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iwillbeinmynest · 4 years

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Rats - Bucky x Enhanced!Reader (f)

Authors notes: Since I got more votes for this to be a one-shot, here goes nothing. I hope y'all like this as I’ve been in a bit of a block recently. Not sure if I’m all the way out of it yet but, hey, at least I finished something.

Word Count: 5.6K

Notes/Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, past trauma, death, mentions of blood and violence, use of guns, stress and extreme pressure, some fluff that may or may not make up for the rest and a hidden trope if you look hard enough.

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“I don’t like this, Buck.” You said from the corner of the tiny, damp, room. “I don’t like this.”

Your anxiety was about to pique. You rocked on the floor with your knees pulled tight to your chest.

Bucky sighed as he finally walked away from the iron cell door. “Yeah,” When he got a good look at you, at just how much you were unravelling, he crouched down beside you. He reached his hands out but didn’t touch you, unsure if that would help or make it worse. “Hey, Y/N, hey. It’s- it’s gonna be fine.”

Before you had time to process the thought, you crawled into his arms, trying the whole time not to sob out loud. There was no stopping the tears but you could at least stop yourself from wailing. “I can’t be back here. They’ll make me do it again.”

Bucky squeezed you and wrapped himself around you. “I need you to do something for me. It’s important.”

You looked up at him.

“Close your eyes.”

You did.

“Take five slow breaths. In for five, out for five.”

In. Out.

“Good,” He could hear you struggling to stick to the five second breaths. He could hear you wanting to hyperventilate. “You’re doing great.”

In. Out.

He rubbed you back. “Better?”

Your face was tingling. “I guess. But, Bucky, you don’t understand. These people-”

“Shh. We can talk about that later. I just need you to keep breathing.”

So you did. You breathed in through your nose and out through your mouth. You repeated until you no longer wanted to puke. Until feeling came back to your fingers and the tears had stopped.

It wasn’t your fault. Just one of those unpredicted moments where you did your best but it wasn’t enough. You got cornered by a small group and isolated from the team. There were too many for you to take out on your own so Bucky came to assist. They tranquilized both of you. But knowing that didn’t alleviate any of the crushing guilt.

The mission was complicated. Everyone knew that going in.

Steve asked if you wanted to stay back, be the eyes from the compound, but you told him you’d rather be with the team. Steve was one of the few that knew a little about where you came from, He’d read your file, well, the parts that weren’t blacked out. Coming back to Brazil was going to be hard but you had been away for so long you thought you’d be able to handle it.

You were technically twenty-two when they took you. Hydra locked you in a dark, cold, damp cell and experimented on you for years. They wanted you because of what you could do. Part of your mutation slowed down your body’s ability to age. So, while you were 22 you looked like you were only a child.

They tested, took samples of skin, blood, hair, even bone marrow, anything to try and replicate what you were.

And, now, you were back. In this hole of a room, with nothing but the smell of rot and Bucky to ground you.

You looked nearly thirty, now, but your true age topped both Bucky and Steve combined. And you were getting tired. Hydra had been around long before Bucky and Steve had been born and you were tired of seeing them spring up like weeds all over the world. You were tired of running from them.

“He’ll kill me this time. He won’t let me leave.” Your voice came out flat and void of the panic you’d felt only minutes ago.

“Who is he? I need to know what it is you think he’ll make you do again.” Bucky was back to needing the facts, like the soldier he knew how to be.

You nodded. He needed to know for more than one reason. “I can do more than you think. Fury asked me to keep it secret. He kept it out of my files. Wiped it from my documentation so that it’s only me and him who knows.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened and he took a slow breath through his nose but he let you finish.

“I don’t even know how to explain it….” You dropped your head to your arms which were folded on your knees. You still hadn’t moved from the nearly fetal position you’d slumped into during your panic attack. You were still on the floor but Bucky had moved from being wrapped around you to sitting in front of you, meeting your eyes.

“I guess,” You started again. “I guess the simplest way to say it is that I can…” You wanted to make Bucky swear to never tell anyone but what was the point, you were dead anyway. “I can take life from...people, animals, plants….until they have no more left for me to take.”

Bucky’s brows pulled together as he processed and tried to imagine what that looked like.

A rat squeaked as it tried to run from the cell doors to a hole in the wall beside you.

You extended a hand and the rat could no longer move. It’s eyes darted around and it’s little fingers twitched. Then, it began to vibrate.

