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For anon -- I think I wrote this after the first episode of Before the Storm came out? It’s unfinished, largely unrevised, and doesn’t quite fit on my Ao3 library, but here’s a tiny harriscott drabble, featuring: stupidly taking up close pictures of forest fires, unapologetically dra,rry-inspired banter, a hipster wearing a wool sweater during a west coast spring and a fifteen (I think?) year old who owns a car.

He smells the fire before he feels it in the air, hears the crackle of branches giving way to embers, charcoal crumbling to soot. Evan rolls his eyes first, because of course some idiot would light up the forest when he’s trying to take landscape shots, and goes for his phone to dial 911.

Nowadays, satellites and watchtowers can detect wildfires long before the average civilian can detect it, but you can never be too certain. The operator, after asking him all these meaningless questions about whether he’s in danger (if that was the case he would’ve mentioned it first, wouldn’t he?), assures him that firetrucks are on the way. Evan frowns as he flips his phone shut and squints up at the sky, watching specks of black flutter upward, smoke rolling into the hot air.

At a distance, he should be fine.

But Evan Harris is never one to miss a photo opportunity.

He chains his bike to the nearest fence post and takes off running, then a brisk walk when he almost trips down a hill on a branch. No one’s around but he forces a laugh at himself anyway.

Before he even slows to a stop at the hiking path, he’s got his camera out, snapping blindly before he bites down the shivers that bleed their way in as the adrenaline dies down and starts looking at the scene. Flames are licking at the peaks of the trees nearest him. Understandable, and not necessarily an indication that the trunks themselves are at risk of collapsing; dried leaves and branches can catch fire by sunrays alone. He takes a picture of that, then fiddles with his position to try to get everything in the shot at once.

Gravel crunches under his shoes. He’s sweating from more concentration than the heat, which is no worse than standing by an open oven. At some point he tugs off his sweater and weighs his hat down underneath it. When he turns back, his eyes catch something different. A figure approaching the brush.

Evan hurries for a photo, but the person doesn’t stop. They press on over the scratchy patches of weeds and into the dull throb of heat without hesitation, as if they’re on a mission.

His first thought is, I did not spend all my printing credits for some idiot to ignore my safety posters and burn to death.

His second is, Well, fuck.

Evan Harris isn’t one to go out of his way to help the individual. Social movements bring long-lasting change. He can’t save every dying potted plant cluttering up overcrowded classrooms or help every single classmate he sees shoved in a locker.

He looks at this person, thin, hunched over, and…carrying something in their hands.

Shit.

Evan scrambles to loop his camera strap over his neck and starts running. The air is drier near the trees, pulsing with heat, and his hair is whipping about everywhere. He reaches out to grab the person – a kid his age, he realizes, who hasn’t even glanced back to see the madman going after him – and ends up stumbling.

Falling flat on his face.

Getting ash and grass in his mouth.

He groans and pulls his glasses off, clutching at his head.

“What the fuck, man?”

And his efforts are rewarded with the voice of Nathan Prescott.

Evan stands as gracefully as he can, which isn’t saying much, considering his hair is a mess and his face doesn’t feel much better. Nathan is staggering upward, and…that’s a camera cradled against his chest. He chose to protect it rather than break his fall, which both impresses Evan and makes him feel like a complete tool.

He gestures limply at it. “…I thought you were—”

“The forest is already on fire, dumbass! What, did you think I was holding a fucking spray can to shoot fire or some shit?”

“A self-immolation wasn’t in my schedule today,” Evan says, and it’s not a total lie even if it’s not the whole truth. Nathan gives him a weird look, so he adds, “That means—”

“I know what that fucking means, we take world history together.”

Evan doesn’t flinch at Nathan’s glare, but he does blink, his expression going flat. “…Sorry.”

“…Okay. Fuck.” Nothing about Nathan’s tense shoulders and bitter expression implies that he thinks it’s okay. Still, it’s better than having him yelling. Nathan looks him up and down, unimpressed, but his stare falters at Evan’s chest.

Evan reaches for his buttons, assuming that his shirt has flown open at some point and that is not the message he wants to send to Nathan Prescott in any capacity, especially right now, but he encounters the worst possible outcome instead: his camera, having swung over his shoulder and against his chest, with the LCD shattered, the 44mm lens missing, a part of the handgrip missing, exposing wire and the memory card.

“…You tackled me with a camera around your neck?”

