was supposed to search for a memory of strength and warmth or relief and freedom. Either one would work, she thought as she faced the black abyss. And then, images flashed her. A young Bucky, being tortured by Hydra. He had told her about this, but seeing it made it a lot worse. He looked so helpless. The image changed and she saw Bucky fall from something, a long fall, and she felt his despair. She felt his pain, as he was tortured by those who found him. And then she also screamed. Memories, which she expected to be colorful were monochrome and she felt overwhelmed by the pain, much like with Malice. Except this time, there was also so much confusion. Everything kept changing, and she couldn’t make it stop. She saw Bucky fighting, again and again, against the UN, against Stark, against Steve. And she saw him kill. It didn’t stop. She screamed louder. Where was the colourful memory? There was so much... instability. Everything slipping, falling. Even the friendship with Steve. For a second, she saw his fight with him. It mentioned her. And then she saw the colourful memories. It was their walks through Wakanda. It was the pond, it was them eating together, it was her. Stability. She concentrated on the feeling, amplifying it. Stability. And she started finding it again in other memories. The ones with Steve. “Until the end of the line”, someone said. Stability. So much pain flooded her, but she was calm. She was going to give Bucky stability. The colours took over until everything went white. Then, she let go.

Gasping, y/n opened her eyes. There was blood on her hands, and it took her a while to figure out she had dug her nails into her skin again. She brushed it aside and looked at Bucky. He had stopped screaming, but he was still covered in sweat. She tucked some of his hair behind his ear. “Bucky?”, she whispered. This time, he responded. He opened his eyes, and although he seemed confused, they were peaceful “Y/n?”, he looked at her, “What are you doing here?”

“You had a bad dream.”

“Really?”, his voice was full of raspiness, “I don’t remember.”

Y/n smiled at him, wearily. “That’s okay”, she lightly stroked the side of his face with her fingers and, to herself, added ‘I do’. Bucky grabbed her wrist and sat up. “Are you okay?”

“Of course.”

He turned her wrist and opened her hand. There was still some blood and, as always, little scars from her previous clenching. Bucky exhaled. “Oh y/n.” Her hand was small in his, and he trailed the scars with his thumb. Y/n stared at her hand, fighting back the tears that wanted to come. That wanted to come because she felt Bucky’s pain. She avoided looking at her hands precisely because of those scars, but staring at them now helped to ground her. Stability. She could feel Bucky’s gaze resting on her and she looked up. His face was inches from her and there was something dark in his eyes. When he spoke, his voice was low. “You did it, didn’t you? You took my pain?”

A single tear escaped y/n and trailed down her cheek. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You were screaming and I didn’t - I couldn’t bear it. I shouldn’t have, without your permission, but you wouldn’t wake up and -”

She stopped rambling. Bucky had raised his hand to wipe away her tear and instead of lowering it again, he held her face for a while. She held her breath and looked into the blue eyes in front of her. Then, Bucky pulled her closer, his lips lingering shortly before hers, barely touching. It felt like a short eternity passed before he leaned in and kissed her. It was a slow kiss. Y/n could fill how hesitant Bucky was, so she gave him the time he needed. It was enough for her. More than enough. After a while, he pulled away, his hand still cupping her cheek. “Don’t do it again”, his voice was intense, “I don’t want to be the reason you’re in pain.”

“If anything, you’re the reason why I’m not.”

Bucky smiled. And then he kissed her again.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: No time has passed since Part 11. Y/n and Bucky are getting closer.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617922222286422016/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-11-pairing

Warnings: Swearing

Y/n opened her eyes. They were still in the lab that they had started in and Shuri and T’Challa started at her in disbelief. “Did it work?”, T’Challa asked. Y/n could feel tears streaming down her face. She didn’t think she could ever forget the pain she just felt. She couldn’t speak. But Malice answered, in a soothing voice. “Yes”, y/n could feel Malice looking at her, “it did.”

Shuri took y/n’s hand into hers and wiped her tears away with the other. “Well done Fire girl. You did good.”

When y/n spoke, her voice was shaking. “There was so much pain”, she whispered. Shuri pressed her hand tighter. “I’m sorry. You don’t have to do it ever again, I promise.”

Even though y/n wasn’t sure how real that promise was, she felt better. And now she was ready to ask the obvious question.“What did I do?”

Shuri got up and looked at her monitors. “I think you entered a different reality. The energy levels I measured are very infrequent, so I am not sure. Can you tell us what you saw?”

Quickly, y/n told Shuri what she had seen. T’Challa nodded thoughtfully. “Interesting. I am sure had you used your fire, a different memory would have been coloured.”

“One that shows strength and warmth”, y/n whispered. Shuri looked excited. “Oh, I cannot wait for you to figure out how to control earth and water. I wonder what they feel like.” Y/n smiled at her friend wearily. She could wait. The past few weeks had revealed so many new things about her power that she was yet to understand. Whilst her fire now listened to her perfectly, and her air control also made great progress, this mind stuff was a whole different level. To then also add two new elements... It all seemed a bit much. She would be walking around like the Avatar, the cartoon character she had loved as a child. Except everything was a lot more complicated, not too mention that Shuri had just casually mentioned she had entered a new reality. Y/n’s head was buzzing. Shuri seemed to understand her sudden silence for she didn’t elaborate on the subject like usual. Y/n cleared her voice. “Could I... Could I call Steve and tell him about it?”

Although she wasn’t sure why, she just wanted to talk to him. He had a way where he could make anyone feel better about anything and y/n felt like she needed it. Shuri hesitated. “Normal phones don’t work in Wakanda.” She glanced at her brother, who sighed. “Just make sure it cannot be traced”, his voice sounded defeated, but Shuri’s smile extended from one ear to the other. “Oh finally!”, she exclaimed, and added upon seeing y/n’s confused face, “I have been begging him to give me permission to build a phone to the outer world ever since you arrived. I’ll have it ready tonight!”

For a second, y/n wondered how Shuri was going to connect the phone to the outer world without it being traced, but she gave up on that thought. After all, she lacked any of the technological knowledge Shuri had, so instead, she smiled at her. “Thank you, Shuri.”

“I told you this before and I will tell you again”, Shuri pressed her hand, “Anything for my Fire girl.”

“Another reality?”, Bucky was looking up at the sky, his head tilted. They were on their evening walk, which y/n had used as an opportunity to tell him about what happened with Malice. “That is crazy.”

Y/n scoffed. “You think?”

“Does that mean you can just travel to other realities?”

“I have no idea. Maybe.”

“Would you? If you could?”

“Would you?”

Bucky had stopped walking and eyed y/n. “No. I don’t think I would. I kinda like this one.”

Y/n grimaced. “Really? After everything?”

Bucky just shrugged and started strolling again. “Yeah. Shuri is doing great with that head thing she is doing to me and I have Steve and I have you. It’s not so bad.”

“Uh this is probably not a good time to tell you”, y/n took Bucky’s hand and looked him straight into the eyes. With her sudden change in mood, they showed concern. A grave seriousness lay in y/n’s voice when she continued. “But I actually despise you.”

Bucky exhaled and laughed. “Y/n! For a second I thought someone died!”

“My feelings for you did”, y/n affirmed eagerly, before grinning. They had reached a pond, and Bucky fell down on the grass around it. “You keep telling yourself that”, he returned, lying down. Y/n had taken her shoes off and started marching around in the water. Although the sun was starting to set, it was still warm. There was a frog swimming around her. “Speaking of Steve”, she hit the water in an attempt to catch the frog inside it, “Shuri said I could call him tonight.”

“Really?”, Bucky propped his upper body up lazily, “Must be nice.”

Although he had said it jokingly, y/n could hear an unevenness in his voice and she instantly regretted telling him. Although, she was sure, it would have been worse to keep it to herself. There was a pause, in which she hit the water again. “What are you doing?”, Bucky inquired.

“I am trying to catch this frog”, y/n bend down. This time she would try to lure it into her hands by sheer force of will. “It’s being very stubborn.”

“Sorry that you are actually twelve”, y/n could hear Bucky’s half-snort, “And you do know that you have superpowers, right?”

“YOu dO kNoW tHAt yOu haVe sUPeRpOwERs”, she could see the frog swim towards her, “Shut up, I’m really close.” Bucky went quiet and y/n bend over a little further. She was so close. Only too late did she realize that the silence was a little suspicious. With a loud scream, Bucky launched himself at her, pulling her and himself into the water. Under protest, y/n made it to the surface and gasped for air. “You little shit”, she searched for Bucky until she could feel his muscles under her skin and then, using both hands, she dunked his head under water. The water was not deep at all, but as they were both practically lying in it, it was possible to fully submerge in it. Bucky, although still underwater, pulled one of y/n’s legs and she slid forward. Her mouth promptly filled with water, but she managed to grab Bucky’s shirt and pull him with her. Both laughing, they came to a halt in one of the shallower parts of the pond. Bucky was now on top of y/n, his wet hair framing his face perfectly. For a moment, y/n asked herself if it was possible to feel as much joy as she did. Bucky’s face came closer to hers, and she could feel his breath on her skin. He had stopped laughing and y/n felt his eyes traveling around her face, taking in her eyes, her lips, everything. Then, he grinned. “Too bad”, his voice was a low murmur, “Too bad they died. Otherwise, you would have me for sure.” He sat up.

“Who died?”, y/n stemmed herself on her arms, looking up at Bucky.

“Your feelings for me”, his voice was light again. Y/n rolled her eyes, and splashed him with water. “You are so dramatic.”

“Me?”, Bucky pouted playfully, “Rude.” Y/n put her head on his shoulder, which resulted in Bucky putting his arm around her, pulling her closer. Like that, they sat in the water for a while watching the sun go down. As if, she thought to herself, as if they could ever die. She hadn’t told Bucky about her crush on him, how he took her breath away every single time he was being, well, just himself. She wasn’t sure how he was going to react. And of course, there was still that gnawing little voice in the back of her head, that told her, he only spend time with her because of her abilities to soothe pain. It was y/n who broke the silence. “We should probably go back. It’s pretty cold.”

“And you have that call with Steve.”

Y/n looked at Bucky again. He was still looking at the sun, and it’s last orange light reflected in his ice blue eyes. “You’re right”, she said, “About both things.”

“What’s the other one?”

“This reality, it’s not too bad.”

