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bethhxrmon · 5 years

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All I Ask of You Pt. 33

“There is something due any day, I will know right away soon as it shows”- “Something’s Coming” from West Side Story

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female OC

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Kind of a filler and kind of a setup

Warnings: Fillery writing, probably not my best but go off ig

A/N: Hey!!!! So I went on kind of a long hiatus because of school and stuff. It lasted longer than I meant for it to, but I needed the time off. I hope you guys all understand! As always, the masterlist is in my bio!

“I can’t believe it took us a whole month to talk Mr. Iron Dad over here to let us get ice cream,” Harper said with a light smirk.

Tony sighed, “You better watch it, we can go back home still.”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Stark! We’ve been doing nothing but working hard all this time, we need a break," Peter insisted as his eyes darted over to the pickup for ice cream.

Annie nodded eagerly, "I agree. Besides, the fluid is coming along great and my suit's nearly ready so I'm not wearing an over-glorified jumpsuit anymore."

"Hey! It was a good over-glorified jumpsuit that got you a long ways," Harper defended, waving her ice cream cone like a weapon.

Annie grinned, "Oh, I know. Just imagine how powerful I'll be with a decent suit... you know, I think that I could totally out-do Spider-Man if given half the chance."

"Yeah, right. In your dreams. I've been web-slinging around New York for way longer than you."

"And I've been a superhero for longer. Your point?" Annie asked, licking her ice cream.

Pepper shook her head slightly, "I'm just so proud of you guys. I never doubted any of you, but I always thought that it was insane you were all working so hard on something like this."

"It's because they're super cool heroes. Come on, they're basically Avengers!" Ned exclaimed.

Tony shushed them, "Could you guys keep your voices down? You know, it would be great to get you guys all hiding out across the country only for your identities to be revealed because you feel the need to yell out everything."

"Oh, calm down, we're only having fun. Besides, why isn't the Avengers dealing with this sort of thing? I mean, a big monster dude who probably wants people dead and can do so by mimicking powers seems like your kind of job. Just putting it out there," Annie claimed with a small shrug.

Tony sighed, "The Avengers are kind of complicated at the moment."

"You mean that you guys all broke up because of those Accords."

"That's not what I said."

"It's what you meant. I may just be some theater kid, but I'm not an idiot."

"Never said you were."

"Then admit it! You guys broke up because you couldn't agree over some pieces of paper that technically make what we're doing illegal. That's the real reason the Avengers aren't taking care of this. Because it's not a well-known enough threat for you guys to get the government on our side. This all has to be secret because it's so illegal," Annie responded, sighing.

Tony rolled his eyes, "Fine, it's illegal."

"I mean, let's be real here, legality isn't really morality," Harper pointed out.

Everyone looked at them, seeming a little surprised at Harper's input.

"What? I took a legal class for an elective one year. It was fun! I know how to get away with murder!"

Annie smirked, "That sounds more like you."

"And I wanted to see if I could change my parents' inheritance."

Ned tilted his head, "I thought you said that you didn't want any of their money."

"I don't! Trust me, it's not worth it. But it might be worth my other family members getting some money. Just, I don't want it going to that damn lizard!"

Annie nodded, "Yeah, that's fair enough. That lizard's a really weird thing to invest money into anyways."

"If you called it a lizard to their faces, they'd only say that it was a priceless heirloom of sorts and that it isn't a real lizard."

Annie sighed a little bit, "I still think it's complete bull that people are allowed to do that with money in the first place."

"Oh I know! People like them shouldn't even be allowed to have money, but here we are I guess," Harper said, taking another lick of their chocolate ice cream.

Peter sighed, "You know, it's taking them a while to get that ice cream..."

"Well, some of us didn't order the freaking suicide sundae thing that they have here," Annie pointed out teasingly.

Ned pouted, "Hey! We're sharing it and it's gonna be freaking great. You're just jealous that you didn't think to join in on our ice cream escapade."

"Actually, I'm relieved. I just wanted my cotton candy ice cream and that's what I got," Annie claimed.