“Maybe,” Evan mutters. He glances about the ground for the lens. The poor thing is in pieces a few feet away. He sighs and makes to grab them, but Nathan’s already halfway there. “Hey—”

“That model camera’s a piece of shit,” Nathan says easily, like Evan didn’t spend weeks researching it and somehow it’s his fault there’s the equivalent of a grand scattered on the floor and dangling limply from his neck. Evan takes the aperture control just as Nathan picks the focusing ring off the ground.

“Well unlike you, I can’t just drop four grand on a camera.”

“Ten grand.”

Evan jolts his head up. Nathan’s not even looking at him. “…Huh?”

Nathan, having gotten everything within his reach, holds it out. “No, genius. You seriously think I’d bring shit that costs that much to school with all those idiots?”

They stand. Evan looks at the dirt on his broken camera pieces and grimaces. “I don’t know, that’s why I asked.” He doesn’t mention that he’s pretty sure Nathan’s richer than Victoria, who wore a Louis Vuitton blouse today like it’s a thing regular people do, so he’s got a feeling that that’s something Nathan would do if there weren’t people like Drew North messing with him whenever he’s not with his friends.

“Whatever. Here,” and he hands over a handkerchief. Evan blinks down at it – embroidered with Nathan’s last name, of course, and lined with stains where Nathan has just wiped his own hands – and gingerly takes it to clean off his camera parts. Nathan makes for the hiking trail, and Evan falters, spinning sluggishly as to not damage his camera further.

“Hey, wait—”

“Do you want a ride back to campus or do you wanna burn to death?”

Evan blinks. “What?”

Nathan stares at him as if he’s being purposefully thick. “Look, if you’re saying this shit—” he points up, where Evan imagines flames are starting to billow up, “—is a big deal, it’d be really fucked up for me to make you, like, walk all he way back or whatever.”

“I actually biked here,” Evan says, but at Nathan unimpressed look he adds, “Uh, just…let me get my stuff?”

“What-fuckin’-ever.”

It occurs to him that Nathan Prescott perhaps thinks that Evan’s goal was to save his life. Which is not entirely false, but it seems unwise to point out that he thinks Nathan was planning on setting off a fire bomb or something.

…Truthfully, he’s not even sure if a firebomb the size of a camera exists.

Perhaps Nathan feels bad for him because his camera is busted. Luckily Evan’s family isn’t in want of money – his parents made him get this camera insured, but he’s not sure if tackling a guy in the woods falls under the policy – but it’s the thought that counts. And the ride. Nathan’s Buick isn’t the most ostentatious car Evan has seen on campus, but Nathan seems to keep it clean like everything else he owned.

“Why are you wearing that huge-ass sweater?” Nathan’s got his nose scrunched up. “It’s the middle of May.”

“I get cold,” Evan says, which is a better answer than for the aesthetic. He carefully arranges his hair under his hat and puts it on, then folds his sweater against his chest to carry.

“Nice hat, dweeb.”

Evan laughs, despite himself. “Did you seriously call me a dweeb? In this, the year 2010?”

“Oh, my bad. Nice hat, loser.”

“It is a nice hat,” Evan says. Nathan tosses him an annoyed glare, and he grins.

Nathan predictably complains on the way up the hill to his bike. Evan holds the waist-high barbed wire down with his sneaker for him to pass, but Nathan crosses his arms and looks at him expectantly. Evan steps over, places his sweater and camera in his backpack, then grabs his bike and carries it down until they’re back on the trail.

“What are you doing chasing wildfires anyhow?” Nathan asks. His oxfords keep kicking up dry dirt.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed the posters I’ve been putting up.”

“Yeah, I have, but you vegan-ass hippies always got some shit to complain about.”

“…Okay, first of all, I’m a non-ovo-lacto pescetarian—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

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readerwinterbarnes · 7 years

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Motionless - 19/21

Bucky x Reader, OC’s, Avengers

Summary: The team need to attend a press conference and it doesn’t go the way they had planned.

Word Count: 3,975

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, team are very protective of the couple, Bucky is pissed

A/N: Bucky’s POV, This is the last hurdle they have to go through I promise!!! It’ll be complete happiness from here on out! Thank you guys for being so patient with me as I try to get these out. Oh and Christine Everhart - the reporter - is a bitch in this part.

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8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days

Y/N and the twins were all fine and healthy. There wasn’t much time left until we welcomed them into the new world. After attending her ultrasound, watching them kick and move around I couldn’t help but be excited to meet both of them. Y/N, on the other hand, wanted to meet them long before that…..way longer than that.