Bucky smiled. “It really isn’t.”

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: A little time has passed since Part 10. Y/n finds another aspect to her powers.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617675974181519360/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-10-pairing

Warning: Mentions of suicide, funerals and deaths of family members

Life fell back into a routine, one that was a little different than before, which y/n liked. Although she still trained a lot, it now differed in nature. Shuri was convinced with a little more practice, y/n would be able to also control the other two elements, earth and water, so she would try the most unique ways to trigger y/n’s senses that way. Apart from that there was a lot of normal combat training, similar to the one y/n had received as part of the Auserwählten, and in the afternoons, she received lectures on a range of topics, including Wakandan culture and the backstory of the Avengers. Her favourite part of the day, however, were the evenings. Those hours at dusk where she and Bucky would walk through Wakanda, exploring the city, rambling about their day and telling each other stories of their past and visions for the future. To be fair, it was mostly y/n talking, as Bucky seemed to be more on the quiet side. Y/n could only hope he enjoyed those walks as much as she did, for he never said. But considering that Bucky did not engage with anyone apart from her and occasionally Shuri, she counted herself lucky. For she loved his company, his thoughtful silence, his half smile when she trailed off on a topic she’d forget tomorrow, his laughs, as rare as they were.

They would usually come back after the sun had set, and spend some time in the kitchen with Shuri, just as they did today. Y/n was sitting at the table and eating some leftover rice, while Shuri rambled about some of her recent technological advancements.

“Anyway, so far nothing has helped, but you know, I really wish I could help her. Ever since her husband died, nothing was able to soothe her pain”, Shuri shuddered, “Poor Malice.” There was a short pause, in which y/n silently asked herself what happened to Malice’s husband, but she didn’t dare to ask because that would reveal she hadn’t listen to her friend again. It was just hard, when there was also Bucky in the kitchen. Lately, every time she had been with him, her heart had started beating faster and she was pretty sure she was crushing on him. Right now, he was leaning against the counter, a cup of tea in his hand and, to her surprise, frowning.

“Nothing is able to soothe her pain?”, he inquired and Shuri looked up to him in surprise. It was untypical for him to initiate conversation. She nodded, to confirm. Y/n could see Bucky gripping his tea cup tighter. “Couldn’t y/n try?”

“Me?”, in surprise y/n spilled the rice on her fork, “and how would I do that?”

Bucky’s knuckles were white now and he bit his lip. “I don’t know. I just remember, when you flew us out of the tower, at one point, you started gripping my shirt really tight. And then you gave me some of your power and it felt like relief.”

“Really? You felt my power?”, y/n was still in disbelief. But she had never told Bucky about how her power felt. Never told him that the fire in her warmed her and gave her a sense of security and strength. Never mentioned that the air triggered a lightness and with it relief and freedom. Maybe it was true.

“Maybe we should just try it”, Shuri suggested, “Malice is open for anything at this point.”

Y/n swallowed. “I - I don’t exactly know how to transfer my power. I only did it twice so far, I think, and the first time, I killed a lot of people.” She grimaced at the memory and, as if it was a reflex, her fingernails dig into her skin. She heard Bucky inhale sharply, which only made things worse. She could have sworn she had told Bucky about her time at the CIA.

“But the second time you didn’t”, Shuri argued, “I think you should try.”

“Me too”, y/n felt Bucky’s eyes linger on her and she looked up to him. There was something in his eyes she couldn’t quite place, maybe faith, but he looked away too soon for her to figure it out. He cleared his voice, before nodding at Shuri and quickly glancing at y/n. Then he left the room. Shuri didn’t look impressed.

“He doesn’t talk a lot, does he?”

“Usually more than this.”

Shuri tilted her head and there was a short pause. “You know, all this time I asked myself why Bucky was so open with you. He barely talks to anyone but you, he even goes on those weird nightly walks.”

“They’re not weird. You're weird.”

Shuri scoffed playfully. “Anywayyy, it would make so much more sense if you also had mental abilities. If you’re easing his pain and insecurities unconsciously, no wonder he spends so much time with you.”

Images appeared in y/n’s head. Her melting the ice around Bucky. Sitting next to him during those initial times, warming him with her fire. Holding him and letting her air flow through him, when they fell. Her holding his hand when Steve left, again using her Pyrokinesis. Her power seemed to bind them together, that much was certain. Y/n played with the rice on her plate. “Maybe I am just an awesome person to talk to, have you ever considered that?”

“You’re like the worst person to talk to”, Shuri rolled her eyes, “I’m trying to explain why Bucky was so open with you initially, I’m sure the reason he sticked around was you not your power. But that’s not the point.”

“Is it not?”

Shuri snickered at y/n’s words as if she had said something incredibly stupid. “The point is that you will talk to Malice tomorrow.”

“It’s not working”, exhausted y/n let go of Malice’s hands. They had been trying to find a way to transfer her power to Malice, but so far, they had no luck. Of course, she had been able to warm and cool Malice’s hands, depending on the element she used, but apart from physical interaction with her power, nothing had happened. Malice, the tall, middle aged woman, swallowed audibly. “It’s okay”, her voice could not hide the disappointment, “I didn’t expect it to work.”

Shuri crossed her arms. “But I did. Why does it work with Bucky, but not Malice?”

“I don’t know”, y/n shrugged, “Maybe because I’m more familiar with him? Also”, she pointed out, “it only works when either he or I am in distress. Either way, I’m always an emotional disaster when it happens.”

“Maybe I should slap you”, Shuri mumbled, “So you get angry.”

“But I don’t want to do it that way”, y/n protested, “Because then I don’t know if I can control it. And if you slap me, I’ll slap you right back.”

“Stop it, both of you”, T’Challa scratched his chin. Y/n had been surprised to see him upon her arrival, but apparently this was a matter of national security and required the king. Except she wasn’t sure if it was because of Malice or because of her. T’Challa continued. “What if it works differently. You said the past times you have imposed your power. Maybe try looking at it as an exchange. You give Malice something, you take something else.”

“And what exactly is she supposed to take?”, Shuri inquired. A question y/n had asked herself. But T’Challa only shrugged. “That is for you to figure out.”

Y/n sighed. Might as well try it, she thought, and aloud she asked, “Would you like fire or air this time, Malice?”

“Air.”

Y/n took her hands again and let the coldness take her body over. But not completely, this time she also concentrated on Malice. She looked into her dark eyes, which were pained, so clearly. She remembered Bucky’s eyes when he had woken up, also filled with a sadness deeper than the ocean. A wave of sorrow hit her. And then, and she was not sure why, she reached out with one hand and touched Malice’s face with two fingers, right between her eyes, and gave it a push. There was wind, a lot of wind, that blew into her face and she fell forward with Malice, into a black abyss. Shortly, y/n was overwhelmed with confusion, but then the black abyss changed to show images, in black and white, fleeting past her. She saw a boy, about thirteen years old, dead on the bathroom floor, surrounded by pills. Suicide. And Malice crying over him, screaming in pain. One grave. She saw another child, a girl, even younger, lie in a puddle of blood at the bottom of a cliff. An accident. Malice was screaming again. Two graves. And then there was a man, Malice’s age, being carried in an open casket. A mission that went wrong. Malice’s pain was suffocating. Three graves. But y/n could not stop herself. She pushed harder against Malice’s head and she could fill the pain flow into her. It seemed to eat her alive. Her heart seemed to burst into a million pieces and y/n asked herself if she could ever take another breath of air, for it hurt so badly to be alive. As the pain flew into her, she could see a memory in colour. Only a single one. It showed Malice opening the door to a bedroom to find a girl in there, alive. And then it hit y/n. Relief. Relief that the girl was still alive. Relief that it was safe. Y/n concentrated on that feeling, amplifying it. She took the emotion of that single memory and made it the biggest thing in this reality. The pain she had received from Malice, she returned now, in form of relief. Y/n gasped, for it took everything she had to see something good in this horrible world. And then, she let go of Malice’s head.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 10

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: No time has past since Part 9. Y/n discoveres some stuff about her powers.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617581636362649600/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-9-pairing

Warning: Might be some swearing in this

It was a long fall. The wind hit y/n right in the face and for a few seconds she couldn’t even process what was happening. Only when she finally managed to open her eyes and move her head slightly, she realized that she had to do something. It was a struggle to move against the wind, it worked against her with all nature seemed to offer, but slowly, y/n managed to free her hands and extend them ever so slightly. The floor kept coming closer at a horrifying speed. Y/n concentrated on the fire on her and exhaled. She would make them fly.

Except they didn’t. The fire wouldn’t come. Panicked, y/n tried again, this time clenching her hands into fists. Nothing. Oh no, sheer terror gripped her, not again. The floor was dangerously close, she wasn’t sure if she was going to make it, even if her power was working. The image of the moving tower beside her started to blur. “Anytime now”, she heard Bucky grunt. Her eyes shut, there was nothing inside her, her fire was gone. Instead, she was filled with a coldness that she had never experienced before. A memory of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent moving towards her with a syringe in her hand formed in front of her eyes. Another time her power had left her for dead. An ear splitting scream echoed inside y/n’s head. Was this part of her memory or was she screaming now? She tried to open her eyes but couldn’t. Everything was cold, she was alone. And this time, she didn’t only disappoint herself but also Bucky. The man with the blue eyes she had grown so fond of in such a short time. The scream grew louder. It seemed to help. There was a lightness that spread in her, some sort of relief. Her memory faded and she opened her eyes. She couldn’t see, the scream that echoed in her seemed to take her vision. Had they hit the floor already? Her hands tightened around something, it felt like fabric. She could feel it taking some of the lightness in her. The sweet feeling of relief that started to overwhelm her in its freedom. It felt good to let go, she grabbed the fabric tighter. Remotely, she recalled doing this before, completely letting go and falling into the power that flowed through her. She heard a voice. Clint’s voice. Except that day, she killed twenty three people. Not again. As if she had touched something hot, she let go of the fabric she was holding. Come on y/n, with all her willpower she forced herself to stop screaming. After a while, she felt the familiar pain of her nails digging into her skin. She clenched her fists tighter. This was a pain she knew, one that she could handle. And then, suddenly, the unfamiliar power inside her left. Back came a warm feeling, a vibrant pulse. Her fire. Y/n sighed quietly. And then she collapsed, falling about a meter, before hitting the ground.