Peter shook his head, "I don't know how you can eat that. It's like diabetes in a cone!"

"Because a ten scoop sundae has way less sugar than a cone."

Peter huffed, "I have a killer metabolism. And I have Ned on my side. We're gonna kill it and you're probably not even gonna finish your ice cream."

"That's a total lie!"

"Bet!"

"Fine, what happens if I win?"

"Um... I don't know. But I know that if I win, you have to kiss me?" Peter offered.

"Okay... now you're making me start to root for you," Annie replied with a wink.

Harper scoffed, "You two are so disgusting with your PDA and constant flirting! I think we should just let those two go out on a date on their own already. Just so I don't have to deal with this."

"Agreed, it's even worse than when they first started liking each other. It's so cute i think I could throw up from it," Ned said.

The teens ended up laughing, and that was when they saw the large sundae Peter and Ned were going to try to eat. It was several scoops and those scoops were enormous in and of themselves. They all looked at the ice cream with wide eyes.

"Well, I was rooting for you. Until I saw you guys got the Godzilla of sundaes. Good luck," Annie said, eyeing the ice cream.

Ned grinned, "Come on, Peter, we've totally got this! We'll show them for sure."

"Yeah, maybe you won't get a kiss if I win," Peter remarked.

"Oh, you're being full of it, Spidey!"

Tony shushed them again, "Remember what I said about not revealing identities?"

"Come on, Mr. Stark, no one's listening. You're just being paranoid about it. We're gonna be fine. Everyone's thinking Spider-Man's just on some sort of summer holiday or something probably. But I doubt anyone thinks he's here," Peter assured.

Annie and Harper went back to talking about Seattle, which mostly entailed Harper complaining about their parents and how everything had been going downhill ever since Harper had insisted on going to NYU for college.

"It's like they don't even think fashion design's a real major!" Harper exclaimed.

Annie shrugged, "I mean, some people don't think musical theatre is a real major either."

“Well, be realistic, is it a real major?” Tony asked.

Annie blinked, “It is.”

“How is it useful?”

“The skills you get from acting and a good stage presence are actually really beneficial. Not all of us want to be lawyers and professors. Some of us wanna win Best Actress at the Tony Awards after getting a Bachelor’s from Julliard.”

Pepper grinned, “You know what? I think that’s a good plan. Do you enjoy acting?”

“Yeah, it’s kind of my thing. You know, everyone has something they’re super good at. Like Harper has fashion, Stark’s got the whole leading superheroes thing, you have being a phenomenal CEO down to an art, Ned is a freaking wiz at random trivia facts which is beautiful, Peter is a science genius, and I have my acting,” Annie explained.

Peter beamed, “You think I’m a genius?”

“Well, yeah… hey, don’t look too cocky or I’ll take it back,” she said with a huff.

After a lot of talking and eating ice cream, there was still a few scoops of ice cream leftover from the sundae. Not wanting to waste any perfectly good ice cream, they decided to get to-go cups. It left Harper and Tony questioning what in the world the others were thinking.

"Oh come on, you and I both know that you'll be grateful once it's midnight and you're starving and you can just binge eat some ice cream," Annie pointed out, nudging her friend.

Harper sighed, "Okay, fine, I'll take it, but I'm not sure how accurate that is."

"Okay, you're just not used to not having your parents and everyone else around. You'll understand later," she said.

Once they were back at the cabins, Tony pulled Annie to the side.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Tony asked.

Annie shrugged, "Depends. What're we talking about and is it gonna actually be a minute?"

"I think it's pretty important. And it might take more than a minute," Tony admitted.

She sighed, "Okay, what is it?"

Annie leaned against an evergreen tree, looking at Tony. What in the world he was about to talk to her about seemed to be wearing on him for around an hour. He looked like he was ready to start pacing back and forth for the next day.

"Do you know who your biological parents are?"

"No... why?"

"Have you ever been curious about it?"

