Miss Fortunate Chp 3
A/N: This fic is starring an “Original Character”
WARNINGS: Violence, Possessive Behaviour
SUMMARY: Jane DeMoray thought her life was pretty normal, you know, despite the recent alien invasion and government plots. After a personal loss, everything gets thrown into disarray however. It turns out that she is the daughter of the world’s favourite and problematic billionaire. And what does the Winter Soldier even want with her? How come Steve is so grumpy all the time?
After a refreshing shower and retrieving some truly bland and horrendous clothing (Tony was not joking about how bad they were) - literally, grey sweats and a white tank top about two sizes too big. There was something that resembled a bra but with no wire or support, I stuck with my own two-day old bra. The rest of my clothes, I stuffed in my purse, which had been left next to the door of the room.
It was time to escape.
It took me a couple of tries, but I finally found the elevators. There were two of them, across from one another. I clicked on their buttons and waited.
Nothing from the first one.
Then, the second one pinged opened and it had two people in it.
A redheaded woman, known as Black Widow, and a man with short hair and cut off sleeves. I gave them a blank look. They looked at me and then at each other. “Going up?” The guy finally said after a moment of silence.
“No, I’ll wait for the next one.” I mumbled, backing up and not meeting either one of their gazes.
The doors closed before they could reply. My eyes darted around the empty hallway. It was weird that there was no one up here, I thought. I clicked the button again.
Finally, the second pair of doors opened up to reveal a blessedly free elevator. Thanking the powers that be, I quickly made my way inside and started to descend. The L button hopefully stood for Lobby and not something like Lab.
The ride was free of interruptions. I focused on my breathing. It was such a simple task to walk out of a building and yet it felt like I was breaking out of the Pentagon. The walls were simple, frosted glass. The room looked totally empty, and I wondered if there were any cameras in here and wished that I had a hood to pull up, just in case.
I had to suppress a cry of joy when the doors opened up to reveal the spacious lobby. It wasn’t too full but there were groups of people scattered here and there. Some wore business suits, others were wearing what could only be described as security garb. One wall was taken up by a waterfall which went along nicely with the low hum of conversation. I would fit right in…
“Ma’am, can I help you?” One of the security agents wearing a suit stood up from the desk when I walked past.
“No. I was just leaving, thank you,” I flashed him a fake smile and kept moving. Almost there.
I could see the pigeons perched in the distance and felt myself smile for real. Unlike a lot of the residents of New York, I actually liked the wildlife and the pests. Maybe having a veterinarian for a mother helped with that. Sometimes, she would bring in injured birds home to tend to, and I remember thinking that I was the luckiest kid in the world to have a new pet every week. The best part was letting them go, but seeing them stay flying around. One memory was a bit blurry to me. It was likely a dream, but I remembered-
“Miss! Miss, we need you to come back here!” The security guard’s breathy voice reached my ears.
I had to get outside. I had to get back to my normal life. I broke out into a jog but when I looked back the security guard was practically on me. My fear spiked when I realized that the lobby was now silent. Everybody just watched, quiet and expecting. The guard grabbed a hold of my arm just as the elevator doors opened again.
“Let go of me!” I shouted as panic surged through me. My heart was beating so fast. Why did I think that I could just walk out of here?
The guard twisted my arm behind my back easily, “You can’t- you have to stay here, don’t make me tase you,” He grunted.
“Bucky! Bucky, no!” Someone shouted.
Was the security guard’s name ‘Bucky’? I thought vaguely but then the security guard wasn’t holding onto me anymore. In fact, he was being thrown across the lobby, right into the waterfall. I screamed as I turned around and came face to face with the man who did it.
Shaggy brown hair fell around his pale face. He was taller than me, much taller. Blue eyes which I could only describe as lifeless bored into me. I sort of froze there at the sight of him. He looked so familiar.
And then during my mental musings, I became aware of the fact that he was giving me all of his attention. My eyes went to the security guard who was standing up in the fountain now, coughing up water. Another man was there, holding out his arms.
I didn’t know what happened and I didn’t want to know. I wanted to get out of there. I turned and ran out of there.
Of course the bloody doors were locked. I screamed in frustration and banged on the glass uselessly. It was probably bullet proof or-
A hand landed on my shoulder and I was being gently tugged. The brown haired man pulled me back a few feet and I recoiled away from him automatically.
But he didn’t stay holding onto me. Instead he turned to the door, raised his fist, and punched through the glass. Then he did that to the next set. After that, he turned to me with a blank look.
I stared at him, open mouthed. “Okay. Thank you.” I managed to say finally. He held out his hand and helped me get across the shattered pieces of the doors. I took it and I realized that it was metal.
That tripped me up. I slipped in my haste to get away from him and to get out of there, but he stopped me from falling. His arms wrapped around my torso and I leaned into him in a panicked motion.
In a brief moment, we were holding each other. I felt…weird in his arms.
Two of the men from before came running out. “Buck, you have to let her go.”
