Still you | chapter II
Chapter II: The comeback
Synopsis: Y/n decides to help the Avengers despite their betrayal two years prior and her life makes a big shift once again.
Pairing: Y/n x Bucky Barnes and some Y/n x Sam Wilson
Word count: 5,997
warnings: cussing, some fluff
note: I know I took so long but I had writer's block. then, I got covid and I felt too awful to write. But I'm okay now so this is what I could come up with. Not my greatest stuff. the tag list is open :)
Side note: I would really appreciate hearing from you and your thoughts!
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We managed to lower two floors without raising suspicion or making too much noise. At least, James and I were pretty silent, whispering if needed. But of course, Stark always had to open his damn mouth. He had been talking all the way âpretty loudly tooâ and he just did it again.
âWhereâs the grandpa with the bad luck of having you as a tenant?â The man didnât know the meaning of whispering. Or maybe he did. He just wanted to make my life more complex than it was. I looked frantically behind me, praying he had not seen me sneaking out. At the sight of no one, a breath of relief exploded out of me. But it didnât last long, irritation quickly dampening my already poor mood.
âShut the hell up!â I hissed. My patience with the insufferable man wearing thin.
âOh, relax. If he sees us, weâll knock him out and blame you.â He mocked, a chuckle erupting throughout the hall and following the stairlike a draft of wind. My blood started to boil inside my veins and I felt the heat spread from head to toes. I was afraid to be reaching my tipping point already because this was nothing. Two years out of practice left me hypersensitive to his shit. I wondered how long I would be able to stand the insufferable mortal and regret hit me like a ton of bricks.
âHe is a good man, Stark. We will not knock him out.â I whispered as I pressed myself against the wall. Twisting my head around the corner at the end of the hall, I sneaked a glance at the stairs and the visible space from the top. âWatch your step here. His room is right underneath the stairs. We donât want to wake him up.
I walked forward, pressing my foot in the first step, praying the creak of the old wood would keep quiet today as it did some nights. At least thatâs what I hoped but it wasnât what happened. A groan broke the silence in the room and I knew that if he was awake, he definitely heard it. I waited a couple of seconds, alert to any noise. When nothing came, I advanced four more steps. I focused on the one shadow dancing in the wall and relief swept through me. He wasnât awake.
I turned, thinking the guys were still up. However, I let out a gasp when Buckyâs face came into view, mere inches away from mine. Thanks to the startle, the foot I had dangerously close to the edge slipped.
My heart stopped as I thought about the fall and the inevitable bone-crushing pain that would come after it. The stairs were pretty high and even though they were wood, it was quite sharp. Splinters roamed everywhere. I waited for the pain and the strenuous sound. It was phenomenal, the first time I saw the team in two years and I would meet them in a body bag with a broken neck.
However, it never came.
When I opened my eyes, blue electric eyes stared back at me. Our faces were inches away from each other. A hand wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him to hold me from falling. I was hyper-aware of our breaths clashing against each other, making the most sinful of sounds. Our lips were separated by a small space, too close for my brain to catch up quickly. I noticed how his lips roamed my face, stopping at my lips slightly parted by the surprise. His eyes held a fervent fire and my breath quickened once I felt the inevitable rush of warmth roaring my body.
Coughing slightly, I took a step backward, stepping out of his grasp. I forgot all about the landlord as I scolded myself. The man looked at me and there I was getting flushed like a raging hormonal teenager. I looked at everything but Buckyâs face, why I knew still had his eyes on me except now his jaw was firmly set. I wanted to ask him what was going on inside his head but a hovering shadow at the top of the stairs captured my attention.
âWhat are you still doing up there?'' The man looked utterly confused standing at the top of the stairs surrounded by darkness. I wondered if it had to do with what he just witnessed.
âYou care about that grandpa, donât you?â His expression was one of disbelief. His body wasnât moving as if in shock or trying to process the information he thought was correct. And it was, but he didnât have to know.