The first thing y/n saw when she opened her eyes was Shuri. Shuri. Relief flooded her. The girl knelt beside her on the floor, holding her hand and stroking her hair absently. She was looking up, talking to someone that y/n couldn’t see. She attempted to move, only to realize that it was almost impossible. Not only was she connected to all sorts of medical equipment, but also, there was a tiredness in her she couldn’t fight. She coughed before falling back into the pillow.

“Y/n?”, Shuri’s soft voice revealed her worry, “y/n, are you awake?”

Y/n smiled. “Yeah.”

Tempestuously the princess threw herself at y/n. “I was so worried”, she muffled, hugging y/n tightly.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily”, she remarked, but she hugged Shuri back even tighter. Someone cleared his voice. Y/n looked up in disbelief, letting go of Shuri. “Steve?”

And there he was, Captain America, grinning down on her. “Morning, Fire Girl. Long time no see, huh?”, he crouched down next to her, “You just know how to keep us on our toes, don’t you?”

Y/n shrugged apologetically. “This time, it really wasn’t my fault.” And then, in short, she told both of them what happened after the last time she had seen Shuri. With parts of the story, they seemed familiar, which made y/n suspect that Bucky had told them. Just in case though, she finished her story, looking at Steve. “I hope you already talked to Bucky. You really seem to be the only good thing in his life.”

“Don’t worry, I have.”

“Now your turn. What happened with T’Challa? And why was everyone fighting? And what happened after Bucky and I jumped out of the window?”

“Well”, Shuri sighed, “T’Challa had lost his throne. He was defeated in combat, or so we thought. But we found him and he regained his strength. And then there was this challenge, and all of the sudden all of Wakanda was fighting. And then, just as we defeated Killmonger, one of the planes crashed into the tower. At first, no one thought anything of it, but then there was something flying in the air. It flew to one of the more remote hills, kind of growing in size, and there, it put something down. Later we found out it was the Winter Soldier. And the flying thing was you, but you struggled. You kept flying higher and higher, and there was a lot of white around you. Just as we thought it would explode, it vanished and you kind of levitated to the ground.”

“We believe”, Steve continued, “That you found a way to bring yourself and Bucky to safety by using your power from the reality stone.”

“My Pyrokinesis?”

Steve shook his head. “No, you didn’t control fire. We believe you controlled another element. Air.”

Y/n felt her eyebrows shoot up. “You're lying.”

“I told you when we first met it’s possible. And you have shown us yesterday that it’s reality.”

Confused, y/n’s eyes wandered from Steve to Shuri, who simply shrugged. Somewhere in her body, the coldness came back. The freedom. The relief. Y/n closed her eyes and concentrated on it. Slowly, she felt something form around her fingers. Only with Shuri’s audible exhale, she opened her eyes and looked down at her hands. Barely visible, a stream of air danced around her fingers, the way that the fire sparks did so often. Y/n swallowed a scream, but she couldn’t help gasping for air. “You weren’t lying.”

Steve smiled. “I wasn’t.”

Shuri got up to fetch something. Moments later, she returned with two golden bracelets. “These are for you. I designed them a while back for you to have better control over your fire, but I tweaked some things over night. They should help you switch between fire and air easily.” She put the bracelets around y/n’s wrists. They were so light, she almost didn’t feel them. Y/n looked up. “Thank you Shuri.”

“Anything for my Fire girl.”

Steve left the following day. He had attended one of y/n’s training sessions to reassure himself that the bracelets worked as intended - they did - and he had spend some time with Bucky. Y/n saw him step into his Quinjet and start it from one of her windows. She and Bucky had moved into a different corridor, one a lot closer to Shuri’s lab and the outside. It was nice here, they even had their own rooms now. Speaking of Bucky, he was outside, watching Steve leave. He looked small again, the same kind of small that he had been in her bed after waking up. Y/n made her way outside. When she reached Bucky, he still hadn’t moved. Steve’s Quinjet was barely visible now, but he still looked up into the sky, as if he could see Steve in there, waving. Y/n didn’t know what to say, but something in her told her Bucky didn’t want to talk. So she stood next to him, taking his hand into hers. Once again, he didn’t seem to notice. His hand was freezing, so y/n warmed them slightly, using her Pyrokinesis. They stood like that for a while, before Bucky spoke. “I thought he was going to stay.”

Y/n gripped Bucky’s hand tighter. “He will next time. I promise.”

There was another pause, before Bucky turned to look at her, smiling. When he spoke, his voice was a lot more steady. “You know, I really thought you were going to drop us.”

With a slight laugh, y/n let go of Bucky’s hand, only to playfully punch him in the arm. “Next time you decide to jump out of a window with someone, maybe ask for permission first.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Sorry that I am short on the manners. In my defense, I just woke up from ice.”

“In my defense, I just woke up from ice”, repeated y/n mockingly and gripped Bucky’s arm, “come on, let’s go find something to eat.” And with that, they went inside.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 9

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky wakes up completely, Wakanda is fighting with itself (As in the movie Black Panther). Two days have passed since Part 8.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617491570726420480/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-8-pairing

Warning: Swearing

It took two more days for Bucky to wake up properly. Y/n was in the kitchen, making some cereal. The food hadn’t been stocked up either and she was beginning to wonder whether she should try to leave the corridor to find out what happened to Shuri and T’Challa. Unlike the citizens of Wakanda, she didn’t have the beads to communicate that everyone else had. Sighing heavily, she sat down, her back to the door. This was probably why she didn’t see Bucky coming in, but when he cleared his voice, she turned around.

“Bucky?”, y/n could hear the surprise in her own voice. She really hadn’t thought he’d be so quick to regain his strength. Hastily, she had stood up, but now, she didn’t know what to do. Luckily, Bucky made the first move. “Can I also have some?”, he looked at her cereal.

“Of course, it’s right over there”, Bucky grabbed himself a bowl and sat down. Y/n reminded herself to unclench her fists, as she felt her nails digging into her skin again, and took her seat. There was a moment of silence before Bucky spoke again. Almost shyly he mumbled “So, who are you? And since when do you know Steve? I don’t remember you from Germany.”

“That’s cause I wasn’t there”, y/n roughly filled him in on the past two weeks, “So technically when I said I was Steve’s friend, I lied. You just seemed a little distressed, so I thought it would help to calm you down.”

The clear understatement seemed to make Bucky smile, but as he stayed quiet, y/n continued to speak. “How do you know Steve?”

Bucky’s smile turned into a bitter laugh. “Oh, so they didn’t tell you about the Winter Soldier? Trying to protect you from the bad guy?”

Y/n noticed with relief that her voice was a lot more steady after the sudden mood change then she was. “I can protect myself. And they did fill me in, but it wasn’t that story I wanted to know. I meant before all that, can you remember?”

Bucky played with his spoon for a while before answering. “Sometimes I remember stuff. Sporadically. We used to be really good friends, I think. Before he was injected with the serum.”

“The serum?”

“Yeah, it made him this strong super soldier, I don’t know.”

“I knew it”, y/n whispered.

“What?”

“It’s impossible to get those arm muscles without cheating.”

Bucky laughed quietly, a more real laugh this time. “Apparently it comes with a downside though.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. You can’t get drunk.”

“Damn that’s a tough choice”, y/n remarked sarcastically, “Being a super soldier who practically can’t die but not get drunk, or be a normal person and also have to relieve embarrassing memories from the times you couldn’t hold back on the vodka.”

“That’s where you wrong”, Bucky finished his cereal and looked at y/n for the first time. She thought that maybe, there was something more lively in his eyes this time. Some sort of sparkle. “I would give up being drunk on vodka. But clearly you never had Whiskey.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and smiled. A hopeful thought build inside her head. Maybe she and Bucky could be friends. That thought lasted for about two seconds. Then, an airplane crashed into the side of the building.

Bucky and y/n both jumped to their feet, luckily, neither of them hurt. “Uhm does this happen regularly here?”

“Only on weekdays”, y/n grabbed Bucky by his shirt and tugged him out of the kitchen and into the training room. There, she was able to see the city and to her sincere surprise, it was at war. Bucky had come up behind her. “What the fuck?”

“My thoughts exactly”, quickly she filled him in on what she knew about T’Challa and his throne situation.

“You’re only telling me this now?”, Bucky shook his head, “I need a weapon.”

Before y/n could answer, a second airplane spiraled down from the sky, making its way directly to the window y/n and Bucky were standing at, at an astronomical speed. “Bucky”, she screamed, “Duck!” Y/n herself planted her feet onto the ground, and stretched out her hands. From the corner of her eyes she could see Bucky scrambling for cover. Then, the plane crashed into the window.

As quickly as she could, y/n build a wall of fire to hold the plane back. Slowly, she pressed against it, to push it out of the training room. The plane was heavy, but y/n made slow progress. Right as she reached the edge, she could her Bucky shouting at her. “Y/N! The turbines!” A glance at those told y/n that they were about to combust. With one hand, she build small circles of fire around them to dampen any potential damage. With the other one, she continued pressing. Only a few more inches for the plane to pivot out of the room. The turbines grew louder. Come on, y/n bit her lip, Come on. Just as the turbines exploded, she pushed the plane over the edge. It landed on the ground and blew up moments later. Y/n grimaced. “I really hope there was no one in there.” Her eyes shifted to look at the rest of the town. There were soldiers everywhere. “What do we do now?”, she asked helplessly.