On a creature this small, it didn’t take much concentration and so you studied Bucky as he watched, in horrible fascination, as the rat shriveled and faded to just skin and bones. It’s fur, which was once brown and black was now a decomposed grey. It’s tail was like thread and it’s eyes evaporated.

He turned to you and you saw his mind working. He wanted to ask questions but he kept quiet for a few minutes. He sat back and ran his hands over his face.

“So you can…” He snapped his fingers, “Just like that and it’s gone?”

You swallowed, “It was just a rat, Buck.”

He looked back at the shriveled remains. “Just a rat…” His voice was distant and soft. Then he inhaled and looked at you. “Where does that life go?”

You shrugged your shoulders but you knew the answer. “In me, I guess.”

Bucky sat there on the floor, against the wall now, and just looked at you. “They made you kill for them.”

You nodded. “The second I take a life, they rush me into a lab for testing. Part of their quest for eternal life, I suppose. They want the energy I take but they never could figure out a way to get it. ”

“Is there a way to get it?” He asked.

You looked at him with a fear in your eyes that you knew you couldn’t hide.

And it was then that he knew, there was. He nodded.

Three guards came to the door. One of them pointed a gun at you, one opened the cell and the last one stepped in the door frame.

Bucky jerked up and stood in front of you. You stood behind him but flush against the wall. As scared as you were, there was no way you’d let them see that so, you glared at them.

“Both of you.” He stepped back out of the doorway. “Come with us, please.” He gestured out into the hall.

Neither of you moved for a moment then, the second guard raised his weapon at Bucky.

“I said please to be nice but, you don’t get a choice.” The man said with a roll of his eyes.

Bucky turned to you and nodded.

You stepped forward and he placed a hand at your lower back. He patted it twice before he followed you closely.

The two of you were led down the hall and you began to have flashes of memories you’d thought you’d repressed. After one or two turns, you knew where you were being taken. Your pace stuttered and Bucky had to steady you and push you forward to keep the guards from noticing.

“Easy,” He whispered in your ear. “This ain’t nothin’ we can’t handle.”

He patted your back again then let go before the guard to his right could intervene.

They lead you through the final set of double doors and, even though you knew it was coming, your stomach lurched as you entered the empty, circular, room.

You grabbed your stomach and you felt Bucky wrap an arm around you to keep you upright.

The white tiled floor was stained pink from blood that was only half cleaned up. There was a smell to the room. It was a mix of ‘clean hospital’ and ‘sewer’, like something was rotting and whoever was supposed to clean just tossed bleach in that general direction.

There were grates in the floor in five places. One in the dead center and the other four spread out near the walls.

You looked down when your foot hit something, a tooth rolled a few inches before stopping over a missed patch of blood. You were so hyper fixated on it that you could see the cavity that had formed in the roots.

You rushed to the nearest grating and vomited.

Bucky was at your back again and you wondered at what point would he finally see you for the monster you are and leave. You wouldn’t blame him whenever that time does come.

“Why are we here?” Bucky asked, clearly furious.

You wiped your mouth and looked up to see...Him.

The white lab coat, the gold wire glasses and the scar that runs up his face starting at his neck and went all the way to the center of his forehead.

He smiled at you. You wanted to kill him then and there, just get it over with and let the guards take you out but you wouldn’t risk getting Bucky killed.

“Hello, child.” He was so old, now. He was in a wheelchair and being pushed around by a woman who was clearly as trapped as you were. His skin was wrinkled and he had liver spots all over. His hair was nearly gone save for a few strands that he combed over his pale scalp.

“You look like death, old man.” You managed to get out. “You should invest in an anti-aging cream.” You began to chuckle, not exactly the time to laugh but you couldn’t help it given the irony, “I hear Aveeno has some wonderful products.”

The man tilted his head and grinned back. It made your smile vanish.

“Don’t worry. I have everything I need now.”

“Dr. Wasikov,” A guard took his attention. “We’re ready.”

You took Bucky’s hand, stepping close and infront to protect him.

The guard waited for Wasikov’s nod then opened the door. In fell a frightened man. He was no older than forty but looked as helpless as a child.

“Whenever you’re ready, child.” The doctor said, “I doubt you’ve forgotten how this all works.”

You looked over your shoulder to see three guns pointed at Bucky.

“It’s this man or your friend.” He threatened. “You choose. I’ll see you in the lab.” He waved a hand and he was escorted out.

Your heart rate quickened. You didn’t know what other options you had. Both you and Bucky were surrounded and out gunned.

“I don’t have much time to choose, do I?” You asked shakely to a guard. He simply shook his head and regripped his rifle.