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â I said, unaffected.
âOf course you do. You care about the landlord.â
I whirled around as fast as I could with the incident earlier present in my head as a gruff voice filled the room. A short, stubby old man stood at the foot of the stair dressed in a white t-shirt and some basketball shorts. The ends of his hair stood up as if held by a string and maneuvered by a child. His narrowed black eyes stared back at us. His lips pressed in a thin line.
âOf course, she does, kid. Why shouldn't she?â He crossed his arms in front of his chest. I followed the movement of the milk dancing in the glass on his right hand. I felt proud of the English I had taught him and how-- as much as I didn't want this to happen-- useful it would be. I looked back at Stark to find him gaping like a fish. Little croaks came from his throat but no coherent words came from him. It was the first time I had seen Stark speechless. âIâm an incredible landlord if I say so myself.â
He was.
I cursed inwardly. There were things I didn't want everyone to know. To a certain extent, I wasnât ready for the team, for Stark, to find out that I wasnât the monster he expected me to be. I wasnât ready for him to look at me differently. Andrei had the power to change our whole dynamic.
It wasnât that Andrei and I shared anything about life. Or at least I didnât. Andrei liked to talk, to share his life with me, and try to make me talk. He said I was too reserved. I remember that day like it was yesterday.
It had been a warm evening. I could see the sun filtering through the windows. Shining onto the top of the show top and illuminating the cottage-like bakery. The dough in my hands stuck to my skin, lumps of a uniformed cream mass suffocating the fingers. The powdered white dust sat beside me and I felt irritated. I hadnât thought about pouring it on the mixture before I touched it. âI was out of my element hereâ I thought as I reached for the flour.
Andreiâs baker had abruptly called five minutes before work notifying him he couldnât work his shift. His grandmother had fallen down the stairs and fractured her hip, hence his lack of concern for Andrei. He was the only living relative she had so it fell upon him to look after her. One missed shift would turn into dozens. The bakery was small and hidden in a remote part of Romania. The clientèle was not much besides those living in the small town from years ago, or even since they were born.
Everyone in town knew each other. When I arrived I had my doubts about staying in this place because of that same reason. I would be the talk for weeks and I couldnât risk so many people questioning my presence. Except, I was lucky.
One evening, I sat in a small and dark corner of a bar near the outskirts of the town where it was most probable to see an outsider. Two men sat a couple of feet away from me, talking fairly loudly. Out of boredom and desire to know the people I might have been seeing every day, I heard and studied their moments. Taking notes about their behaviors and storing them far into the file I had on humanity. Their voices were cheery as they ate pastries that I was sure to not be from the small bar.
âThis is so good! I canât believe I haven't tasted a pastry this good since I left,â he moaned loudly in reaction to the puff on his hand. The crumbly dessert spilling powdered sugar all over his dark gray pants. âAndrei hasnât lost his touch.â
âWho is this Andrei you talk so highly of?â The older male asked the seemingly young partner. The man wore an expensive suit, not one that could be found here and from what I gathered from their conversation, he had not grown up here. But his friend did. What he said next grabbed my attention the most.
âHis bakery is pretty hidden in the town. Someone that didnât know the road would not find him. He used to be a criminal, on the run and all that. But since he got out of prison he became a baker. the man sure has a gift. I donât even know why he went to jail, because the man is a sweetheart. I think he was just dealt a bad hand.â The man kept munching on his pastry as he talked. The vowels all merging to create a soundless blob. I swore he said more but that was all I could understand and by the face of his friend, he understood less.