Bucky’s vision was fixated on the sky. “Leave. There is another one coming.” He looked at y/n quickly. “I really hope your power can make us fly.” And with that, he put his arm around y/n’s waist, practically lifting her and went to the edge of the now open window. The next plane was dangerously close again. Y/n could feel Bucky’s eyes on her, and her own heart beating in her chest. A small voice at the back of her head asked whether that was only due to the adrenaline or partly due to Bucky’s muscles and once again, she wondered why her mind kept focusing on such minor things when there was clearly something else to worry about. “I am putting all my trust in you, I hope you know that.” And then, Bucky jumped.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 8

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky is waking up from the ice, and because T’Challa just lost his throne, y/n has to deal with this alone. No time has passed since Part 7.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617266281984491520/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-7-pairing

Warning: Some medical stuff, brief mention of torture

It was the next morning things started to go wrong. Y/n had trained in the morning, nothing out of the ordinary, and was having a break in the training room. With unease she had noticed that Shuri had not come down to check on her, or to tell her how the fight went the day before, which was probably not a good sign. Through the windows, y/n could see Wakanda, but the city radiated nothing but her usual vitality. The sun was dipping the rooftops in a golden light, and y/n stood in front of the view for a long time, lost in her thoughts. What a crazy time she had had. Maybe it would be nice to settle down, like the families she could spot through the window. A static noise interrupted her thoughts. Y/n turned around in surprise. It didn’t sound like someone entering the room, so it wasn’t Shuri, like y/n had hoped, and it was gone so suddenly, she thought she had imagined it. But just as she turned back around, she heard it again. It came from the fridge the other refugee was in. Slowly, y/n put down her water bottle and made her way to it. There was nothing out of the ordinary there, it was still showing some vitals at the side. Heart rate 80, a steady pulse, that stuff. Y/n was not a medic, but it looked pretty normal. A voice in the back of her head asked whether there had been a medic down today to check these things, but she couldn’t remember seeing one. The static sound came back, this time a little louder. “Where is this coming from?”, y/n mumbled and crouched to have a look at the cables behind the machine. To her surprise, she found a paper, one of the ones the medic had held yesterday. She picked it up. James “Bucky” Barnes it said on the top. Bucky. Y/n smiled at the nickname. It made the terrifying Winter Soldier Shuri had told her about a lot more approachable. A lot of the other notes on the paper were written in a native language, except for a Warning/ Safety column at the very side. Emergency procedures it was entitled and contained three points. Don’t shoot; Disable by AR-572. Make contact; Mention names Steve Rogers or Bucky. Arm only to be reinstated after psychic evaluation. Upon reading it, the amused feeling at Bucky’s nickname left y/n and reminded her the capacity for harm the Winter Soldier carried with him. Y/n folded the paper and put it in her pocket before turning around.

The static noise was gone, but to be safe, y/n decided to check the vitals one last time. The pulse was still steady, but, much to her surprise, the heart rate was at 90. She wasn’t sure whether this was normal or not and before figuring it out, it climbed again. 100. 110. Frantically, y/n turned around, expecting a medic or Shuri to be there, but it was just her. Her and a man on ice. “This is fine”, y/n assured herself, but she could hear her own voice shaking, “totally fine.” She wasn’t fooling anyone. The fridge started beeping. His heart rate was unsteady now, and at an astonishing 140. Shortly, y/n asked herself how high a normal heart rate should go up to, before she saw movement in the box. At first she thought she imagined it, but it repeated itself. A small tremble in his right hand. Y/n quickly glanced at the heart rate. 175. If only she could remember herself waking up on ice. But that memory was indeed very sporadic. Was she supposed to open the fridge? The man inside started moving more, still only little, but definitely moving. It looked like he needed space and without giving it a second thought, she opened the door.

After that, y/n simply stood next to him. He was tilted to lie on his back and strapped in at both feet and wrists. Nervously, she dug her finger nails into her skin. “Good Morning, James Buchanan Barnes”, she said softly, “you might remember me. I’m the girl with all the problems. And right now, I’m having another one”, she sighed. His pulse had climbed to 210, “I don’t know what to do with you. Are you going to wake up?”

As if he had heard her, his eyes shot open and his entire body started contracting and releasing at an unhealthy speed. The straps constrained him, but he wound himself, as if they hurt him. Helplessly, y/n watched him suffer. Although his eyes were opened, they didn’t seem to register anything. Sometimes, he’d blink, giving the impression he was waking up from a bad dream. “Hey, hey, it’s okay”, y/n moved closer to the man, but her words only seemed to make it worse. He started screaming, first almost quietly, but as he regained more of his consciousness, they grew louder. Drowning out the beeping of the fridge, the screams were ear splitting, containing the pain of someone who had suffered past the point of return. Someone who had died a million different deaths and still didn’t find away to escape. Someone who had watched the sadness of the world, but unable to stop it, contributed to it. As a spy for the CIA, y/n had heard many screams, including her own, and they all had been terrible, but these ones were the worst. Agony seemed to flow through this man’s every fiber, and y/n had no idea how to stop it. Vaguely, she remembered the weapon she had read about just a minute earlier. Don’t shoot, it had said, use an AR-something. Y/n had no idea what that looked like, she couldn’t even remember the name, so, in lack of a wiser choice she turned to point two. Reaching out to him with both hands, she turned his face to her. He was unwilling, but y/n was strong. “Hey, it’s okay, hey”, her voice had little influence, not even the screaming stopped, but at least she had contact. He was now looking at her. “You are Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” For a split second, the man stopped screaming, y/n didn’t know whether to catch air or because he recognized the name, “You’re friends with Steve Rogers. Friends. Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers.” Cursing herself for not being able to give him more information, she repeated those words over and over. For some reason, they seemed to work. The screaming stopped after a while, but y/n was still scared to let go of his face. “Bucky and Steve”, her voice seemed like a chant to herself, like a lullaby, “You’re friends.”

Y/n wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she had dared to break eye contact and check Bucky’s vitals, at 120 they still seemed a little high for a resting pulse, and it took her even longer to stop chanting. After what seemed like eternity, Bucky had fallen asleep. Her voice and arms were sore and she had a drink before deciding what to do with the man. It was clear that no medic would come down today, after all they should have been triggered by the alarm, and because her own experience is all she could use, she decided to melt the ice around Bucky. After all, that was how she had escaped it. Luckily, the training here had been highly beneficial, so it didn’t take her longer than ten minutes to melt the ice and transport Bucky to her bedroom. Her power she had found out recently, also allowed her to transport things. If she didn’t want it to, it didn’t burn anything, but as it still would move at her command, she had used to carry small things, such as bottles and weapons. A full grown man was obviously a lot harder, but she managed it with ease. Upon setting Bucky down in her bed, she broke down beside him, sitting on the floor, her head leaning against the nightstand. Like that, she fell asleep.

It was Bucky’s movement that woke her. Restlessly, he shifted in the bed, grunting and breathing heavily. With a dart, y/n scrambled to her feet, making it next to him just in time for him to open his eyes. They were a gorgeous blue, but y/n quickly realized that they were also hazy, as if Bucky himself was far away.

“Bucky?”, she asked softly, “Can you hear me?”

Bucky’s head darted to look at her. Now he looked startled and scared, his long brown hair falling into his eyes. His voice sounded raspy when he spoke. “Who are you?”

“I’m y/n. I’m Steve Roger’s friend”, y/n cringed at her own lie, but she wanted Bucky to feel safe. And she knew Steve, so that should count for something. “You can trust me.”

Although his gaze shortly softened at the mention of his friend, Bucky’s body was still tense. To her surprise, y/n realized he was missing an arm. Crazy, she thought, you’d think I’d notice these things before I notice an eye colour. Bucky spoke again. “Where am I?”

“Wakanda.”

There was a slow exhale. “Of course”, he whispered. Y/n took this as a sign he was remembering things. “How long have I been...”, Bucky seemed to search for words. “Gone?”, y/n finished his sentence, “I’m not sure. I just arrived a few weeks back.”

Slowly nodding, Bucky fumbled the edge of his blanket. For the muscular man he was, he seemed small and lost. Attentively, y/n reached her hand out to stroke his arm. Either he didn’t mind or notice, for he kept staring at his blanket. “It’s alright”, y/n said softly. They sat there for a while, before y/n cleared her voice and stood up. “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Y/n settles in in Wakanda. A few weeks have passed since Part 6

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617217077016756224/a-lil-something-for-the-kids-part-6-pairing

Warnings: Swearing, mention of Torture, a lot of hospital stuff.

The next few weeks, y/n followed a strict routine. It ranged from combat training to doctor’s examinations to hours and hours of what Shuri called ‘Fire Feast’; those sessions where y/n was using her power, again and again, until she would final control it. Sometimes, T’Challa came to these sessions, not to talk, but to observe. But apart from him and Shuri, y/n lived secluded. She didn’t mind that much, after all she had been alone for far longer than that before, but she did mind not being able to leave the tower. Every morning, y/n would wake up just before sunrise to watch it. It was by far one of the prettiest sights in Wakanda, and she regretted not being able to breathe it in. At night time, similarly, y/n watched the sunsets, whenever she could from there training room, as it had the biggest windows. It was spacey in general and y/n liked being in there. Apart from a range of weapons which were hung up on the wall, it also housed the other foreigner, the popsicle. Although he was put into something that looked like a fridge, and had multiple medical cords attached to his head and breast, he looked peaceful, sleeping the days away. Once or twice a day, a medic would come to refill some of the tubes, check his vitals and attend whatever needed attending to. The visits had increased the past few days and y/n wasn’t sure whether that was a good or bad sign. Apart from that, she knew little about the man. His name was James Buchanan Barnes, or so it said on the fridge, and he looked about thirty, maybe thirty five. Sometimes, when y/n felt particularly lonely or sad, she would sit next to his fridge and tell him about her worries. Of course she knew he couldn’t hear her, but afterwards she always felt better. But usually, she went about her day ignoring him, and sometimes, she forgot he was there, until one of the medics would kick her out of the room to attend to him.

It was the beginning of July when things started to change. As y/n wasn’t allowed upstairs, she gathered little of what was going on, but one day, when Shuri came down to examine her and she looked particularly stressed, y/n decided to ask.

“Shuri? What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Up there. With you and king T’Challa and... I don’t know. But your vibe is off.”

Shuri playfully hit her with a few sheets of paper. “At least I have a vibe.”

“I’d have one too if I was a princess.”

“I’d hAvE oNE tOo iF i waS a pRinCeSs”, Shuri sticked a few more white stickers on y/n hand, “No you wouldn’t. But regarding your question, T’Challa was crowned king a few days back.”

“I thought he was already king.”

“He needed to go through a ritual first. And everything was fine, until we heard of this one guy we’ve been trying to catch for a while, but after we caught him, he escaped and this morning a dude shows up, says his name is Killmonger and claims his Wakandan. Anyway, he brought with him the dude that escaped us and claimed he was rightful air to the throne.”

“That’s fucked up.”

Shuri pulled down her screen to read y/n’s vitals. “That’s not even the fucked up bit. He challenged my brother for the throne and this stupid ass accepted.”