Bucky stepped close again. “You don’t have to do this. We can take them.”

You shook your head. “No, we can’t.” You backed away from him much to his dismay. He almost looked betrayed. Maybe he was realizing how horrendous you were. Maybe he was disgusted that you’d given up so quickly. Either way, you had a job to do.

You walked over to the man and took a shaky breath. No sense in dragging it out.

You couldn’t look him in the eyes and you did your best to ignore his plea for mercy.

“I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

He begged louder and a tear ran down your face. You extended your hand and took his life.

You hated how good it made you feel. How his life made you feel refreshed and rested. How you could feel your skin glow and your hair grow half an inch. You hated that you liked feeling this way. Like some alien vampire. A monster.

The corpse collapsed into a heap and you hung your head in shame. You fought back the sob and grimaced in disgust at yourself.

There was no way you’d look back at Bucky.

You didn’t know how many guards escorted you out of the room and towards the labs. Although, two of them had grabbed you by the arms and practically dragged you. But no matter how much they shoved you or poked you with the barrel of their rifles, nothing hurt as bad as not hearing Bucky call for you or ask where you were being taken.

Your time in the labs went by quicker than you remembered. They took blood, scraped off samples of skin and watched as it healed up in seconds. They did a CAT scan and an X-Ray, too. Then, you were sent to a new room.

Bucky was already there. He was sitting on the queen sized bed with his head in his hands. He jumped up when the door opened and you couldn’t read the look on his face when it was you who walked in. He didn’t say anything for a while.

You didn’t blame him.

You took your shoes and belt off then crawled under the covers turning your back to him.

“Why are we in here?” He finally asked quietly.

It was a fair question. This room resembled that of a four star hotel. A stark contrast to where you’d been only hours ago.

“Wasikov, works on a reward system. I do what he wants, he treats me nicer.” You didn’t turn to face him.

You felt the bed dip as Bucky sat down again. “I’m sorry.” He spoke softly.

That wasn’t right.

“What?” You rolled over under the plush comforter.

“I’m sorry this is happening to you.” He clarified. “I hate seeing you like that.”

Well, that made sense.

“I hate seeing you so...” He turned to you and you almost started crying in fear of what he was about to call you. But what he said next surprised you. “You’re usually so strong but this place, I know what it feels like to just walk into a building or see someone’s face and then suddenly feel weak and defenseless. I wish I could fix it for you.”

You realized that he genuinely felt responsible and you sat up. “None of this is your fault.” It hadn’t even occurred to you that he might understand what you were going through.

“Maybe not directly but-”

“No, not at all. This isn’t your fault, Bucky.” You didn’t even know how he could think he was to blame.

“You’d managed to stay away from these guys for nearly three hundred years and then you sign up with us and two years later you’re back here.” He rubbed his face. “I’m just sorry.”

You nodded. “I appreciate that but I don’t want you to apologize for it. I had the option of staying home and I passed on it. I wanted to be with the team.”

He sighed and unlaced his boots. He kicked them to the floor then dropped his head onto a pillow. “So...one bed. This is a bad romance novel if I ever read one.”

The corner of your lips pulled up as you relaxed back, too. “Have you?”

He turned with a confused expression.

“Read one? Are you a five dollar romance reader, Barnes.”

He let out a breathy laugh. “Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my stoic reputation.”

That made you laugh.

There was a comfortable silence for the first time since you’d been here.

“You okay?” He finally asked.

Your eyebrows raised as you tried to figure a way to explain your answer. “Yeah, unfortunately it feels…” You picked at your nails. “Not bad.”

“I was talking about the lab.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. It only hurts for a few seconds.”

Bucky reached over and took your hand in his metal one. “Is it hard to do?”

It wasn’t hard to figure out he wasn’t talking about regeneration. “Sometimes, It depends on if I absorb the energy or not.”

He turned his head to you. “You have that option? Where does it go if you don’t?”

“I don’t know exactly but the best way I can describe it is kinda like a stomach. I can hold so much until I get full.”

Bucky suddenly tensed, realizing something.

You looked over and he pointed to his ear and then to the ceiling.

You shook your head. “No, it’s not bugged. He’s only interested in one thing. He doesn’t care what I have to say. I could shout Tony’s bank account number and he wouldn’t care.”

“Why eternal life?” He asked.

“Because people who don’t have it don’t consider the burden it comes with.”

You were both quiet for a moment. Bucky’s thumb rubbed over the back of your hand. You rolled towards him and he did the same.

“How is Wasikov still alive?”