âItâs such a small town. Why was it never known?â
âI donât know. Rumor has it that he was born here but left, something to do with his family. He came back years later, on the run from some people. People we assumed to be the police. Of course, the police followed his trail and eventually found him here. Two years later. He hid pretty well if, you asked me. He treats people with respect but he never talks about himself. He has always been reserved when it comes to his life, only telling small details that lead to nothing. You know, not enough to form a life pictureâŚâ
Before he finished talking, I was out of my seat, walking towards the pair. I plastered an innocent look on my face, one I had studied and perfected many times since coming to earth. I relaxed my posture, knowing I had been tense and tucked since I entered this town. I still canât believe I was social before. Nobody would believe that if I told them now.
âHey, those pastries look marvelous!â I said in a cheery voice when I reached the pair. Both of their heads whipped towards my direction, curiosity written in their faces. I could hear the questions in their head about me and where I came from and what I looked for in town. Typical gossiping mortals. I wanted to cut the tie between our heads, feeling bad about corrupting the menâs thoughts. But I couldnât, not until I had what I wanted. âDo you know where could I find them?â
âSure thing. Whatâs your name, sweet thing?â Sweet thing, thatâs funny. If he had been into the American news he would not say that.
âCalypso. Do you know where the place is? Can you explain it to me?â I said, trying to hide the hurry in my voice. His thoughts were front seat in my mind, not wanting to miss a thing.
âSo eager.â He chuckled. Instead of the route, I was expecting, he thought about my naked form and countless sexual images began replaying. I resisted the urge to impale his backside, taking a deep breath and counting to ten. I played his game. I battered my eyelashes and looked at him from hooded eyes. I bit my lip gently and walked closer. Sneaking a glance at his friend, I noticed he was no longer looking at us. He seemed uncomfortable and had turned to his coffee and pastries. I wish I had a coffee to turn to.
âMaybe you could take me there. If you remember the way, of course.â He smirked and grabbed the jacket slung over the wooden chair he sat on. His friend looked at us, startled as if he wasnât expecting my response. However, the joy of his friend would be short-lived. Images of the way to the small bakery filled my head and I smirked. Before he could take my hand to guide me to his car I asked for the restroom.
As soon as I came in, my eyes searched for some window I could use to leave unnoticed. And I found it in the corner of the bathroom beside one of the huge black and white mirrors. I locked the door and hurried to open the window, sliding through the door. The darkness of the night didnât face me but my alert was high. Everybody could hide in the dark. My heart rocked against my chest as I saw the same guy from early waiting beside his car. I hurried along the alleyway, pulling my hood up and hiding my hair, disappearing into the dark.
âCalypso, boy for you.â I was brought from my memories by the rough voice of Andrei. Whoever didnât spend much time with him would think he was mad all the time thanks to his voice and forever furrowed white bushy eyebrows. I matched the furrowing of his eyebrows when he mentioned a boy. I had been careful enough to not get attached or get anyone attached to myself so the mention of another human being besides Andrei spooked me.
Suddenly, the thought of agents looking for me or the usual threats I had filled me with panic. I heard the thunderous beat of my heart. The tremble of my hands disrupted the beautiful form of the pastry in my hands. quickly cleaning and taking away the apron full of white dust, I walked to the front of the door.
A dark-haired man in his early twenties stood next to the door with a blue box in his hands. A white shimmering ribbon adorned the delicate box, wrapping silkily around it to form a well-done bow. The chiseled bone structure of his profile caught my breath as he looked to the small, underpopulated plaza in the corner of the rondure. The curvature of his roman nose and the thin shape of his lips sticking in his profile.
I saw him regularly at the small bakery. His usual was a PapanaĹia with a black strong coffee. He left three dollars on the tip jar three times a week and I noticed if he was overly happy, he would leave a fiver regardless of the day or how many days he had tipped. I had seen him mad twice in the store. Seemingly, he was one of those guys that harbored every trouble inside in a chaotic turmoil. I knew because I had invaded his mind one of those times. Curiosity had gotten the best of me, knowing he was always the type of guy that carried the sun on his shoulder. Every time he caught my attention, I tried to remind myself that he couldâve been an agent sent by Hydra to kill me or worse, kidnap me.