Although Shuri said it lightly, y/n could hear her concern. Unable to think of something reassuring to say, y/n said the first thing she could think of. “Killmonger is a stupid ass name. At least T’Challa sounds normal.”

Shuri chuckled softly. “Yeah, fuck this dude. Also, you’re fine, everything is normal, no abnormalities.” She sighed. “Seriously, if you don’t give me something to work with soon, I might stop visiting you.”

Y/n frowned. “But, but I’d miss you”, she complained jokingly, elongating the u until Shuri smacked her with the papers again. “Yeah, well I wouldn’t miss you.” Now it was y/n’s turn to hit her friend, multiple times. Both were laughing until Shuri gasped for air. “Fine, maybe I can find a few minutes in my busy busy schedule for you tomorrow.” In that moment, a medic came in. Y/n was going to get up and leave, as usual, but she too was stringed up. Luckily, Shuri was with her. Apparently, the medic didn't feel half as comfortable bossing her around, as she did with y/n. Her work was barely noticeable, so Shuri and y/n continued with the check up. “Small flame”, Shuri commanded and y/n produced a small flame in her hand. “Blue flame”, once more y/n delivered. It went like that for a few minutes until the medic approached Shuri. “My princess”, she said in a deep voice, “Could you please look at this.” She held out her paper, but it was turned away, so y/n couldn’t see what was on it. Shuri studied it with a grim look on her face. “Oh, this had just been missing”, she sighed, “How long do we have?”

“We are not sure. Probably a few more months, maybe two. If we’re lucky, half a year.”

“Can we not refreeze him?”

“Not until he has woken up completely.”

Shuri sighed once more. “Fine. We will wait.” After the medic had left the room, y/n looked at the princess in confusion. “What happened?”

“The Winter Soldier. He is waking up.”

Y/n gathered that the Winter Soldier referred to James Buchanan Barnes, the frozen man. “And why is that such a problem?”

“It’s not under normal circumstances. But when he wakes up he will be delusional. He might have a short episode, an incident like the one you had, before remembering who he is. Nothing we’re not prepared for, but it takes time, and, at the moment, I wanted to concentrate on T’Challa.”

“What do you mean ‘an episode’?”

“You see, before he came here, he had been tortured for years to become this super soldier. In that state, he has killed many people, hurt even more. Stark’s parents were under his victims. We put him on ice to help him, to fix his mind, but we aren’t ready yet, so if he wakes up in the next few weeks, he’ll need time to readjust.”

Y/n felt her jaw drop. “What the fuck?”, she whispered, “This is a plot twist I was not expecting.”

Shuri laughed. “Oh Fire girl. You are so incredibly dumb. And I am so incredibly smart, which is why I must go now. My brother’s duel is about to start and he needs my brilliance.”

“Hope he doesn’t need to be humble to win. Because that you couldn’t offer”, y/n snickered, “But good luck! I am sure he’ll smash it!”

Shuri’s face turned serious. “God, I hope so too”, she mumbled, before leaving the room.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 6

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (I promise you we‘re close)

Summary: Y/n has now arrived in Wakanda, but will they take her? A night has passed since Part 5

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617186196866646016/lils420

Warnings: None

Y/n was woken up the next day by the soft buzzing of the jet she was in. Quinjet Rogers had called it. He was sitting on the pilot seat, seemingly in thought, and flying the plane effortlessly. Y/n couldn’t help but wonder how many times he had done it before. Through the windows, y/n was able to see the low plains of what she believed was Kenya, immersed in the red-golden twilight of the sun rising. It was breathtaking. She also saw her reflection, which, she figured, wasn’t half as beautiful. Still wearing the blue overcoat, she looked worn out. The stress of the past week had caused her to loose weight and with it, the inner glow of a healthy person. Her y/h/c hair wasn’t as lively as usual, missing it’s vitality. Suddenly, y/n longed for a warm shower to clean herself up and wash her troubles away. She shuddered and pulled her coat tighter around her before standing up and making her way to the cockpit, taking the seat next to Steve.

“Good morning”, he greeted her as she made herself comfortable, “You look about as alive as I feel.”

Y/n made a quiet noise half-way between a laugh and a snort. “Must feel like being a zombie then.”

“That would be highly accurate”, Steve smiled, “But in good news, we’re almost in Wakanda.”

Y/n felt obligated to point out that there was not a single house in sight, yet alone the technological advanced super nation that Steve had described Wakanda to be, but she kept her mouth shut. What point was there to keep asking questions about things that seemed normal to the Avengers if the only outcome was her making a fool of herself. Instead, she busied herself with inspecting the numerous buttons in front of her and Steve. Her time away from earth had taught her multiple things of planes and aircraft, even though she felt that she was not half as comfortable in a cockpit as Steve was. There also was a third chair in the cockpit, which Thor had sat on until yesterday. Y/n had liked Thor, with his big heart and boyish grin. Because he seemed to trust everyone and everything, he had told her about his own story yesterday. About his adopted brother Loki, about Aether, and the death of his mother. And repetitively also about Jane, his ex girlfriend, which, turns out, had not been dumped by Thor but vice versa. They had said goodbye to Thor at about midnight, because he wanted to defend Asgard, his home town, from something called Ragnork and therefore had to continue his quest. Although y/n had no idea what it meant, she felt the urgency in his voice when he talked about it and in that she saw Thor’s great love for his people. And when she watched him practically ‘beam’ himself into the sky, on a light way as strong and beautiful as her own power, she felt a sudden wave of sadness that their acquaintance had been over so quickly. Even now, just looking at the chair, she missed him, in a weird, but familiar way.

“Are you ready?”, Steve asked, interrupting y/n’s thoughts. She nodded. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” As if on queue, the quinjet dipped into the protection that had shielded whatever lay inside from outside eyes, and gave sight to an enormous city. In the middle pranked a combination of skillfully designed towers, weaving and reaching into the sky, announcing modernity and progress to anyone that looked at them. Surrounded by equally elegant housing, the city stretched until the very outskirts of the mountain it had been build upon, just reaching the spot where Steve and y/n had entered. People where walking around, talking, flying, some with animals, some with weapons, covering the city, up until the more traditionally build suburbs, which promised the continuity of tradition in the modern world and interlinking past and future in a perfectly build present. Y/n hadn’t realized she had stopped breathing until she exhaled audibly. “So this is Wakanda”, she remarked softly. Rogers flew straight over the city, giving y/n the opportunity to inspect it closely, leaving her even more overwhelmed by the sheer beauty of it. Even when Steve had landed the plane, near one of the towers, and they climbed out of it, she had to remind herself constantly to keep her mouth shut. It was hard, especially when they were greeted by a committee made up of female warriors, that radiated strength and security. One of them stepped forward. “Captain America”, she stated confidently, “What a pleasure to see you.” Both made a cross with their arms, a form of greeting y/n supposed, before Steve answered. “Good morning, Okoye. Thank you for having us.” “Don’t thank me”, she retorted, “If it was going my way, we would keep Wakanda closed. I do wonder what you put in T’Challa’s head that he keeps agreeing to see you.” Steve shrugged apologetically, before Okoye looked at y/n. “So this is her? The Fire girl? She does not look like much.” Okoye’s eyes lingered on y/n for a little longer, and y/n felt herself shrinking into the coat, as if it could protect her. In an even more helpless attempt to escape the gaze, she clinged onto her backpack. Then, abruptly, Okoye turned around and went towards one of the towers. Steve and y/n followed her, behind them the rest of the warriors.

The inside was architecturally as impressive as the outside. They went through multiple long corridors before entering what y/n believed was the the kings headquarters. T’Challa. “My king”, Okoye announced, “Captain America and the Fire girl.” She went to stand on the side, making it possible for y/n to see the king. He was a handsome man, a little older than her, wearing a black suit and sitting on a throne. Around him, there were about six other people, an older lady for example, who by the facial resemblance could have been his mother, and one that did not look older than eighteen. “Good morning”, T’Challa spoke in a clear voice, and once more, their arms were crossed as a greeting. For a moment, y/n was not sure whether she was supposed to do it herself, but she decided against it. After all, it could be reserved for the elders or people of importance and her doing it could be an offense which she did not mean to happen. “So this is her.” T’Challa’s eyes traveled up and down y/n, but unlike Okoye’s, they seemed friendly, almost curious. “What is your name, Fire girl?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

“And you had contact with an infinity stone?”

“Yes”, she confirmed, hectically adding, “Your majesty.” It earned her a smile from the king, who tilted his head. There was a pause, and y/n was once more not sure what to do. Did they expect her to elaborate on this matter? Was she only to speak when spoken to? Nervously, y/n dug her nails into her palms. Luckily, Steve continued to speak. “T’Challa, I know that I have once already asked for your favor and believe me, I would not do it again if I saw another way. I come to you today to ask you to provide a place of safety for y/n, as you so reliably did before.”

“Yes, but we froze the other one. You don’t expect us to freeze her, do you?”, the young girl had spoken, and although some approvingly murmured at her words, it was met with a sharp look from T’Challa. “Shuri, be quiet.” Steve continued. “She is strong, so I believe she would grow to be an asset for Wakanda’s safety but she cannot control her power well. She is in need of safety procedures only Wakanda can provide.”

“How do you expect us to train her?”, a middle aged man inquired, “not one of us has this power.”

“I believe she can train herself. She needs guidance in dealing with her strength, just as, I am sure, you needed guidance, T’Challa, after earning the strength of the Black Panther. But her power is unique, and she understands it, so she will be able to control it.”

‘What a lie’, y/n thought to herself, but the Captain’s words gave her confidence. “How skilled you are in the methods of rhetoric”, the older woman observed gently, “I want to believe you.”

“But we shouldn’t”, the middle aged man argued, “Our highest priority should be Wakanda. What if we cannot contain her?”

“But what if we led her go and she becomes a danger to Wakanda from the outside. What if we cannot defeat her? This way we ensure she stays on our side”, T’Challa answered. The other man scoffed. “You are naive to believe in a moment of power she remembers those who once taught her, my king.”

“I did”, T’Challa answered coldly, “and so did my father.” A short pause followed, in which y/n unclenched her hands a little. It was strange to be spoken about in room she was in as if she weren’t present, but she didn’t dare to speak. The stakes were high, and even if she hadn’t seen what security measures Wakanda had, she already felt at peace here. She’d do anything to stay. It was T’Challa who broke the silence. “And we must not forget, she carries the power of an infinity stone. If we could find a way to use it, to channel it, it would be an extremely powerful weapon.”