"Um I guess. I mean, wouldn't anyone be? My current parents all that great. I don't really expect any better from parents who let me be experimented on, but I guess I think about it now and then. But again, why?" Annie asked, frowning.

Tony ran a hand through his hair, "Okay, this might be a little bit much. And keep in mind I may be totally wrong about this. You see, I was in Brazil around sixteen or seventeen years before. I might have fooled around. At the time I was a lot more thoughtless than I am now. And-"

"You think you're my biological dad, don't you?"

Tony nodded, pursing his lips together.

Annie sighed, "Okay, this is definitely a lot to process. But you might not even be my real dad. It's, like, a one in a million shot, right? But... if I think about it, we have similar hair colors and eye colors. But dark brown is such a common color too! It's totally impossible. Come on, Stark, be real here."

"But it could also be very possible. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it before."

"Okay, I've definitely thought about it before, but in all fairness I look at many adults that bear any kind of potential resemblance to me and look at them. And I can't help but wonder. You know better than to think that this would happen."

"But it's likely. And it's not totally beyond the realm of possibility, you do realize that, right?" Tony asked.

Annie bit her lip in thought, "So what you're saying is that you definitely want me to go and get a DNA test and try to find out which scumbag let me become some abandoned science experiment."

"It could be a good idea. You don't have to, but it might give both of us peace of mind."

"And what if you're actually my biological dad?"

"Well, I don't have any real rights towards you. Technically I never did since i didn't bother to track down the mom. But we would both know, and even if I can't take you in-"

"I wouldn't want any of your money, Stark. You better hope that you're not my biological father. There's no way you'd be able to make up for all the years I've spent wondering about where I come from. And more important than that, you can't make up for letting me become someone's science project," Annie insisted, crossing her arms.

Tony ran a hand through his hair, "I know, trust me, I know. My dad wasn't too great either, I know how it goes."

“Except you don’t. With all due respect, at this rate, I won’t have one good for nothing dad, but two.”

Tony paused for a moment and looked like he was about to say something, but his mouth stayed closed. That was when Annie fully realized what she said.

“Hey, wait, I um… I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, it’s okay, if that’s how things turn out, you’re kind of right.”

“No, it was uncalled for. You didn’t have any real way to know. And besides, it’s still up in the air. It’s both true and untrue… so I guess we could call it Schrodinger’s father?” Annie suggested.

“That’s not quite how it works,” Tony said with a slight laugh.

“Hey guys! I just realized something that’s super important! And we gotta get it sorted out asap!” Harper yelled, sprinting right up to them.

Annie frowned, “What is it?”

“Good news or bad news?”

“Bad news first,” Annie said.

“Right, so, a lot of my original concept art for the White Swan design is still in Seattle with my parents… so we really need to go back there, like, yesterday.”

“And the good news?” Tony prompted.

“Oh, yeah! I think the new suit’s done! You’ll love it, it’s a freaking masterpiece if I do say so myself.”

Annie nodded, “Well, if there’s any place that’s good for me to test it out, it’s Seattle. I’m feeling like we need a field trip.”

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theslayover · 5 years

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A typical day at MIA

After a hectic 48 hours back in Miami to visit a sick relative, I have a 6:21 p.m. flight back to San Francisco. At 4pm my mother- who is stressed from work and having her mother-in-law in the hospital for a myriad of symptoms that could only make sense in an episode of House- decides the dishes in the sink need to be cleaned. And the counter cleaned. And the magazines arranged. I help where I can but try not to push the woman, whose (and I preface this with my mom is the best mom ever) fuse is so short when she’s stressed it’s almost mythical.

We finally leave around 4:25pm. The normally 20 minute journey is now between 30 and 40 minutes, apparently because they’ve closed one highway, there’s going to be a basketball game, and because Miami cannot go a day without at least 57 accidents. I wouldn’t generally care but in the back of my mind I’m slightly concerned as my roll-aboard is full of precious cargo: malanga and calabaza that I need for my abuela’s famous caldo recipe and that I cannot get in San Francisco. I can’t imagine I’m violating some random agricultural rule but #Florida.