“Fuck you Bucky and your super soldier serum! Who gave you the right to make your swimmers so fucking fast?! I hate you for what you did to my body!” Y/N was currently laying on a couch in the common room, trying to threaten me with her insults. As Natasha tried to calm the twins, who were kicking up a storm for the past twenty-four hours, which in result, prevented her from sleeping at all. I could handle threats, bombs, whatever you threw at me...but I was scared shitless when Y/N gave me a killer look. So I stood off to the side and let Nat do her thing.

“Dude, it looks like you’re about to run for your life.” Clint's hand slapped my back, as he and Steve looked into the room.

“That seems like a really good idea right now,” I said quietly, not wanting to give her any more power than she already had.

“Don’t worry, before you know it she’ll deflate and you’ll be graced with two screaming kids.” As soon as Clint started talking, I knew we were dead men. Even Steve stopped breathing.

“Clint! I swear on Natasha’s best set of knives, I will take all your arrows and shove them up your ass and fire you off the building!” Clint paled and frantically climbed into the nearest vent and fled for his life.

“Bucky, you need to get in here.” The moment turned serious when Nat spoke up. I walked in to see Nat comforting a crying Y/N, I rushed over to take her place.

“I’ll take care of Clint, she just needs you for a bit and then she needs to sleep.” I nodded in thanks before Nat left with Steve. I cradled Y/N’s head against me, holding her close to me as I ran my metal hand along her stomach. Smiling when I felt them kick back in response, before slowly dying down. She let out a huge sigh of relief when they did, completely slumping against my chest.

“Thank god, please just stay like this for a while longer babies. Momma’s excited to see you, but momma also needs sleep.” Y/N talked to them as her hand joined mine, her body relaxing. We laid there quietly and contently, with no rush to go anywhere. We both had therapy sessions earlier this morning, I had a few more tests with Tony and Bruce. We weren’t completely healed yet, at least mentally, from the events that took place in the past, but we were much better now than before.

Fury made sure the team steered clear from any big mission that took place out of the country. One’s out of state were fine, but it would have to be in, out and quick. He didn’t want to have to go through all of this again, having members of the team taken without knowledge and taken who knows where. So only small missions were done.

“You going to be okay doll?” I asked quietly, not wanting to shatter the comforting silence.

“Just tired, excited to meet them, eagerly waiting for them to pop out so I can walk again. Sure it’s nice to be carried, wheeled around and pampered, but…”

“You want your independence back. Do things on your own without having to rely on others.” I answered for her, knowing full well what that feeling was like. Her sigh agreed with me.

“Yeah, I love all you guys, but I want to be able to do things on my own again. To run, walk, swim, oh fuck how I really want to swim again. Things that just don’t involve a wheelchair.” I kiss her temple, thumb running small circles on her stomach.

“You will don’t worry. Once these little guys come out, then Tony and Helen will be able to put the device back into place and you’ll be able to walk again. Just a few more weeks doll.” Y/N leaned further against me, humming happily.

“Yeah, can’t believe we’ll be a family soon.” I smiled down at Y/N, her eyes slipped closed as sleep finally took over. Her body heavy with sleep, which was understandable considering she’s been up for a little over twenty-four hours.

A small noise caught my attention, I looked up to see Steve leaning up against the wall watching the two of us, a small smile on his face.

“She okay?” He whispered, not wanting to wake her up.

“Yeah, yeah, I think she’ll be okay. I know we’ll be okay.” We shared a smile before Steve left and I joined Y/N in a well-deserved nap.

“So, I got news and you might not like it.” The group looked up to see Tony standing in the doorway, fidgeting, but still composed.

“What news, Tony?” Asked Steve, who was already on alert, not too excited about what the news might be.

“Fury needs us to attend a press conference, all of us, to talk about what’s happened over the past year. And no,” Tony held up his hand, preventing from anyone to interrupt him, “we have no choice. Reporters have been breathing down Fury’s and my necks and sooner or later, they’ll become more demanding.”

The group looked around at each other with worried looks, slowly they each looked at Y/N who was sitting beside Bucky. I watched as she processed the information. I knew we’d be asked the most questions, what the questions would be, I had a slight inclination, but wasn’t completely sure. Either way, I knew it wasn’t going to be good and that they were going to be very personal and they were going to try everything they could to get the information they wanted. I honestly don’t think we’re ready to do this, but three days have passed already and it’s getting closer to her due date. This press conference could be a huge stressor for her and could cause her to go into early labor, something I didn’t want to risk.