“I am sure I could find a way”, Shuri said cockily, “It could not be harder than the metal arm I had to make for the broken white boy.”

Her response was met with a defeated sigh from the middle aged man. “Fine”, he said, “if you want to test it, you can. But, my king”, he looked T’Challa directly into the eyes, “there is a reason why Wakanda is closed to foreigners. I believe you should reconsider.”

But T’Challa had already stood up and made his way to Steve. “We will take her, Captain”, he extended his hand, which Steve promptly shook. “Thank you”, he replied and for the first time, y/n saw relief in his face. She hadn’t realized how fragile this situation really was.

It was Shuri who led y/n away from the others after they had said goodbye to Steve, who would return to New York. They went down the tower until y/n wasn’t sure whether they were under the earth or not. It was a labyrinth of corridors and she couldn’t quite shake the feeling that they weren’t supposed to keep others out, but her in. Shuri had given her a few clothes, which y/n carried attentively. It was nothing special, a few shirts, trousers, a hoodie, some underwear, but she briefly wondered where this stuff came from. No one she had seen until now was wearing western fashion. Maybe it’s to show them, y/n caught herself thinking, how much of an outsider I really am. As if her complete lack of understanding regarding their culture didn’t make it obvious. Silently, she decided to read up everything she would be able to find about Wakandan culture. She didn’t remember ever feeling this ignorant. Shuri stopped in front of a corridor with three doors. She motioned at one of them. “Behind this door there is a small kitchen, it’s usually not used for more than coffee breaks but it has a microwave and a fridge, so maybe we can stock it up for you.” Y/n smiled thankfully as they moved down the corridor. “This one is your room. It’s quite small, but I am sure you’ll manage.”

“Thank you, Shuri”, y/n was excited at the prospect of her own room. After all, she hadn’t had one for the past five years. “Behind the last door”, Shuri motioned at the door in the back, “is your training room. I should warn you though, there is another person in there. The white man that Captain America send to us a few months back.”

“He just leaves there?”, y/n asked, before fearing something worse, “you didn’t make him move out of the room for me, did you?” “What?”, Shuri laughed, “oh you silly Fire girl. No, he’s frozen. Like a popsicle.” Of course, y/n remembered, they froze him. “God, I am admirably slow today”, she sighed, “Thank you for showing me the way.” “No problem. Can’t wait to see you tomorrow”, she opened the door to y/n’s room before handing her a small key, “We’ll wake you at eight.” And with that, she made her way back up the tower.

Y/n entered the room, which, for her, was not small at all. It wasn’t a loft, but she felt at ease right away. With the wine colored curtains and the small windows, which showed her that, in fact, they were not under the earth yet, it felt cozy. Y/n put down the clothes on her bed and her backpack on the floor. It carried the few belongings that had survived the way back to earth. Slowly, she started unpacking. A few pictures, a notebook, an old purple teddy bear and a broken watch. Initially, she had been surprised when she had found them on her spaceship but now, knowing that Clint had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D., she was almost sure he had made sure she could keep these things. Somehow that eased her hate for him. Y/n reached into the pockets of her blue overcoat and pulled out the envelope Steve had given her. It was brown and small, but it felt heavy, as if a considerable amount of paper was inside. Y/n y/l/n was written on the front, in a font that y/n would recognize anywhere. It was Clint's handwriting. She held the letter in her hands for a while before putting it on her nightstand. It had been a tough few days and she didn’t have the capacity to read it right now. Although it was merely midday outside, y/n was exhausted. She decided it would be best for everyone if she went to bed, but first, she was going to have her well deserved shower.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: No time has passed since Part 4. Y/n continues her travel to Wakanda.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617091969203699712/lils420

The sun was starting to set when y/n saw another car pull up the driveway. It was black, tinted windows. Two men came out, both blonde, one holding a hammer. They went up to the house where Natasha greeted them. She seemed surprised at the presence of one of them and they talked out in the porch for a bit. After a while one blonde guy went in while the other, the one with the hammer, went to go look at the burned grass. A wave of guilt hit y/n and she tried to repress the events of that afternoon. “No one got hurt”, she mumbled, “and that is all that matters”. Of course she knew that it was only a matter of time until she would start to hurt people, that not always a Natasha would be present to snap her out of it. Y/n did not want to imagine what would happen then. Luckily, today she wouldn’t have to. The repetitive banging sound of the blonde guy knocking on her door brought her back to reality. Cautiously, she opened the window.

“You did this?”, the man asked in a deep, almost raspy voice. Y/n nodded. “Impressive.” There was a pause before the guy started speaking again. “You see, I am Thor.” He paused, as if waiting for something. Y/n looked at him blankly, before hesitatingly answering. “I am y/n?”

“Yes, yes I know this, but you see, I am Thor.” There was another pause before he sighed and added, “God of Thunder? The handsome guy that saved Earth a few years back? In New York?” Y/n smiled apologetically. “Nothing, sorry.”

Thor grunted. “Well, y/n, you’re probably wondering why I am here.” That was indeed true. “Let me tell you. You see, there was this lady. She was my girlfriend. But recently, we broke up. I dumped her, no biggie. But, you see, before I dumped her, she also had contact with a stone. So Rogers asked me to see if it was the same stone that you’ve had”, he gestured at her, “uhm problems with.” Y/n nodded. “So”, Thor continued, “what colour was yours?”

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s what you want to know?”

“Yes”, Thor confirmed, “because, you see, there are multiple stones and each of them possess great power. I am not sure how many, but there was a blue one, the Tesseract, my brother Loki had fun with it a while back, and Rogers just told me about a yellow one. And of course Aether, the one my girlfriend touched. Sorry, ex-girlfriend. Anyway, that ones red.”

“That’s the one.”

“What?”

“The red one. I touched a red stone.”

Thor’s playful gaze turned into interest as he inspected y/n. “Ah, see so that is one. I must tell Rogers.” And with that, he went into the house.

The other blonde guy came to the car about ten minutes later. “Hello”, he said as y/n rolled down the window, “Sorry to keep you waiting here, it’s really not ideal.”

“But understandable.”

“Doesn’t make it nice”, the guy smiled, “I’m Steve, Steve Rogers. You really kept us on our toes today y/n.” Y/n felt her cheeks flush. “Sorry”, she whispered.

“Don’t be”, Steve scratched his chin, “But regarding your power, we think we know what is happening. The stone you had contact with is sometimes referred to as reality stone. It allows you to look into other parts of the multiverse.”

“Really?”, y/n could feel the surprise in her own voice.

“Well kind of”, Rogers laughed quietly, “it’s a lot more complicated than that. But anyway, we believe that your Pyrokinesis is linked directly to it.”

“Oh really”, y/n couldn’t stop the sarcastic remark before it was to late, “sorry, it’s been a long day.”

“I know. What struck us most about your power is that you can not only control fire but also create it. We believe you’re taking it directly from another universe with the power your stone gave you. It listens to you, because you brought it into this world.”

“But why only fire? Surely that means I could just take other stuff.”

“We’re not sure why. Nat believes it’s because it’s one of the four elements, so it’s easier. And maybe you can control other... stuff”, he finished lamely, “But you’re not exactly comfortable with it yet, so for that, we might have to wait.”

“So, am I going to Wakanda now?”

Rogers nodded. “Yes. But we’re taking the other car. Let me get Thor and then we’ll be on our way.”

Only after y/n was put into Steve’s car, Clint came outside. He felt deep regret, not only for the way he had treated y/n all those years back, but for pushing the thought of her away since then and therefore endangering his family today. After the incident in Germany, he had promised Laura he would stop all this nonsense. But when Nat called, they had both agreed, one more would not hurt. After all, they were only supposed to be a safe house for y/n to be stalled in while waiting for Steve. Clint smiled weakly at Thor, who waved enthusiastically as he entered the car. Nat hugged Steve goodbye before going back inside. As Rogers made his way back to the car, Clint gave himself a push. “Steve, wait”, surprised at his own voice, he caught up with him, “I, uh, I have something for y/n.” Steve looked at him, confused. “It’s a letter. I wrote it back when S.H.I.E.L.D. took her”, Clint held out the small brown envelope, “I thought, maybe, if she read it, she’d... I don’t know...” Forgive me, he finished his own sentence. Although he hadn’t said it out loud, Rogers seemed to understand for he took the letter. “I’ll make sure she gets it”, he promised, before making his way to the car. Clint stood and watched as they drove away, and he stood there a little bit longer, his eyes on the horizon, his hands in his pockets, reminiscing in the past as if it was something tangible. The sun had finally set on this cloudy day and the dawning twilight brought with it the promise of a night’s relief. Only with the arrival of Laura he found back into the house, and only with her he felt at peace again. But the feeling that the next few months would stretch themselves to be one of the longest of his life did not fade completely.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Here is Part 4. Y/n has another incident, Clint tells his side of the story. No time has passed since Part 3.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/617014088265007104/lils420

Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of torture

Nat had trained all her life to react quickly. And the highest priority had always been to get civilians to safety. Instinctively she lounged herself in front of Cooper, the boy, practically shoving him inside of the house. “I’ve got you, sweetie”, she whispered, “Tell your mum to go to the barn, okay? And take Lila and Nathaniel with you, okay? Aunt Nat has to deal will deal with this.” Cooper looked frightened but nodded, and started running. Turning around, Nat saw what she feared. Y/n was loosing control. She was glowing again, visibly trying to hold herself back. Her nails had dug into her skin and blood started running down her hands, mingling with the sparks that flew around her. Clint stood before her, confused, paralyzed.

“Clint! Get away!”, Nat screamed, “You’re not helping!” She ran towards him, grabbing him by his jacket. Clint stumbled backwards while the flames started to surround y/n, moving around her like a tornado. Faster and faster they intertwined and climbed up and down y/n’s body. Nat had never seen anything like this.

“Y/n! You have to control it”, she shouted. If y/n were to loose control, Nat wasn’t sure if she could protect herself or anyone else. Y/n’s voice echoed in her head; ‘They told me later, I had killed twenty three people’. Nat screamed again. “Y/N!”

It didn’t help. The flames seemed to have a mind of them own. And they grew consistently.