âHello. What can I help you with?â I said, confidence laced in my voice. The confidence I did not expect to have. His head whipped towards me. A smile broke on his face at the sight of me. I saw the fidgeting of the box in his hands and the sudden bobbing of his knee. He didnât appear to be harboring any secrets, or at least not deadly ones.
âHey. I know this will probably look very weird to you but Iâve been watch- I mean not watching but I just- I,â His stammering caused a giggle to leave my lips involuntarily. My hand immediately flew to my lips, hiding the smile corrupting my face. He lowered his face but not before giving me one of those smiles that could light up a world. God, I felt sappy. He looked at me once again. âI donât know how to do this. I definitely didnât think it through.â He chuckled. One of his hands came up to brush his face while shaking it, side to side. I could tell he was nervous, maybe more that I initially had been.
Seeing him stammer was the cutest thing I had seen since the little green and purple flowers that grew back home and surrounded our palace. So, I decided to help him a bit. âYou could start with your name,â I said, trying to not smile too much. Agent, agent, agentâŚ
âGod, you probably shouldâve done that first. Nice one.â He said, more to himself than for me to hear it. âIâm Razvan. It's lovely to finally meet you.â I shook his hand. It was rough yet soft with elongated fingers caressing my own small and thin one.
âCalypso.â
âWhat I meant to say, you know, before I shot myself in the foot was that you caught my eye since I first saw you. Now, I swear I'm not stalking you because it could be easy to think after the horrible introduction I just did. But, yeah, I would like to get to know you, if thatâs okay with you.â
I did think about it. I swear I did. I thought about how he could be linked to Hydra and if you searched on the deepest paranoid corner, the Avengers. I thought he couldâve been just a random murderer whose floor I had shaken. My voice of reason said no. and with the saddest feeling settling my stomach, I told him what I thought. Or tried to.
âIâm sorry, I-I canât. You seem like the loveliest person b-but IâŚâ For some reason, I couldnât just say no. âCan I think about this?â That was the only thing that came out of my mouth while I tried to get the words âgo away and âdonât speak to meâ out of my mouth. His smile faded a bit, but even then he tried to keep his positivity and bright personality on. I could feel the waves of disappointment once I started speaking but hope soon came flooding back.
âSure. I'm a complete stranger coming here every day just to see you. I can see how thatâs alarming. take your time.â He shook his head as if realizing what he had just said. He chuckled and I tried to give him a small smile. Before I could turn away and leave, I felt him touch my elbow. I jumped back.
His brows furrowed quickly. âForgive me. This is for you. And please accept it.â I thought about refusing but this would only prolong this meeting, pushing me to accept a company I wasn't ready for. I took the small box, my hand already trying to open the shimmering blue box. âNo, please. Open it later, more calmly and everything and you can tell me whenever youâre ready if you like it.â I gave him a smile, which he returned brightly before diving back inside the back of the store.
Once inside, I undid the delicate ribbon, watching it dissolve like seafoam by the lovely blue water. The glistening gold chain with a tiny, colorful Koi fish rested in the center of the box. My heart swelled and I felt a way I hadnât felt since Bucky. He remembered what I had told him that first, and the only time we had talked before today.
The voice of Andrei brought me out of my stupor with a jump. A hand traveled to grasp my heart while the other held the box tightly.
âRazvan is nice guy.â His voice was gruff and deep like it had been since I had met him. He walked behind me and grabbed a pack of flour to dump beside me. I looked towards the other and realized I was running out of it.
âDo you know him?â
âYes. Comes every day for two years. Great boy.â
When I didnât say anything, he stopped cutting open the pack of flour and turned to look at me. âYou too reserved. Not want to end like Andrei alone. Give guy chance.â That was all he said before he left. A tall wrinkly woman with short red hair calling out for him.