Using a combination of Waze, Google maps, my mother’s incorrect intuition and prayers we finally make it to the airport after 5:00pm and my flight boards at 5:40pm. On top of it all, I really wanted to get a cup of coffee before the flight. This sounds like a 1st world problem, however:

1) I had a lot of work to do and needed to make the most of the 6-hour flight.

2) Airplane coffee tastes like a young coffee who had all his hopes and dreams in front of him until his parents died and he ended up in the foster system, bounced around house to house cared for by people who only saw him as a paycheck, and then eventually turned to a life of gang violence and drugs.

I try not to be too stressed, reminding myself that I have both CLEAR and TSA pre-check.

I run to the security checkpoint and wiz through with CLEAR. No problem. Then the associate informs me that pre-check is closed. It’s 5 goddam pm. The airport is mobbed, why? I’m handed a blue card that allows me to keep my shoes on through security but for the most part I’m stuck in the long, regular security line with throngs of people, all whom from their behavior I can only assume have never flown before. I feel rage surge inside me and think how Miami is a 3rd world country when it comes to logistics. But no, Lauren. You meditated today. You practice A Course in Miracles. How can you judge this way? I breathe deeply and repeat today’s mantra and tell myself it’ll be ok.

The gentleman next to go through the metal detector steps through. BEEP BEEP BEEP goes the machine. He forgot to take off his belt. For fuck’s sake. He strips it and steps through and BEEP BEEP BEEP I hear again. His wallet. Blessed be. He steps through once more and BEEP BEEP BEEP. The security guard lets him through. Wait what. A mixture of relief and alarm rush over me at once. Please tell me what they missed wasn’t a concealed weapon in his boxers. It’s 5:20pm.

The next gentleman goes through and BEEP BEEP BEEP. My metaphysical ears bleed.

I finally make it past all the First Time Flying Club’s members and a Portuguese family of 4 who have every iPad and child electronic imaginable, set my bags on the x-ray, tear out my laptop- one of the cons of Diet Pre-check- and I go through the metal detector. I set the fucking thing off. Thanks Cartier Love bracelet. I tell the confused TSA associate the bracelet is literally screwed onto my wrist (I feel so stupid saying this aloud...this is why women make less) and make my way to the higher security machine. I make it through without a hitch and run to the conveyor with my bags in time to see the man running the X-Ray pull my roll-aboard to the side for a bag check. Of course. It’s just before 5:30pm and I stand in silent horror as the man who is to perform bag searches decides to pick up every bin off of the conveyors before conducting the search. But I know better than to rush him, as then he’ll also decide to go back to school and get a medical degree before helping me.

He finally decides it’s time to actually make sure my bag doesn’t have a bomb in it. I walk over to the examination area and anxiously wait as he open my suitcase. He unzips the side area inside my Away bag and he pulls out a bag of coffee. Oh. That’s what set off the alarm. Of course. But as he’s pulling it out he sees the calabaza. I explain to him in Spanish “It’s calabaza and I need it for my grandmother’s caldo recipe,” have laughing half pleaing (please God not the calabaza). He seems pretty un-phased. He goes to search the other side of my bag, saying the machine saw something else solid. “Pan?” (bread) he asks. But then he finds the malanga. “You’re taking all of Miami back with you!” he says. “It’s for my grandmother’s recipe, I can’t find this in San Francisco, Mexicans don’t really cook with malanga!” I exclaim. He places the malanga back in my suitcase, looks at me seriously and says “I bet Mexicans have never seen a malanga.” I didn’t have time to contemplate the strange cultural burn. I thanked him profusely and dashed to my next stop. 5:35pm.

I get to the Starbucks line, which is blessedly short. Three people head of my and about 5 minutes till boarding. The next person approaches the register and places an order, and the cashier gives them the total. The person looks at the cashier, seemingly surprised that they have to pay and only then starts to rifle through their bags looking for a wallet.

It’s always been pet peeve for my father and I when a person will stand in and go through an entire line and only after ordering do they start to look for money. I can’t stand wasting people’s time and you think at an airport this would be less common but this is MIA, and it’s clearly everyone’s first time flying.