“Aunt Nat? What is happening?” Natasha froze. She had assumed Cooper had gotten everyone to safety, but she was disproven.

“Lila go!”, she pressed urgently. The girl was standing behind her and looked up to y/n in fear. The fire that surrounded her started crawling away from y/n, consuming the grass around her. Lila didn’t move. Feeling the power of the fire now also pulsating through her own veins, Nat hugged Lila, shielding her from y/n.

“Y/N!”, she screamed in a last, desperate attempt to stop her, “She’s just a child!”

Suddenly, the fire halted. Although the flames were still there, they had stopped spreading and merely lingered around y/n. For a moment, the world stopped. Then, slowly, the flames retreated, making their way back to their creator. Around her, they diminished to a small spark, which y/n in a last effort crushed with her hand. Nat let go off Lila and rushed towards y/n, catching her before she fell onto the ground. Her hands were covered in blood, her face in tears. “I’m so sorry”, she whispered, “I’m so so sorry.”

“What the hell?”, Nat was sitting in Clint’s kitchen, holding the coffee that Laura made her and eyeing her best friend suspiciously. They had locked y/n in the car to figure out what would happen now. And to avoid another incident. He was standing, leaning against the counter and shrugged apologetically. “God, I don’t know.”

“Is it true?”

“What?”

“Her story.”

“The one where I sold her out to S.H.I.E.L.D.?”, Clint laughed bitterly, “Yeah.”

“And?”

“What do you mean and? Most of us Auserwählten also worked as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. They never recruited y/n though. I think they thought she wasn’t good enough. After all, unlike most of us she hadn’t done the high school course. But she was strong and I think that was what drew me to her. Not physically but emotionally. And during that time, I needed that. God, I still need it today, I mean look at Laura.”

“Wait, wait ,wait. Are you trying to tell me you guys...”

“We dated, yeah. For like two years? And we were good together. As partners as well. But I never told her about S.H.I.E.L.D. I just wanted to protect her, I guess?”, Clint rubbed his temples, “and then, in Stalingrad, everything went wrong so quickly. I had orders to locate the infinity stone before it got into the hands of the CIA, but y/n was good. She shielded it well. They send me in to shoot her, but I couldn’t. They said I missed, but you know me...”

“You never miss”, Nat took a sip of coffee, “and then?”

“Well, I aimed at the power machine behind her. I was also scared she would touch the stone directly. Something in me knew she wouldn’t survive it. I hoped the explosion would dismantle her long enough for me to get her to safety and turn the stone over, but directly after she was hit, she started burning. Not exactly, but there were flames all around her, without scorching her? It was confusing. So S.H.I.E.L.D. took her in”, Clint took a deep breath before continuing, “After that, I tried finding her, tried figuring out what happened to her, but I didn’t find anything for months. Then, by coincidence, I overheard my boss discussing her with someone. And that she didn’t respond to her attempts of torture”, Clint smiled sadly, “I told you she was strong. Anyway, I decided to break her out. So, I convinced my boss to let me talk to her. But when I entered the room, she had an incident. You know, like the one today. But that day, she killed...”

“Twenty three people. I heard. God, you are like, the worst ex ever”, Natasha smiled at Clint, who returned it, grateful for her not judging him more harshly. “So what do we do with her now?”

Natasha shrugged. “Continue with the plan? If anything, today has shown we need to get her into Wakanda rather sooner then later.” Clint nodded thoughtfully, “Steve said he would be here in about half an hour. But why again is he so sure Wakanda will even take her? I thought he used all his favors up for Barnes.”

“Clint. Come on. She is basically a walking infinity stone. If they could, they would also take Wanda.”

“I’m not sure they’re as power hungry as you’re making them out to be”, Clint retorted, but silently, he agreed.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A little something for the kids - Part 3

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (I promise we’re getting there)

Summary: Here is Part 3. Tony and Natasha come up with a plan for y/n, but it is not the best. No time has passed since part 2.

https://lils420.tumblr.com/post/616926664929263616/lils420

Warning: None

It had been about an hour since the interrogation. A woman had since arrived, about the same age as y/n, a year older, maybe two. Y/n was not sure who she was but judging by the familiarity between her and Stark, she was one of the Avengers. Stark had moved y/n out of the room she had been held in into a smaller, more comfortable one. Sitting on the provided couch, debatably a bit too stiff, she eyed the two people behind the glass door. Although y/n could not hear everything, she saw the visible discomfort the woman had. She spoke quickly and kept motioning at the feet of Ironman. Y/n was not sure why, but it took a while for Stark to calm the woman down. Only after that, they entered.

“Y/n, this is Natasha. Natasha, y/n.” Stark made a somewhat helpless gesture and sat down on a chair. Y/n felt Natasha’s eyes travel up and down her body. “She does not look dangerous”, she stated, “But then again, Bruce didn't either.” There was a pause before she continued. “Show us”.

Perplexed, y/n looked up. “What do you mean?”

“You’re power. Show it to us. I want to see it.”

Y/n glanced at Stark, but he nodded. “Alright”, she agreed. After all, it seemed sensible. Slowly, she stood up, finding a stance of strength and comfort. Her hands, shaking a little, she stretched out and concentrated on the vibrating feeling inside her. The warmth and power that never truly left. Then, she waited. Initially, her hands started glowing, but soon, a spark of fire appeared. Then more. Combining themselves into a small flame, they started dancing around y/n’s fingers as she moved her hands. Another flame appeared and both whirled with extreme grace up y/n arm, traveling around her body, pulsating before finding their way back to the hands, slowly dimming and finally fading out.

“It’s beautiful”, Natasha whispered, almost in awe at the seemingly alive element. Y/n smiled faintly. It was beautiful. Natasha spoke again. “But you seemed very attentive with it”.

Y/n nodded. “I’m not sure how much I can control it, especially here on earth. I didn’t want to set you guys on fire.” And kill you, she added it an afterthought.

“Y/n we want to help you. Maybe train you, we’re not sure. The problem is”, Stark stopped rubbed his temples, “because of uhm personal issues, I am under house arrest. Technically I am not supposed to even talk to Nat. So you cannot stay with me. Aside from that, it wouldn’t be safe to position you in the middle of New York.”

Natasha nodded thoughtfully and added, “You’ll come with me.”

Ironman looked up to her in surprise but before he could protest, Natasha smiled. “I have a plan. But you’re not going to like it very much Tony.”

“You’re going to call Rogers, aren’t you?”, Tony walked around the car they had put y/n in and crossed his arms. Natasha sighed. “I told you you weren’t going to like it.”

“I just don’t understand. What does he have to offer that I can’t provide?”

“A space of safety.”

In disbelief, Tony felt his eyebrows shoot up. “Nat, do you even understand what we’re dealing with here? You can’t really belief that we’re taking her in because she can do a little magic with fire. We’re taking her in because she had contact with an Infinity stone. One, that is merely out there. We have to secure it. She’s our best chance at it and you want to give her to Rogers?”

“Hey, I know all of this. But she isn’t going to be much help right now and our first priority is to contain her. If she is half as dangerous as she thinks she is... twenty three people... and she doesn’t remember.”

“You could kill twenty three people, she isn’t that special.”

Nat got inside the car. “Yes, but I’d do it consciously. And if you don’t shut up you might end up as one of them. Besides, must I remind you that even if you wanted to you can’t? Let me deal with this. I’ll text you the details.” And with that, she closed her door and started the car.

As Tony watched them drive away, an idea occurred to him. “Friday”, he said, “get me everything you can about that CIA mission y/n was on. Let’s go find out who her partner was.”

Y/n and Natasha drove for a while. The latter didn’t speak, so y/n busied herself with the outside world. They had put her in handcuffs, although that made little sense considering she could melt them, but she hadn’t protested. If that was what the Avengers needed to feel safe, she would let them. After a while, the plain green fields turned into woods. Y/n decided to ask a question.

“Where are we going?”

“To a friends house.”

“Ah”, there was a pause, “what’s her name?”

“It’s a he. But why don’t you ask me the question you really want to ask?”

Y/n watched a raindrop travel down the window. “Okay. What is the plan?”

Natasha smiled as she speed up. “I’m going to give you to my friend. He has connections with Captain America, who in turn will bring you to Wakanda.”

“Wakanda?”

“It’s a country in West Africa. They’ll have the right technology to contain and train you. They’ve.... dealt with people like you before.”

Y/n nodded solemnly. It seemed like a good plan.

After about two more hours, the woods turned into fields again. Except this time, at the very horizon, a farm house appeared. Natasha’s cell phone buzzed with a text message, but she ignored it.

“Is that your friends house?”

Nat made a confirming sound. “He has three children, hope you can act accordingly.”

Y/n smiled. She had always liked children. Natasha’s phone buzzed again. “Someone’s trying to talk to you.”

“The whole world would try to talk to me if I let them”, Natasha remarked as she pulled up the driveway to the house. It looked peaceful. After parking the car, Natasha looked at her phone. “It’s Tony. He’s trying to call me. How about you go ahead and knock at the door, while I answer this. Say I’m with you.” She smiled apologetically before dialing a number. Y/n left the car and made her way up to the front door.

A child opened it after her first knock. A boy, maybe ten years old.

“Hi. I am y/n, I’m here with Natasha?”, y/n said softly. The boy turned around. “Da-ad!”, he shouted into the house, “Aunt Nat is here and she brought a frie-end.”

“One sec, I’m coming”, retorted a familiar voice. Too familiar. Y/n tried to remember where she knew it from. She looked at the family name besides the door and a shiver went down her spine. Barton. In that moment Natasha shouted. “Y/N! Wait!”. But it was too late. Y/n already saw him. A man, in his thirties. Clint Barton. The person who shot her. The person who betrayed her. A hot feeling cursed through her hands and she dug her fingernails into her skin to control it. She wouldn’t let this person get the better of her again. Clint Barton. Whom she knew from the CIA.