“Some kind of formula to help slow his ageing. That and Cryo.” You hated talking about him, but Bucky wanted answers.

He nodded. “You sure you’re, okay?”

“No,” You shook your head. “But you being here helps.” It was selfish but true.

You and Bucky had been subtly flirting since you came on the team. The two of you had shared a private kiss this past New Year’s but nothing happened after that.

He smirked. “I mean, if you forget about everything outside the room, it’s kinda nice.”

You paused and tried to see if he was lying. “Even after what you saw?”

“You’re gonna have to be specific, sweetheart. I’ve seen a lot of things. I saw Steve get taller, red faced nazis fighting over glowing cubes, alien monsters in Wakanda, I’ve even died and came back, so which is it?”

You wanted to pull your hand away. You shook your head. “I don’t get it.”

He took both of your hands, now, and brought them to his lips. He looked like he wanted to say something but he didn’t know how to articulate it. He began laughing at himself. “Oh man, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.”

You stayed quiet.

“I-” He looked at you. “You’re beautiful.”

You blushed and felt your cheeks grow warm.

“I guess what it comes down to - if you’re okay with it - is that I’m not lettin’ you go like I did back in January.”

“Are you sure?” You asked. “I am a bit older than you and I come with quite the trunk full of baggage.”

“I can handle it.” He smiled.

He leaned over and kissed you carefully. He kissed you over and over until you exhaled a light chuckle. His lips smiled on top of yours.

“What?” He chuckled.

You pulled back a little. “As first dates go, this is one for the books.”

He let his head drop to your neck and you hugged him.

“Yeah, not the smoothest move for me.” He wrapped his arms around you and you settled into him.

“Listen, you should know,” You started after a few minutes. “I’ll do what I have to to protect you, okay. Wasikov has this place locked down. We can’t escape from inside and we’re probably a few stories underground anyway.”

Bucky nodded and kissed your head. He squeezed you a little tighter. “It should be me protecting you but, I guess, we’ll just deal with that if it happens.”

You knew it would and soon, but you decided to let this moment sink in and not ruin it.

Before you knew it, the two of you drifted to sleep.

The next morning you were allowed to sleep in and around noon you were fed lunch. Not long after that you were both brought back to the circle room. Only this time Steve was on his knees.

“Steve-” You moved to run to him But Bucky grabbed your arm, his eyes locked on something else.

You followed his gaze to see Wasikov up in the box.

The box was where he watched when he knew things would get ugly or messy. A safe place that you didn’t know how to get to.

Your stomach sank as you also noticed all the guns pointed at you, Bucky, Steve and the two other captives. There were at least twenty guards this time. It was never like this.

You looked to Steve. You were going to ask why or how or anything that would get him to tell you what he was doing here but he answered before you could speak.

“Sorry, I had to try. Guess I’m just never gonna measure up.” He nodded at you. A guard hit him in the jaw with the stock of his rifle and Steve hissed at the pain.

That was a code and both you and Bucky knew it.

A few months ago you struggled when a mission went south on your watch. The mistake had been yours and it landed Nat in the hospital for three weeks. You’d told him how you didn’t think you could ever measure up and both he and Bucky had been there to reassure you. They told you that when you couldn’t measure up the team would always be there to pick up the slack and help you through it. And from then on when any one struggled someone would say “measure up”. It meant help was there or on the way.

“You gonna pick up the slack?” Bucky asked him from behind you.

Steve nodded.

So, Steve wasn’t alone.

“My child,” Wasikov started in his raspy, dilapidated, voice, “The time has come. I am indeed too old. My formula has reached its end and I need what you have. Take his live and give it to me.”

“I’ve told you, I can’t-”

Wasikov laughed a wheezing laugh. “Don’t try and fool me. Your room was indeed bugged. It always has been.”

Your knees almost gave out but Bucky was there to steady you. “It’s okay the team is here, we can do this.” He whispered in your ear.

“They’ll make me kill him, Bucky, and if I say no they’ll kill you instead. He has me trapped.” Your voice broke at the thought of losing one of them.

“It’s- We can...I’ll think of something. Just give me a minute.”

A guard stepped up and put his gun on the back of Bucky’s head. “Now, Princess.” The man sneered.

Tears filled your eyes. “Okay, okay! Stop, just leave him alone. I’m going.”

You hated it but you walked away from Bucky, forced to trust that the guard wouldn’t kill him if you complied.

You turned on Steve and froze.

“I can’t do this.” You looked to Wasikov. “Please, don’t make me do this.” You begged.