I make it to the gate just at the start of pre-boarding (because nothing is on time in Miami), at about 5:45. I walk onto the plane panting, coffee and bags in hand. I think of all those photos of celebrities and influencers who travel through airports looking so adorable. Do they actually look like that, or do they take stock photos at various airports and just load them when they go on a trip?

The pilot’s voice on the PA interrupts my #lifehack idea: “Ladies and gentlemen, we are already to take off here but we’ve just been alerted that someone must have removed one of the covers of the floor emergency exit signs, and the bulb has also been destroyed. We are contacting Maintenance now and will be back to you shortly with a fix update. As you know with the latest airline incidents (thank Boeing) we are all being extra cautious.”

I’m overtaken by mixture of laughter and disbelief; thoughts raced through my head:

“Of course after all that, we ‘d be delayed anyway.”

“This has got to be the craziest reason for a delay I’ve experienced”

“I’m pretty sure if we are going down, my inability to find one of the 40 emergency exit signs will not save us.”

“This might be the first time I could understand anything the pilot said over the PA.”

Passengers start to deplane, anxious to get on a different flight in hopes of making connections or at least to yell at gate agents, who will undoubtedly out IDGAF them 10:1.

After texting and sharing a few laughs with family and friends via text, I decide I might as well start working so I can get most of it out of the way before I get too tired. I reach for my backpack to take out my laptop- and realize I’ve left it at security.

Being a veteran of pre-check I NEVER take my laptop out of my bag anymore. With the scare of getting my roll-aboard searched, I forgot to replace it after it came out of the X-Ray. I run to the front of the plane and tell the flight attendants I don’t want to cancel this flight but only need to grab my laptop. Thankfully since people were deplaning anyway, I was able to get off.

I raced down the terminal, the sound of my flip flops drawing stares and snickers as they watched a small woman in a maxi dress race across a terminal. Of course my gate was the farthest. I got to security gasping for air. Through my lungs loudly fighting for life, I explained to the TSA agents my plight. They had my laptop and let it go before I managed to log into it, I suppose they figured no one would purposely steal a 12 pound, soiled HP.

I raced back down the terminal and gasping even more loudly, got back onto the plane. My seatmate saw me and gave me a silent “yay!” as I walked down the aisle. I plopped myself ever so gracelessly onto the seat, breathing (panting) a sigh of relief. The pilot’s voice comes back over the PA: “ladies and gentlemen, I really apologize but we don’t know how long it’s going to be, so we are going to go ahead and deplane.” Motherfuck.

The rest of the evening consisted of other fun things like finding out that all the other United planes at the airport were some other type of Boeing, and our plane had a slightly different size of emergency exit cover, finally bumming one off an American Airlines plane (the one good thing that airline has ever done for me), and then taking off 2 and 1/2 hours later.

This sounds like a crazy, stressful day and it kind of was. But in situations like these I’ve found that when you find yourself stressing and adamant that something has to work a certain way, and your actions become reactive, anxious and impatient, that’s when things really go wrong. Being worked up has made me forget things (like my laptop), gotten me into fender benders, arguments and in the end, nowhere. Even in times when I’ve gotten what I wanted after seemingly swimming against the universe’s current, it’s never been as good as I thought.

When you think of it, if the plane hadn’t been delayed, I would’ve realized the laptop was missing when we are already in the air. There was no WiFi on that flight (ah United), so I would’ve been fit to be tied for SIX HOURS not being able to work on the presentation for the next day, not being able to tell anyone, wondering if it was stolen etc. My mom’s and my drive to the airport was stressful navigating and we didn’t really get to enjoy our last moments together.

So if my crazy/ funny story can help you take a step back before your brain Hulk’s out, my job here is done. And when you feel ready to see how enlightened you are, make sure you fly out of Miami.

#slayover #consultinglife #miami #unitedairlines #travel

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eyeliveinabook · 7 years

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Bucky x Reader p. 6

Bucky woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee. Walking down to the kitchen he sees you, dressed while reading the paper.