The last thing I thought that day after he left drove me to the same road he had set me on. I didnât want to end alone or die alone for that matter. But what was I to do if everyone thought I was a selfish monster who just wanted to kill and bring chaos? The only person who didnât feel that particular way was the same man I was leaving without saying goodbye.
Stark seemed to have gathered his words together because he suddenly began spewing some shit on Andrei. shit, he didnât like it.
âThe girl is no selfish girl. Only a fool like yourself would think so. Only a blind man would propose such a thing.â His brows were furrowed but Otherwise, he was calmly standing at the bottom of the stairs sipping his milk. He seemed like he would continue but I made sure to stop him
âAndrei, no.â
âI see. She holds you hostage and controls you, doesnât she?â Stark countered, a smirk settling in his features. I pinched my nose, sighing loudly.
âYou have to leave with this buffoon?â I walked down to his side, muttering an annoyed yes. âIâm sadder for you than him.â A chuckle escaped him as he hugged my shoulders with one arm. I tried to push him away but found no will to do so. I would miss Andrei. He felt like the father I never had. Worry settled in my stomach knowing I had been here and I would no longer be if anything happened to him. I hugged him back, despite my better judgment and the four pairs of eyes staring back at me.
âDonât forget about me, violet. Nor dear Razvan.â He told me after letting me go. I nodded before calling back to my two companions. Stark came down, slowly walked to the front door. Bucky at his heels. They both turned. Buckyâs face had some sort of emotion I couldn't decipher. I thought I could, but I doubt he would feel happy about finding someone genuine to spend my days with.
Stark, on the other hand, looked at Andrei as if he had grown an extra head.
âIâm confused. Arenât you supposed to be dying at her touch or something? Are you sure she didnât threaten you to act this way?â The funny thing was, he sounded genuinely confused. The skepticism in his voice hurt my feelings but the mere fact it was stark made me forget quickly. He was an insensitive prick with a personal vendetta.
âTake this fool away before I turn him into a human pastry,â Andrei commented. I walked towards them, chuckling. âAi grijÄ, violet aprins.â Take care, fiery violet. The elder said before we shut the door behind us. my heart swelled at his words. I knew I would long for those quiet evenings where it would rain and we would sit down in the living room with a book, quietly enjoying our presence. We laughed and made new and invented pastries in the kitchen for days, always looking for new and innovative flavors. I would miss the man that had treated me like his daughter.
âTake care, Pop.â I whispered to myself. Not thinking a long-haired blue-eyed soldier would hear.
And just like that, we disappeared quietly into the night and I said goodbye to one of the most important people in my life.
James let me know they came in the Quinjet, that enormous thing I had refused to sit on two years ago. the walk was not far from where we were and we found it in a while.
The Quinjet was hidden behind one of the buildings next to the bakery. the gigantic thing sleeping while we arrived to climb up. clint stood outside, his arms crossed. that man always looked like he was in a power pose.
âRomania? What is it with chased people and Romania?â Confusion and genuine interest were written all over his face.
Barton had always been a friend before I knew the truth. Nat told me she had told him in a drunken stupor. he tried to talk to her about telling me but she didnât listen. I didnât hold it against him because I knew he wasnât actively participating but he didnât do anything either.
I shrugged. âItâs a good hiding place. too many criminals organizations for you to matter. nobody cares who the hell you are as long as you keep quiet.â
âGood shadow place.â Bucky added as he tried to help me get in the Quinjet. I ignored his hand, focusing on Clintâs face.
âExactly.â My response was clipped. if he was fishing for a normal conversation he was in for a treat.
After a while, we took off. My legs became restless as I sat in front of Stark and Bucky while Clint piloted the flying thing. boredom pushed me to get up from my seat and walk towards the front of the Quinjet. that, and Straks glare along with the awkwardness of Buckyâs movements.
Clintâs focused face came into view as I sat beside him. silence engulfed the both of us before he broke the silence with some words I didnât expect.