“When do we have to do it?” Y/N spoke up, breaking off the silence. Everyone focused on her, slightly surprised that she was interested in going through with this.

“Do you think that’s a good idea, Y/N. Your due date is very close, that environment could be harmful to both you and the twins.” She turned towards Steve who looked concerned.

“I know the risks, but honestly, the longer we wait to do this the worse it actually is going to be. Sooner or later we’re not going to be able to head out of the tower without being bombarded with reporters and cameras.” Out of instinct, I saw her hands covered her stomach protectively. I squeezed her knee in comfort.

“She’s right Steve, they’re already an issue as it is.” Natasha agreed, Clint nodding in agreement.

“Alright, we’ll do it. But we need to make sure security is tight. I don’t want anything to happen to Bucky or Y/N. We just got them back, so their safety is our top priority. If any of you feel something off, the conference is over.” Steve said sternly, everyone nodded in understanding. I noticed Tony get off his phone, slipping it into his back pocket.

“Pepper’s setting it up. The earliest we can do it is tomorrow, she knows about the security, so does FRIDAY. I’ll also have some suits on standby if need be. But Pepper did ask us not to carry weapons, she thinks it would be best that we didn’t so it would be more convincing that there isn’t an issue. And that wouldn’t spark any more questions.” Tony raised his hand, stopping Steve when he opened his mouth to protest.

“However, she never mentioned concealed weapons weren’t allowed. Knowing Romanoff and Barton, there’ll definitely be knives hidden somewhere. So, if you can successfully hide a weapon on your person, I’m all for it. But under no circumstances are we supposed to use weapons unless we absolutely have to. The PR on that will be a whole completely different mess.” Tony stood by the doorway with arms crossed, waiting to see if anyone was against this whole idea. Sure, we were hesitant to actually go through with it, but I knew we had to. I’m not a fan of crowds and I’d rather not have to walk right into one when I go outside.

“Let’s do it, I’d rather not have Y/N have to go through this, but it’ll be better if we just get this over with so we can move past all this.” Y/N grabbed my hand that rested on her knee, squeezing it tightly in agreement. I looked at everyone separately, so we were all on the same page, when we were Tony informed Pepper, Fury and a few others that we were all in agreement with the conference tomorrow.

I just wish it was tomorrow so we could get it over with.

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Last night was rough, Y/N tried her best to sleep but she was restless, obviously worried for today. Everyone else was the same, on edge and hyper aware of their surroundings. I dressed in black jeans, white shirt, and blue jacket. I helped Y/N into a nice royal blue summer dress with white flowers, though it did take us five dress changes to find one she actually liked. Not that I minded, she looked great in all of them, probably a little too good.

We were all situated in the tinted window, armored SUV’s. Steve, Sam, Natasha, Y/N and I in one. Bruce, Clint, Vision, and Wanda in the other. Tony was already there with Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey wanting to make sure everything was ready for when we got there. Sam looked back in the rearview mirror as Y/N started talking under her breath.

“Okay, spawn of the man I’m so deeply in love with, please behave today. Momma’s gotta do something important with daddy and our friends. So please no kicking, especially on my bladder and for the love of sparkles, don’t come early.” Sam looked towards me with a raised eyebrow, silently asking me if this was a good idea. I gave him a short nod, letting him know she’s okay, but that this was still something to stay alerted on.

Y/N groaned out in frustration as the twins began to kick. Eyes towards the roof of the car, she tried to hold herself together, but the tears forming in her eyes told me differently. Both Steve and Natasha looked at me in confusion when I unbuckled my seatbelt and practically crouched on the floor of the moving vehicle in front of Y/N. I placed my hands on both sides of her stomach, running soothing circles in attempts to calm them. I trail kisses over the spots where I noticed them kicking.

“Hey now, moi angely (my angels), it’s papa,” I smile against the spot where one kicked, I place my black metal hand beside it feeling their heartbeat, “yeah, yeah it’s papa. But now you have to listen to momma, Ty delayesh' yeye grustnoy (you’re making her sad).” Their heartbeats began to grow steady and calm as they both calmed down. “I love you both moi angely.”

I looked up to see a watery eyed Y/N staring down at me with a smile. “And I love your momma.” I leaned up and pulled her in for a soft kiss before backing away to wipe away her tears.

“I love you too you big oaf, now get back into your seat. I’d prefer if their papa was in his seat belt.” She said sternly, but with an obvious twinkle in her eye, as she brushed the hair out of my face.