"Any reason why you are dressed?" He asks taking the other cup of coffee and drinking it.

"We caught the guy, Fury wants us back at the tower today I'll drive. My stuffs in the car, didn't want to move your stuff" Bucky didn't know what to say because honestly this was still new to him. Back in the 40's you had to be mmarried to have sex with someone, this was completely different. He finished off his coffee and went to pack up everything. Within an hour they were back on the road, Bucky turned on the radio and 40's music filled the car.

" Oh no I am not listening to your old jazz music." Honestly the music didn't bother you at all,you were just tried of Bucky being so fucking awkward I mean you couldn't blame the guy but shit.

"We listened to your music on the way over." BUcky smirked over at you,relaxing at the fact that you guys were back to your old ways, "Besides, this music might actually calm you down."

"Besides, this music might actually calm you down" You said in your best Bucky imperssion. "I am prefectly calm when I am around people from this era." You then stuck your tongue out at him, he chuckled.

Back at the tower when y'all get back there you notice everyone is in the living room trying to hold back a grin.

"Well the two love birds are back. How was the missio?" Tony asked opening a bottle of wine.

"Fine." You said as you sat between Steve and Sam, "Next time one of you come with us, Bucky would not stop playing his old music." You said.

Bucky signed, frustrated, "Wasn't that fun for me either doll."

"Good. Fury never again." You noticed Tony,and Clint pull out there wallets and walk over to Sam,

"Don't bother with the sign or shirt Phil they still hate each other." Wanada and Phil came out with t-shirt that said "The ship has sailed."

"What seriously?"

"They weren't even gone for a week." Phil said looking gloomy.

"Doesn't matter Now give Sam the money." Natasha said smirking as Sam pass out the money to her, Steve and Fury.

"What the hell?" Bucky asked confused.

"Tony you bastard you made a bet that we were going to come back a couple, what do you think this is a love story that's written on Tumblr!" You yell.

"What oh come on you have to admit there has been some tension in the tower since you came along (Y/N). Possiably sexual tension.". Tony said sipping on the wine. You have the shadows take Tony's glass, another wine glass and the bottle itself. You turn to Bucky, hand him a glass and start pouring some of the wine.

" Way to go to, we cost Tony fifty bucks" You give Bucky the bottle, pick up your bags and went to your room.

Later that day Steve, Bucky and Sam were sparing. Sam was the first to notice that Bucky seemed to not be there 100%. While taking a break Sam started a conversation, "Dude,you okay?"

"Yeah, Buck you seem to be somewhere else" Steve said rewrapping his knuckles. Bucky sighed and shook his head.

"No"

"What's wrong?" Steve asked sitting in front of Bucky.

"What I am about to say, I don't want to here any jokes about it." Bucky said looking at sam mostly. Sam held up his hands and crossed his heart. "Um...(Y/N) and I are now, and this is how she put it 'fuck buddies'" There was atleasst a moment of silence until Sam started laughing his ass off. Bucky took the advantage that Sam was on his left side, punching him with his metal arm.

"I have never heard that, but isn't that when you guys have sex but no feelings?" Steve asked. Bucky just nodded, looking at Steve. "Shit Buck, even 77 years later you manage to get the girls." Steve chuckled while glaring at him.

"So what's the big deal? What does our little Olaf like (Y/N)." Sam teased. Bucky instantly started shaking his head "Hell no, and I told her that and the way she put was we would have then go back ripping eachothers heads off. It is just, I mean we never had anything like that and I don't how to react."Bucky explained walking over to a punching bag.

"Okay all jokes aside, honestly just don't do anything differently you two clearly stated there would be no feelings. Just act like how you guys use to. " Sam said while patting Bucky on the back. Steve didn't say anything but the look he was giving Bucky, Bucky figured there would be a lecture from Steve.