His eyes which had been calm turned enraged. I followed his gaze and realized that the tall, blond man was Captain America. He wasn’t wearing his uniform, just a very tight shirt and dark blue track pants.
“Miss Stark, you need to stay here.” The security guard said, holding his arm. Behind him there was a team of agents. The lobby was empty of the business people.
Bucky let go of me and pushed me so that I was standing behind him. I saw him reach into the back of his pants for a shiv.
Oh god. I thought about the men who had been shot. One minute they were alive, and the next, they were just lying there. No. No.
“Don’t-don’t hurt anyone, please,” I begged, latching onto his arm without thinking. He pushed me back and crouched down, ready to launch himself at Captain America.
“Stay away from him!” The guard shouted. “Come back here, slowly.”
Yeah right. But the man was right about one thing: I needed to get away from this man, who had a shiv in his back pocket. I needed to get away from these people as well. I took a step away. And another one.
Steve was looking intently into the eyes of the Winter Soldier. “Bucky, you don’t want to hurt these people,”
That made me stop. Would he hurt these people? How come he hadn’t hurt me? Also, why didn’t he talk?
I bit my lip. I wanted to run. I wanted to put a few good yards between me and this building, and a couple of hundred miles between me and this strange, silent man. But what if he hurt someone?
Maybe, I could help in some way. Then leave.
“Bucky? Your name is Bucky?” I asked cautiously, turning back to face him.
For a moment, the man’s gaze flickered to me but he didn’t let it stray from the blond man too long. “Get out of here. I’ll find you later.” Okay, so apparently he did talk.
That was not what I wanted to hear. “No, no, no- why are you finding me later?”
A strange shiver went through me at the sound of his voice. He was still bent down low, ready to attack. I rubbed my hands together and made a decision in that moment. Grabbing onto his arm, I spoke in a clear voice. “Bucky, you need to put the knife down. He’s not going to hurt you-”
“They captured you.” He didn’t bother looking at me but he also didn’t shake my grip off like I expected him to.
“Well, yeah, but they’re not the bad guys.”
There was a beat of silence and then he twisted his arm so that it was out of my grip. I felt my shoulders drop, but then he grabbed onto my forearm in a grip which I could only describe as ‘decisive.’ He pulled me a bit closer and my eyes fell to the weapon which he was still wielding. It looked homemade.
“They will not touch you.” He declared, glaring at them all. Some of the agents were armed with batons, others with tasers. None with guns, thankfully. They all looked primed and ready to attack though.
“No, they won’t.” I agreed, “Nobody is going to do that, right?” I called out to the small army in front of us. The security guard looked annoyed but the Captain put his hand up to silence him before he could say anything else. At the movement, Bucky’s grip tightened and I winced. I thought about the conundrum that was this strange man’s request: apparently he could touch me but no one else could.
“Bucky, we want to help her.” Steve said. “We’re not going to- we won’t touch her.”
“Ever.” Bucky snarled, pulling me closer in one jerking movement as if to reiterate the point. Now, I was flushed against his torso and his arm was around my waist, crushing my arm to my side.
“Ugh,” The awkward position made me automatically recoil; nobody had ever held me like that before. However, his grip was tight and impossible to break, no matter how hard I pushed against his chest with my free hand. Pressed up against his body, I could feel nothing but muscle beneath his shirt. That sensation made my stomach do a little flip, I am ashamed to admit, but I blamed the stress of the situation.
To distract myself from the odd feeling, I jerked my head around to see Steve nodding. His expression was as controlled as Bucky’s was. Were any of these jerks going to ask me who I wanted touching me? The answer may surprise you…None of them.
Still, the man was brandishing the shiv. I tried to control the tremble in my voice, “Can you put down the knife now?”
His eyes fell to mine and the sound of metal hitting the ground made me jump slightly. I looked away from the intensity of his gaze.
“Thank you.” I whispered, leaning my head against his shoulder in a moment of tired frustration. His other arm wrapped around me and he held me close to him. My eyes were the size of saucers. What the hell was he even doing? “Okay,” I leaned back, “You can let go now.”
He grunted, then collapsed on top of me. “Woah!” My ass hit the cement as I buckled beneath the sheer weight of the Winter Solider.
Steve came running up to us, and he pulled Bucky up and into his arms. “I got him,” Steve held onto his inert form and stood up easily, before turning his gaze back to me. His eyes were blue as well, but they were lighter.
He stared down at me from his impressive height and I think that the stress was getting to me because all I could do was stare back while crouched on the ground in an awkward crab stance. “Miss Stark?”
“I’m not-” I began to get up.
“You should get back inside.” He interrupted me. After he hoisted Bucky over his shoulder, he said, “Before anyone else gets hurt.” And he jerked his head towards the elevators.
The agents took a couple of threatening steps forward. The security guard was holding his arm and surveying the destroyed glass.
I stood there with my mouth wide opened, and watched him walk away with the strange, unconscious man.
What a jerk.