“Yes momma,” I placed one last kiss on her plump lips and one on her stomach before I sat back in my seat and buckled.

“Not gonna lie, that was pretty cute, but I feel like I need to go to the dentist. I think I just got cavities.” Sam teased from the driver's seat.

“Shut up Birdbrain, focus on the road.”

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Pepper and Tony were standing at the podium answering most of the questions, Happy and Rhodey stood off to the side, the rest of us were standing off to the sides. I was standing very close to Y/N who was sitting in the wheelchair we brought with us, out of habit, her hands were situated over her stomach. Trying to at least protect them somewhat, but also hoping that they did, in fact, listen to me in the car.

“You in the pinstriped suit.” Tony pointed to a lady in the back.

“Is it true that the Winter Soldier volunteered to turn himself in, in order to become more enhanced? Does he have a hidden agenda?”

“First of all, his name is James Barnes and yes, he turned himself in, in order to save Agent Y/L/N. And no, he does not have a hidden agenda.” Tony answered her question professionally.

“What about his enhancement? Sources say he no longer has the vibranium arm, but a more upgraded one.” A man a few seats away from the lady stood up. Tony glanced at me from the corner of his eye, I gave him a small nod.

“Yes, he did get an upgrade on his arm. One that is wicked cool if I might add.” Purposefully avoiding the first part of the question, which I was grateful for. The arm was enough to deal with as it was, the revamped super serum was a story I didn’t want to talk about.

“Mr. Stark?” Every one of us could see Tony’s back stiffen and Pepper glare daggers at the female reporter.

“Ah Everhart, I was wondering when you were going to speak up.”

“Only for you, Mr. Stark.” Pepper looked as if she wanted to strangle the woman, Happy and Rhodey seemed as if they wanted to join. “You seem to be avoiding the question we’ve been asking.”

“And what would that be, Everhart?” Tony said stiffly.

“We all know about the arm, but a man, super soldier or not would have died from that operation. So tell us, with this new serum doesn’t that make him more of a threat to you and the rest of the team? Especially to Agent Y/L/N and her twins, surely their lives are in the most danger.”

“Is it true that Agent Y/N was forced to have sex with Albern Schmidt?” A male reporter stood up. Followed by others asking several other questions, Everhart smiled at the scene. She was getting what she wanted, a reaction from the reporters, but also from the rest of us as we were all on edge.

“Are the twins late Albern’s?”

“Is it true the Winter Soldier was going to be the trainer for future Hydra Soldiers?”

“How does it feel to become the parents of future Hydra killers?” We noticed Y/N flinched at the question, but it got even worse as the questions kept coming. Aiming for just the two of us.

“Are the twins going to be locked away because of their parent's violent history?”

“Are you sure it’s a smart choice for the Winter Soldier to be close to the twins? Surely he’d kill them due to his dark record.”

“Is it true that Agent Y/N was going to be the ‘Baby Maker’ to the next generation of Hydra Super Soldiers and the Winter Soldier would go back to being the attack dog on a leash?”

I had enough of this, I don’t care if they attacked me with their words, but they attacked Y/N and my kids. Sending her into hysterics, she was hiding it well, but she was on the verge of cracking. They wanted answers? I’ll give them answers, my public appearance be damned.

“Enough!” I roared above the crowd, the team jumped slightly from my outburst, the reporters all drew quiet as I made my way up to the podium. Tony and Pepper moving aside, knowing very well not to get in my way. Tony smirking faintly, excited to see how this was going to go.

“You want answers? I’ll give you fucking answers you pieces of shit,” a dead silence crowded the room, though Everhart still seemed to be smiling. I was going to enjoy every second of this.

“Yeah, I got pumped with a new serum, got upgraded with a highly advanced arm. One that can snap your necks like a twig, slowly choke you death as I feel the life leave your body. Yes, I turned myself into that sick son of a bitch. Yes, he wanted to make a new generation of super soldiers, starting with. My. Kids.

Talk crap about me all ya want, but you just attacked my fiance and my kids, that was your first mistake. Your second mistake was you making up assumptions about our history and what we went through. Y/N was cut apart, tortured, and held against her will for months. I know you all had your hands on what Hydra did to me. Imagine being ripped apart so slowly that it feels like a fire burning your flesh, with electricity shooting throughout your body as knives are repeatedly inserted through every inch of skin. None of you would’ve survived what we’ve been through, what Y/N went through. Who was two months pregnant throughout the whole thing. So take your questions and shove them up your asses.” I turned away but noticed that Everhart was still smirking vaguely. Time to end this shit.