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Here’s no 2:) y/n’s interrogation and an insight into her past. No time has passed since Part 1 (linked below)

Warnings: mentions of torture

“The story will initially make little sense. It was about twelve years ago. After high school, I had joined a course from the CIA. It trained us teenagers to be spies. We learned fighting techniques, shooting, information extraction processes, the whole deal. I was eighteen at the time and I enjoyed it. I was good at it. After about two years, I was promoted. They gave me an opportunity they almost never gave to people who hadn’t attended their high school Programme. I was invited to train on the Auserwählten, a special team which would go on to do high profile stuff. I was flattered, so, of course, I joined. Apart from me, the team was composed of about seventy other recruits. It was harder to train with them, most of them were better, more experienced, but I still enjoyed it. And, with the training, I also got better. Quicker. More ruthless. You can imagine. I ‘graduated’ at twenty three, which was seven years ago. And after that, it was real jobs. We worked for the CIA. They send us on missions, always two of us together. I was send to Russia, to Stalingrad. We heard there was a unique power source, which we hadn’t encountered before. It was feared that it would challenge international security and give the soviets a serious advantage. The mission itself was initially quite successful. We had infiltrated the place accordingly and were close to finding the source. All was well.”

“But the night we decided to act, we were surprised. Not by the Soviets, but by Americans. An organization which we would later call S.H.I.E.L.D. They captured my partner, but I managed to lock myself into the room with the source. It was the first time I had actually seen it. A lot smaller than I initially expected, it was bright red, like a stone. Because I didn’t know what to do with it, I tried to extract it from the machine it was held in, in order to prevent S.H.I.E.L.D. from getting it. But just as I opened the security door, my partner entered the room. I thought he was going to help me, but he didn’t. He shot at me. And missed. Well, he missed me, but he did hit the machine with the power source inside. And it exploded. I was hit by the explosion and fell unconscious. I don’t remember what happened then, but when I woke up, I was chained up, in the hands of S.H.I.E.L.D. My partner was gone. I was alone.”

The memory of those months brought tears to y/n eyes. But it wasn’t anything compared to what she was about to say. She looked up quickly. Ironman still starred at her, frowning, thinking. He had stopped playing with his pen. Y/n swallowed and continued.

“The next few months were hell. They tortured me, questioned me, starved me. I was trained to endure a lot, but that was too much. I didn’t understand what they wanted from me until one specific afternoon. I hadn’t slept in ages, I was exhausted and frankly, I didn’t want to fight anymore. That day, they brought him in. My old partner. And he triggered something in me. Seeing him, healthy, happy, I was angry. More angry than I ever was before. And I exploded. I think that day, my power woke up. It was flowing through me, every inch of my body. But it was too much. Too strong. It flowed out of my body into the room. Everything was heating up, there was fire all around me, fire in me. I couldn’t help it. It healed me somehow, but nothing had ever been that painful either. And then, it was gone. I collapsed onto the ground and blacked out.”

“They told me later, I had killed twenty three people. I didn’t believe it. They wanted to freeze my body, until they had figured out what was wrong with me. I didn’t want to. But my power didn’t come back. So they did it. Unbeknownst to me, that was not the only precaution they took. After two years in the freezer, I showed symptoms again. Melting the ice around me. Setting my doctors on fire. S.H.I.E.L.D. decided I was too big a risk. They send me into space. It took me two more years to wake up though. And when I did, my power stayed with me. I was stranded on a small planet without inhabitants. The resources on my ship were going to last me five years. I learned to control my power, most of the time. And I also learned to fly with my ship. I was lonely, yes, but no danger to anyone. But my supplies wouldn’t last forever. I decided to leave my planet. Find other life. At least for a while. So I set off. That was about a week ago.”

Y/n paused. She was tired, but her head had stopped hurting. Ironman had closed his eyes. “And then?”, he asked after a short pause, “how did you end up here?”

“I am not sure. My spaceship was struck by I want to say a lightning? And it spiraled out of control. I ended up here and ever since then, I have been trying to get back. I - don’t want to hurt people. But I’m afraid I will. So I need to get back. And when I heard about the Avengers, I thought... well, I thought you could help.”

“Just to clarify, when you said you were twenty six, you did actually mean thirty, right?”

“Well, technically that is true. But I was asleep for four years in which my body didn’t age.”

“Fair”, Ironman opened his eyes and turned to look at y/n. “And your Pyrokinesis, you said it came from a power source, a, what did you call it?”

“A stone. A red stone.”

Ironman looked as if he was remembering something. “The infinity stones”, he uttered, “is there a red one?” This made little sense to y/n, but she didn’t ask. After a while, Ironman started speaking again. “And you want us to send you back to space? So you’re not a danger to anyone?”

Y/n nodded. To her surprise, Ironman shook his head. “I doubt that’s a good idea. You’re too valuable. And after all, how dangerous can you be? We learned to handle a Hulk.”

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lils420 · 4 years

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A lil something for the kids - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: This is the first part of a longer series. In this part, y/n stumbles upon the Avengers. Post Civil War, Pre Infinity War Vibes

Warnings: lmao swearing

The day was cloudy, but not depressing. Thursday, fourth of May. Tony was standing outside the Avengers headquarters, a black coffee in his hands. He was here to pick up his stuff, a few photographs, a backup set for parts of Friday, the usual. It’s been two months since the occurrence of what the public so kindly referred to as civil war; the signing of the accords, the fight in Germany. Tony gripped his car keys tighter, still staring at the building in front of him. He had been so proud of it, when they first build it. The land and resources he had provided almost solely of course, but especially Steve and Pepper had had serious influence in the design. Steve Rogers. Unbeknownst to himself, Tony let out a scoff. Captain fucking America. ‘How come’, Tony whispered quietly, ‘the idol of a nation doesn’t give a fuck about anyone that isn’t himself.’ It was true - at least to Tony: Steve Rogers was so adored by the public that he never had to deal with the consequences their actions brought with them. Never like Tony had suffered from anxiety attacks, from extreme guilt. Because, in his mind, he was always right. The end justify the means could have easily been Rogers life motto. Luckily, the difference between Rogers and the villains they have fought was, that Rogers valued human life. Not for the first time Tony asked himself for how long that would hold on. Rogers is a good man, his dad had once said. Hard to believe these days. The sharp pain of his car keys stabbing his palm brought Tony back to reality. ‘Betcha ass that Rogers never lost even a night of sleep for the people we killed’, he murmured bitterly, before opening the front door and entering the headquarters.

It was clear that it had been empty for a while. An eerie silence had settled in while the Avengers were gone and with it it had brought a layer of dust. How quickly things change in a few months. Initially, Tony had believed he would be the last one to empty out his things, but he quickly realized there was still plenty of stuff lying around. Clint’s arrows, Nat’s sad attempt at a house plant, even a notebook with Peter’s name on the front. Tony eyed it for a while. The handwriting was a little shaken, as if written quickly. It reminded Tony how young Peter was. A child.

Just as Tony picked the notebook up to skim through it, he heard a static sound, shortly followed by the front camera turning on. It showed a video of a girl. She was wearing a blue overcoat and banged at the front door. Every once in a while she would look up to the camera, waving hastily. “Hello!”, she screamed, her voice almost hoarse, “Please! Is anyone here? Help me!” Perplexed Tony put down the notebook. “Friday”, his voice low, factual, “zoom in on Camera 2. Who is this?” “Scanning now”, Friday responded. Her analysis followed shortly after, but Tony did not hear her. An alarm went off. The girl at the front door had just entered the building. No, not entering, that seemed to peaceful. Tony squinted at the video. ‘What the hell’, he turned to run to the entrance, ‘who melts down an entire front door?’

Y/n was exhausted, which made her loose control over her powers. Pyrokinesis they called it. The ability to control and create fire with bare hands. And y/n’s powers were strong. Four years ago, they were considered such a danger to earth, that an agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. had arranged a trip to space for her. The kind without return. That she was now on earth was due to an error, a system failure one might call it. She shouldn’t be here. Even if she had learned to control her power most of the time, mental and physical exhaustion were still a trigger. It was still dangerous. And now she had melted the front door of the people she hoped could help her. Prime example. ‘Stupid’, she thought to herself, ‘mess up the one chance you have’. Then she blacked out.

The first thing y/n heard was a low voice, male, a little frantic, a little amused. ‘I don’t know what to tell you. I know. I know. Pepper, why would I lie to you.” Y/n felt a buzzing in her head and questions started to form almost immediately. Who was this man? Where am I? What happened? She opened her eyes, slowly, trying to adjust to the harsh lighting in the room. It was a big room, but apart from her chair and a desk, not much was in it. Covered with paper, the desk stood right before her. There were windows, but they had been shut, apart from a small one right above her, through which sunlight fell steeply into the room. It uncovered the layer of dust that had settled everywhere. As if this place had been empty for a while. “No, yeah, not exactly but I texted Nat, she’s on her way.” Fine, there was also a man. Ironman. It was hard to forget that face, even if one had spend the last few years... not on earth. He sat behind the desk but didn’t seem to notice her. He looked worn out, older than the TV pictures she remembered, but he was still Ironman. Y/n tried to move, only to startle at the harsh sound the chains around her made. Ironman looked up from the desk. His expression was almost unreadable, but y/n felt like she could detect a flicker behind his eyes. Interest? Angst? His voice didn’t reveal anything. “Hey, I’ll talk to you later. She just woke up.” He put down his phone and eyed y/n suspiciously.

“Finally awake?”

Y/n shrugged a little, but didn’t say anything. She wanted for the Avengers to trust her. She could not afford a wrong word.

“A drink? Water? Coffee?”

One again, Y/n stayed silent. Her head started to hurt again and she focused on the pain. Don’t slip again, she told herself, please don’t.

“Look, if you want this to work, you have to cooperate okay?”, Ironman played with the pen in his hand, “But let’s start simple. Your name?”

“Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n”

“See it’s easy. I am Tony Stark. Your age?”

“Twenty six”

“Alright. Your power?”

Y/n’s head still pounded uncomfortably. “Isn’t it obvious?”, she exhaled. Ironman starred at her, before repeating the question. “Your power?”

“Pyrokinesis.”

“Pyrokinesis? What like you can make fire?”, Ironman’s lips thinned into a line, “Sounds like magic to me.”

“Feels like magic to me”, y/n agreed, “But it’s not. Well, it is kind of. I’m not sure.”

The pen in Ironman’s hand started moving again. “Let’s say I believe you. Where you born with your power? Or not?”

“I was not born with it.”

“How did you get it then?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have time.”

A strand of hair fell into y/n’s eyes. She looked at the man before her, who merely starred back. A long silence fell upon them, before y/n cleared her voice. And then she began to tell her story.

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