“You said it yourself,” He grinned from the safety of his box. “I work on a reward system. But I also work on a punishment system, too. You broke the rules when you escaped all those years ago. This is your punishment. Choose between your boyfriend and your friend. You have fifteen seconds.” He grinned for the box.

The air rushed out of you and you began to panic. Your fingers tingled again and you struggled to take a full breath. You had to make the call. Do you trust Steve or cave in fear and obey Wasikov?

“What do I do, Steve?”

“Measure up, Y/N.” He looked worried but not scared.

You turned to Bucky, the desperation very clear in your eyes.

He nodded and tried to look as reassuring as he could from twenty feet away. “You feelin’ hungry, Doll? I’m famished.” You got a sick feeling from the look in his eyes. You followed his gaze as his eyes darted from guard to guard. “Just rats, Y/N.”

Your throat tightened as the pressure built.

“Ten seconds, child.” Wasikov’s voice seemed to boom in your ears and the room felt like it was spinning.

“I can’t do it without him!” You shouted as you looked up to the box. “You want eternity? Let me hold his hand!”

Wasikov clenched his jaw but waved his hand in acceptance.

Bucky rushed to you. “I can take it and when I can’t, give it to Steve. Whatever is left, get rid of it.” He whispered as he hugged you and pretended to kiss your cheek.

The tears streamed down your face and your knees threatened to give out again.

“Five.” Wasikov scolded over the intercom.

You were terrified. You doubted yourself. There was no time to think.

“Four.”

“Okay! Just stop!” You sobbed.

Bucky held your hands tight.

“I need my hands, hold my wrists!” You instructed quickly. It was now or never.

Bucky took your wrists and lifted them to stretch out on either side of his shoulders. “You can do this. I love you.”

“One!” Wasikov shouted.

You screamed as you began to take the life from the room. Twenty men at once began to vibrate, their guns dropping to the floor.

It was hard and it hurt. You felt yourself reaching the brink of what you could handle and you screamed again as you tried to both take the energy of the guards and send it to Bucky. You couldn’t think about anything else but the taking and the giving. Take. Give. Take. Give.

The way it felt came rushing like a flood. This much life actually felt heavy like water but in the same manner made you feel weightless. The sound of it flooded your ears so strongly that everything around you was muted.

In your need to focus, time had slowed down but you could tell that you were getting full again.

You opened your eyes to see Steve standing in front of you, now. He held your wrists with wide eyes. He was heaving breaths and struggling to stay standing. You don’t know when they had switched but you could feel that Steve was reaching his max.

You jerked your hands from him and he collapsed.

Finally, you looked up to the box.

Wasikov was pressed to the window watching in awe. He was smiling, laughing even, like a spoiled child on Christmas morning. “Yes! Yes, my child! Take them all!”

You reached a hand out towards him and in his greed he misread the look on your face.

“Yes!” Suddenly the glass he was behind slid open and he was exposed. “Give it to me! Send it to me and I will grant you anything you want!”

A calm covered you. “Anything?”

“Yes, child!” He reached his hands out and leaned over the windowsill. “Anything!”

You caught a glimpse of the woman who had been pushing his wheelchair. She was crying, her make-up running down her face. But her tears were not tears of fear or sadness, but of rage.

“Just ask and you can have it!” He strained and reached out further towards you.

“I want your life.”

Wasikov’s joy vanished but before he had time to pull back, the woman shoved him out the window and he screamed as he fell two stories onto the hard floor.

The sound of his body hitting the tile would have made you vomit were it not for the white hot hatred you felt for this monster.

He struggled to breathe and blood dripped from his mouth and ears. He inhaled to speak-

The swift sound of an arrow took the voice from him as it implailed Wasikov’s throat followed by another to the temple.

You turned to see Clint standing at the double doors with a clenched jaw. He took a quick breath and said, “I figured it was best to let you have the last word.”

Then Nat and Tony, Thor, Sam, Rhodey. One by one they came rushing into the room.

You were relieved to see them but only for a second. You watched them take in the sight of the room, littered with decomposed bodies. Now, they would see you for what you are.

Surprisingly, Thor was the one to step up to you. “You need to take it from them.” He said encouragingly.

It was then that you remembered Bucky and Steve. You cursed out loud and ran to where they lay unconscious on the ground. Tony was knelt by Steve and Nat was checking Bucky’s pulse.

Your hands hovered over Bucky. You didn’t think of how transfering that amount of life would affect them.