“Oh and Everhart,” the whole crowd looked at her, Tony glanced towards me quizzically, “Wanna know what my permanent programming was? No? Well, I’ll tell ya anyways.” I lean into the podium, both hands very visibly gripping the top, tight enough for the marble to start cracking.

“Zola, along with Albern made sure my programming would protect the thing they valued the most. With Albern, that was with Y/N and the twins. My soul purpose was to make sure their lives weren’t threatened so he could finish his work. I had a long, long talk with Tony Stark about this and,” I laughed lowly in my throat, staring at Everhart with dark eyes that even some of the reporters sat frozen with fear, “I decided not to have that part of the programming removed.”

“Threaten Y/N and my kids again, there won’t be a single place on Earth where I won’t find you and make sure that you’re the headliner on the front morning paper.” The marble podium cracked loudly as a piece of it was ripped off with my left hand, parts of it crumbling into dust as my hand squeezed. Now it was my turn to smirk at her as her face paled with absolute fear. “Just because I no longer have the Hydra program, doesn’t mean that I’m no longer the Winter Soldier. I’m the deadliest assassin out there, Everhart, be careful who you snark at next time. This conference is over.” I stand up straight and head off the stage, Natasha wheeling Y/N beside me. Steve standing to my left, the others following behind us. Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey stayed behind to take care of the crowd, who some I was pretty sure they were pissing their pants. When we were lead to our cars, Clint and Sam were laughing their heads off.

“Oh man, did you see the look on her face? That was the best thing I’ve seen all day!” Clint was bending over at the waist as he laughed, Sam laughing along with him, the others smirking with glee. Me, on the other hand, was fighting an inner battle as the last few minutes replayed in my mind. I just threatened a huge group of people, one person in particular, that I’d kill them. I couldn’t breathe, my head was a mess and now with the serum, I had too much pent up energy with no outlet.

“Bucky?” Steve asked me, now alert of my state. The laughter died down as everyone, including Y/N watched me with concern. “Bucky, are you okay?”

“Don’t touch me, Steve,” I shoved his hand away, not because I was being a jerk, but because if he touched me again it would take me less than a second to snap his arm in half. I really needed to hit something and I needed to do it now.

“Hey man, not cool, no need to lash out.” Sam stood by Steve’s side.

“Nat, bring me closer.”

“Y/N, that doesn’t…”

“Shut the fuck up, Steve. Nat please.” I was breathing heavily, right arm wrapped tightly against my stomach as my left hand tried to claw at my chest, to bring some air in, anything to make the burning pain go away. I noticed Nat bring Y/N closer just enough so I could smell her shampoo.

“Bucky, what do you need? What do you need right now?” She spoke softly to me, not pushing me to answer right away. Shortly after we had a talk about what happened, I told her about this, what the new serum was doing to my body. How the serum began to be too much if I became too overworked.

“I...I need, I need to hit something, break something, anything. I-I can feel it.” Y/N looked at me worriedly, then to Steve and Tony.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Y/N began to curse under her breath, pushing the panic button on the bracelet on her wrist. “Give me your jacket honey, it’ll help a bit at least.” I frantically take off my jacket, welcoming the slight breeze hit my hot skin. It helped, but not much.

“Y/N, what the hell is happening?” She folded my jacket, placing it on her lap as she stared at Steve and the others.

“It’s the serum Albern pumped him up with. He’s still adjusting to it and in the meantime, there are side effects, just like this. It’s supposed to make him cause more damage like he’s feeding off anger?” I nod in confirmation as my knees buckle and I fall to the ground, metal hand digging into the concrete parking spot.

“So right now he’s fighting it, it’s making him overworked, raising his body temperature twice the amount he already had. The only way for him to come back down is if he exerts himself immensely.” A sound like a rocket came shooting by, followed by heavy boots landing on concrete. We turn to see the armored suit Tony made for Y/N’s protection whenever she pressed the panic button on her bracelet come forth.

“James, I need you to listen to me okay? Let FRIDAY take you back to the tower, it’s the fastest way.” Shakily, I nod my head, letting the strong metal arms pick me up and quickly fly me back to the tower. I was so focused on trying not to turn the suit into a smashed tin can, that I hardly even noticed that we were already back and FRIDAY was herding me to the Hulk room. I stumbled into the room and as soon as I heard the door click as it locked, I let everything out.

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