âWe missed you.â it was a quiet remark but full of shocking force. I just sat there, wide-eyed looking towards the already clearing sky. I looked towards him and forced myself to respond. a scoff came out of me, causing Clint to look rapidly towards me.
âYou have no reason to believe me, but itâs the truth. Nat was pretty shaken up when you left. we looked for you everywhere and decided you didnât want to be found. that you needed some time. it took you longer than we thought.â
âYou didnât find me because you didnât look. You donât have to lie to me, Barton.â I said, masking the hurt I felt with anger. why keep lying to me? I knew they didnât care sop they didnât need to act as they did.
âWhat? we did loo-â He never finished his sentence since Starkâs voice boomed around the small space. he came to let us know where would land soon as if we didnât know already. Clint was the pilot, it was impossible for us to not know. suspicion arose in my chest but I soon forgot it when I saw the massive compound below us.
âšâšâš I would be lying if I said my stomach wasnât fluttering and my hands trembled slightly. I subtly rubbed my hands in my jeans, hoping to get some moisture away. But, there was something else bothering me. It had been there for a little while. The emptiness in my chest divided in two, as though⌠I donât even know. The doors slid with a swift sound and my heart rate hit new floors.
I tried to avoid showing any emotion I felt. Seeing them surrounding the long table, all in their daily clothing made it hard to remember. I couldnât show the happiness of seeing them all right after two years. Nor could I show the excitement deep in my bones seeing Wandaâs face. I couldnât forget the damage (situation) those high-held beings made to my heart.
I looked at them with a mask of indifference firmly placed.
Wanda was the first to step forwards, as I knew she would. I didnât expect her to but a part of me screamed how she had been the only real friend through the year I spent in this cage. I resisted the urge to hug her, touch her, and receive the reassurance I so deeply wanted.
âI thought- we thought you were dead.â The revelation shocked me. It felt as though they couldnât believe I was alive. But I was. The question was⌠why did they think so?
âNop. Still kicking.â I replied.
âUnfortunately.â I heard Stark mutter under his breath. I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to kick him. I could make him feel a true kick in his brain. And his ass, too.
âY/n!â A high-pitched voice came from the corner next to me. The smiley face of Pepper Potts came rushing towards me, engulfing me in a hug. My nerve endings shot and I prayed my instinctive responses wouldnât go through. Fortunately for me, they didnât. Before I could even think to hold her backâwhich I wouldnât have done anywayâ she stepped back. Smile intact and a gleam in her eyes capable of illuminating the whole room.
âJesus. Youâve changed so much!â Her hands settled on my shoulder, holding softly and slightly shaking my shocked frame. âI missed you.â Her vice took a sweet edge and her head lolled to the side. Her eyes scrutinized me with the look of a mother who had just seen her child after a hard year abroad. I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably out of her grasp. I wasnât used to this.
âHoney, leave the feral alien alone.â Tonyâs voice reached my ears. âWe have important matters to discuss.â
âGod, Tony. Give us a break. We havenât seen the kid in two years.â Natashaâs ______ filled the room as I saw her taking steps towards me. I noticed there were no relaxed steps but tense and wary. Her eyes held a sort of apology mixed with caution.
I just stared. Deep inside I didnât know how to react to someone I hadnât seen in a long time, someone who betrayed me gets closer. Her body language told me she was sorry but still cautious of my reaction but I didnât know if I should forgive her. Her right hand stretched towards my frame. I shifted uncomfortably in place, moving slightly away from her.
I saw her eyes roam my body, noticing the discomfort. She came to a halt three feet away from me. Her lips were pursed as she let her head drop for a second. She recovered quickly, extending her same hand towards me, this time to shake my hand.
âItâs good to have you back, Y/n.â
I took her hand in mine, shaking firmly. I nodded my head towards her. My lips pursed. The movement of Wandaâs body caught my eye. She stepped closer to me, her hands nervously trembling beside her big, red jumper.