You looked at Thor, who towered over you from where you sat on your knees, “I’ve never just let it go before, I don’t know what will happen.” You were scared again.

He gripped your shoulder with a nearly crushing weight. “We have faith in you, Lady Y/N.”

You looked at your friends. Tony winked at you but you could tell he was nervous. Rhodey nodded, so did Sam and Clint.

Nat smirked and added, “You think you can gimme some of it first, I’ve got a few scars I’d love to see vanish.”

You huffed out a grin as a tear fell from your eye.

You turned back to Bucky and Steve and took one of their hands in yours. You let out a shaky breath.

“You got this.” Clint said with confidence and another nod.

You tried to slow your breathing. Again, you were nervous. You had no idea what to expect, but you had to help Steve and Bucky. They probably couldn’t sustain all that energy much longer.

You squeezed their hands and exhaled. You focused all your energy on saving them and expelling all the life you had taken only minutes ago.

The room began to shake. The floor cracked and rumbled.

Then, light. Light coming from you. It radiated from you and stretched outward in a rush. As the life left you and touched your friends they felt the same weightless feeling you did. They felt the calm and the refreshing water that lapped at their core.

It only lasted a few minutes and you could feel Bucky and Steve returning to normal, their bodies no longer under the duress of life that wasn’t theirs.

Soon, it was all gone and when you opened your eyes your jaw fell slack.

The room that was once metal and tile was now completely green and covered with grass and trees, flowers and vines.

Bucky’s hand twitched in yours and your attention snapped to him. His eyes widened when he found you and he sat up quickly and pulled you into a tight hug.

He swore into your neck before pulling back and examining you, “You scared me to death.” He pulled you into another hug and you gladly returned it.

“I’m so sorry!” You said against him.

He pushed back to say something but then noticed the forest around him. “Where are we?”

Tony helped Steve to his feet and said, “Your girlfriend pulled a Persephone and made a garden outta nothin’.”

Thor helped both you and Bucky up and you followed the team as they headed for the way out.

“Wait,” You said and Nat and Sam, who had taken the lead stopped before opening the doors. “What about the other guards, this place is crawling with them.”

Clint looked at Tony, who cleared his throat, and shook his head, “Who wants to tell her?”

Sam stepped up. “Yeah, no. There’s nobody else here anymore.”

You looked at them confused.

Nat shifted her weight and spelled it out for you. “They’re dead, Y/N. You killed them all. We practically walked in here.”

Bucky slipped his arm around you as your chest all but caved in from the shock. That’s why it had taken so long. That’s why you felt as flooded as you did. You hadn’t just taken the room, you’d taken the whole facility.

No, but-

“The nurse.” You muttered.

“What?” Bucky asked.

You turned back to where Wasikov has been shoved from the box and saw her still standing there with tear stained cheeks. When she realized she’d been discovered she bolted.

“I got her.” Rhodey called as his helmet fell back down over his face.

“She’s innocent!” You called. You looked to Bucky, “I can feel it.”

He kissed your forehead and led you to the doors. “I believe you. James will take care of her.”

Tony turned to you and smirked, “So you wanna fill the rest of us in and tell us what the actual-”

“Easy,” Bucky warned.

Tony raised his brows in innocence, “I’m just saying, that was insane!” He jerked a thumb back towards the forest covered room.

The team walked and continued to follow Nat and Sam out at an exhausted pace.

“I mean, I wouldn’t mind knowing what you are.” Sam confessed.

“The explanation is simple,” Thor started. “She is clearly not of this world. Perhaps of a realm I’ve visited.”

Nat scoffed, “She’s a mutant. Easy.” She turned to you and gave you a sharp look. “And there’s nothin’ wrong with that either.”

You managed a smile at her and she winked back.

Bucky pulled you close as the rest of the team threw out their theories on your true origin.

“How ya doin’?” He kissed your temple.

You nodded and took a deep breath. “I’m...good. I think I’m really going to be okay. This place is destroyed, Wasikov is dead and I’m finally secret free with the people I care about most.”

Bucky smirked and nodded, too. “Good. Now what do you say to takin’ some time off so I can take my best girl out for a real date sometime.”

You looked at him and a tear filled your eye. “I’d really like that, Bucky.”

Buck stopped right there in the middle of the hallway, you could see the door that would lead out of the building just ahead, and he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let yourself relax into him.

Eventually, you heard some hoots and hollers from the team and you both broke away embarrassed and grinning.

“Shut up!” Bucky shouted at them as he pulled you along. He turned back to you with a smile. “Let’s go home.”

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