Once Fury had gone over all the information he called everyone back to have a meeting. &quout; So this kid here is refered to as C-wiz. He is working for someone else, C-Wiz has been sending the information to his bosses computer. We have identified where the computer came from and have already sent some agents to come back with a list of names. Once that comes in we will run it through our system to check for anyone that has eve been in serious trouble." Maria said as she showed a picture of the kid that Bucky was talking to.

&qut;who was the one talking to the kid?" Fury asks you.

"Bucky was."

" Depending on who it is we might be sending you two back over there to catch this guy, if anyone else wants to join them they are welcome to." You looked around and no one was agreeing to, trying to give Tony the best puppy eyes you could, which only made him chuckle.

"It is settled then (Y/N), Bucky you have a couple of days to rest and then you are going back out." Fury said. "Great more music from the 40's." You groan. Fury then went on the explain other peoples missions. When you were all dismissed, Maria held you back.

"Can we talk real quick?" She asked and you nodded while helping get organized again. "So you know how you use the Walkie Talkie thing Tony made? He forgot to tell you it records whatever is being said." You didn't think it was a big deal until you remembered the little prank you pulled on Bucky. Your face went from (s/C) to red when you looked at Maria. "Did James hurt you in anyway?" She questions which quickly you shook your head "You would tell me if he did though, right?" she pulled you into a hug while saying this. You always say Maria as someone between a mother and a friend. She was there for you when you were ranting about the Avengers when you first arrived and she would give you hell if you ever disobeyed orders. "Maria, I'm fine, No he didn't hurt me at all just bickering like always." You said, "Fury didn't-" "I am the only one who listened to the whole thing. I deleted it the second I realized there were no important information." You let out a sign of relief, the last thing you need was Fury asking about your sex life. When Maria said that was all you hugged her and left to go hide away in your room completely mortified.

That night everyone went Shawarma, Steve sat between you and Bucky which didn't bother you but Bucky seemed annoyed by it. Clint was on your left and Natasha was across the table. Everyone was having there own conversations. Your phone started ringing, which was on the table. As part of a way to stay social(manly because Steve was sick of everyone being on their phone durning meals). You glanced at your phone, not paying attention. "Hello?" You answer and when the voice replied you turn pale and ran out Shawarma almost tripping on a chair.

"What do you want?" You ask Ray trying to have an attitude.

"Oh your so tough when you're living in another town, but yesterday you looked scaried shitless." Ray said.

"Look what do you want?"

"You. Was mighty kind of your friend to text me your number. Now, you are going to come back to me. And this time you are not getting away." Ray said.

You hang up, scaried that he wouuld say something worse.knowing. It was hard enough to get away and now he has your number. You clear your head before you went back inside.

"You okay, (Y/N)?" Steve asked. Before anyone knew what was going on, the shadows picked up Bucky and threw him through the window. Stepping over the broken glass you pulled out your real knives. Bucky jumped up and put his hands in front trying to get some distance.

"Bucky when did you give Ray my number?"

" While you were in th-" He couldn't continue talking because you ran at him and started fighting.

"Why the fuck would you give my fucking number to Ray." You screamed, right now you wouldn't mind killing Bucky. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to run away the first two time? Now that I had finally gotten him off my back you waltz in and give him my number." You yell taking more strikes.

" What the hell are you talking about? You-" You cut Bucky off by kicked him in the stomach. You were not sure what your next move was going to be when Tony wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up.

"Calm down, I'm sure what ever Jack Frost did wasn't that bad." Tony said while you struggled against his arms. Bruce had to stand infront of you, grabbed your face and made you look at him. You could see the green in his eyes and knew he was basically saying that you attack Bucky one more time the other guy was coming out. You didn't even realize you were breathing hard. You turned to leave.

"(Y/N), where are you going?" Clint yelled to you.

You being the person you are, felt that the best way to tell the team to leave you alone, and not follow you was to flip them off. Bucky was standing up with his hands on his knees. "You know for a girl she kicks really hard." Bucky said standing up.

"Tell me about, first time she came into the lab she thought I was going to hurt her and she nailed me in the balls." Tony said.

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