âCan I hug you?â Hearing those words coming out of her froze the ongoing flow of blood through my veins. I was shocked, to say the least. I bet I looked like a gaping fish as an incomprehensible string of detached words escaped my lips. Everyone else seemed as surprised as I was. For completely different reasons I would bet. As Stark had said, they thought I was a free being.
She waited patiently, probably aware of the shock and ongoing battle I had inside me. She was the only one aware of my thoughts about showing anything besides contempt. And she knew why. But I sent it all to hell and for once, I did what I wanted to do. I nodded.
Her smile was worth enough as she moved quickly towards me, as though worried I would change my opinion. Her thin arms wrapped around my neck, my lack of height apparent as my 5â1 ass reached her shoulders. I resisted the urge to cry as I wrapped my arms around her back, relishing in a familiar face that didnât hate my only existence.
âI missed you.â It was a whisper, only for me to hear. A small smile escaped my lips as hope blossomed in my chest. Hope that maybe I wasnât a lost cause. Hope that maybe someday I could have a family.
âI did too, Red.â I murmured back. Careful to not raise my voice as I didnât want anyone to know anything. I felt oddly vulnerable to be hugging someone let alone hugging someone in front of seven people. I noticed Vision staring and I gave him a subtle nod, a small smile creeping upon my lips. He nodded back with that usual blank expression not in compass with the feelings he harbored. After some time, I let her go before Stark had another remark to make.
I noticed Steve leaning against a far-away table, maybe ten feet away from where I was. His head lowered, eyes on the ground. His arms surrounded his build, hugging himself with a heavy frown on his face. He didnât want to look towards me and I thought I knew why. He was ashamed of what he did. He was guilty anyway you looked at it. He was guided by Bucky to do everything. He followed the man despite knowing it was wrong. Not because your friend tells you to throw yourself out the window means youâll do it. He knew full well what was wrong and right. He knew Barnes' proposal was as low as a man could get.
If he didnât apologize and acknowledge what he did, he was dead to me. I mean, he had tried to apologize that day, but I was devastated and no words came through my anger.
There were a few handshakes and subtle nods here and there before I noticed a presence missing. I looked around for the usual big man with an overinflated sense of heroism but didnât find him. He was big enough for anyone to spot him. I felt a pang in my chest and a tingle at the back of my head and I knew something was wrong. The air shifted and my hands started trembling slightly.
âWhereâs my brother?â I asked, my voice slightly shaky. I tried to compose myself, knowing he had to be alright or I wouldâve felt something.
âWe donât know. We couldnât get a hold of him.â Natasha replied. I noticed the subtle worry etched in her face lines.
Suddenly, I understood that emptiness inside me. That swirling emotion unlatched to an earthy body. One of the connectors inside of me, besides buckyâs, was empty. It didnât have any energy to connect to.
No.
No.
No.
I didnât realize I began hyperventilating while the word repeated itself over and over in my head. My chest rose and fell quickly while the air got caught in my throat. My hand shot out to grasp anything in reach I could hold myself up with.
âY/n?! Whatâs wrong?â Wanda was the first to step forward and grab my elbow. Her soft touch didn't completely register in my sensory sense. The only thing in my mind was the heavy colorless fog swirling around in my insides.
The worst part was, I didnât know which of my brothers it belonged to. I thought about them and how long it had been since I had seen them. Since I had been with them.
âCan you all excuse me?â I pulled myself together and without waiting for a response, I hurried across the room. I thought about the me that they just saw but somewhere deep down, I didnât care.
I hurried, passing Steve's body. This time, he looked intently at me. I didnât expect him to stand up and grab my shoulders. By this point, my vision was blurry and I tried hard to reconnect with the missing life essence.
âY/n, I-â
âCan we do this later, Rogers?â I spat, cutting him off before getting my elbow out of his grasp. I left, shuddering and feeling a wave of anger rising in my chest.
What a good way to make a comeback.
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