#avengers request

The Avengers understood though, or at the very least, they accepted without judgment. They each had their fair share of quirks and needs, and to them, your touch avoidance was no different. It was honestly a blessing to be working for them. You provided them with ground support and helped repair their gear. They provided you with moral support and freedom from unwanted contact. Of course, they weren't perfect, every so often someone might accidentally bump into you, or excitedly clap a hand on your shoulder without asking first. But that was okay, you could tolerate it from them. Especially when they did their best to make you feel included in the team in any way that they could, more than anyone else had done for you in the past.

No doubt that desire to include you was exactly what brought Steve to your workbench in the lab, a long-haired man following close behind, not unlike a confused puppy. You had glanced up from your current project as they approached, Steve radiating his typical golden retriever-like aura, while the man behind him looked none too happy to actually be there. "Y/N! I'm glad I found you. I wanted to introduce Bucky yo everyone he hasn't had the chance to meet yet."

Bucky shifted slightly uncomfortably on his feet as he gave you an awkward smile and held his hand out to you. “Glad to meet you.” You glanced at his hand and grimaced mentally. Steve had spent months talking about Bucky and the progress he was making, Steve was beyond excited to have his best friend back and on the team, but Bucky was still a stranger to you. Your grip tightened around your wrench and you glanced over at Steve.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Bucky.” You said, leaving his hand unshaken, instead, giving him a polite smile. Steve immediately jumped into action, whispering something, likely an explanation, into Bucky’s ear.

Bucky’s eyes went wide and his face went red as he dropped his hand. “Sorry.” He mumbled out quickly and something in your heart squeezed.

“No, it’s fine.” You reassured, “You couldn’t have known.”

He nodded and cleared his throat, “For what it's worth, I'm not a big fan of touching people either.” Your heart gave another squeeze and you weren’t quite sure why. His aversion to touch made sense, you recalled Steve explaining the things that had happened to him.

"We have something in common then." You said setting your wrench down on the table in front of you. "Luckily everyone here is very understanding about it."

He smiled, and for a moment your brain completely blanked as you saw the was his smile made the skin crinkle adorably around his eyes. He was attractive, there was no denying that, but honestly, something about his smile was special. "I'm glad to hear that," he said softly before pointing at the device on your work table. "What are you working on anyway?"

You blinked before looking down at what he was pointing at. "Oh! This is the Maximum Operational Radius Support Aerobot or MORSA. Tony came up with the name, I like to call him Moe for short. He's like redwing, Sam's drone? But more support focused than combat focused. He's my eyes in the sky, he's great. I wouldn't be able to be nearly as much help without him. Time to wake up Moe." You said, tapping the drone twice. It burst to life, hovering a few inches above the table, albeit as a noticeable angle. You winced at Moe's lopsided hovering, but Bucky seemed enthralled. "He isn't usually so…. Wonky. He got damaged by an explosion a few missions ago and I only just got him flying again. I'm sure Wakanda has things way more advanced but…" you trailed off as Bucky shook his head.

“Are you kidding me?” he asked, circling around for a better look. You almost didn’t notice his hand accidentally brushing against your arm as he moved past you, but to your surprise, it didn’t feel unpleasant. “It’s like that car Stark showed off in ‘43. You remember that Stevie?”

Steve seemed almost surprised as he watched Bucky gush over the drone, you would have never been able to guess that he had been begging Steve to not bother introducing him to anyone not even half an hour before. “The one that crashed to the ground?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Listen Punk, don’t even pretend to act like you stuck around long enough to see that.”

You bit your lip to fight the urge to laugh. You would have never expected the Winter Soldier to be a science nerd. “I did base Moe’s propulsion system off Howard Stark’s flying car propulsion designs, though I reworked them to be more efficient and a bit faster. When they’re properly adjusted at least.” You finished by tapping the drone again and it gently lowered onto the table before turning off.

“That’s absolutely amazing,” Bucky said rubbing his jaw. “What else does it do?” You grinned as you began to explain Moe’s functions in detail, Bucky clinging to your every word. Neither of you noticed as Steve quietly slipped away, grinning like a Cheshire cat. It was rare for either of you to take so quickly to someone, and he wasn’t about to do anything to draw your attention to it. He could finish introducing Bucky to everyone tomorrow.

From that day, your friendship with Bucky was easy and fun. You both just seemed to click in a way you had never experienced with someone before. He would spend hours in the lab while you worked, talking to you about anything and everything that he could think of. You wouldn’t shy away from him on the extremely rare times he would accidentally touch or brush against you. Strangely, you actually found yourself liking his touch and, for that matter, him.

Actually, saying you liked Bucky was probably the understatement of the century. You were absolutely head-over-heels for him. You didn’t have a damn clue how you managed to fall so hard for him, especially when it didn’t even feel like falling at all. You could barely even focus if he wasn’t there. You had grown so used to his presence that when he was on missions the entire tower seemed to feel empty.

Which was where you found yourself right now. You tinkered aimlessly on your gadget, there were countless repairs you should be doing, but you just couldn’t motivate yourself to do any of them. Bucky had been on a mission for the last two weeks, the longest he had been away since he joined. You had no idea what to do with yourself as you pulled yourself through the paces of adjusting Moe's propulsion system. You were waiting for FRIDAY to inform you of Bucky's return, just like she always did the moment he came back. You couldn't wait to greet him as he got off the quinjet. At least then you could stop worrying so much and get some work done.

"Y/N, FRIDAY's voice echoed through the lab. Your heart soared as you looked up toward the ceiling at the disembodied voice. "Sergeant Barnes has just landed, he's been rushed to the med bay." And just like that, your heart crashed to the ground. Something fell to the ground with a loud bang as you jumped up, but you didn't care to see what it was as you rushed out of the lab.

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you as you hurried to the med bay. Horror stories played through your head as you pushed through the doors. You paid no mind to the nurses yelling for you to slow down as you searched for Bucky.

Your lungs bere burning when you found him being stitched up by Bruce, talking to Steve. Relief hit you like a tidal wave. He was okay. Bruce had just finished Bucky’s stitches when you threw your arms around Bucky. You hadn’t even thought about the contact, you were just so happy that he was okay. You only realized it when you felt a cool arm wrap around your waist.

“Don’t cry Doll.” He said softly, tightening his arms around you. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until he pointed it out. “I’m okay. The bullet only grazed me. I promise I’m okay.” He reassured you, his hand stroking your hair. Being held by him was probably the nicest thing you’ve ever felt.

You took a deep, shaky breath as your tears slowed. You nodded as you pulled away from him, smiling weakly. Bruce and Steve stared in disbelief as they watched you. You had never so much as willingly shook someone's had, let alone hug them, and yet there you were with your arms wrapped around Bucky’s neck. Bucky ignored them, pulling you back into him, touching his forehead to yours. You sniffled, “FRIDAY said-”

“I know Doll. It’s okay. Are you?”

You swallowed and nodded again. You had never been so close to him before, but honestly, it felt right, it put your mind at ease in ways you severely needed right now. He was so important to you, and you were so scared you might have lost him. Especially before you could tell him just how important he was. You took a deep breath, filled with a sudden resolve, “I love you.” You finally said, bracing him for his response.

Tears threatened in your eyes again when he laughed. “Doll, I figured that out when you hugged me.” He brushed away a tear welling in your eye with his thumb. “And I love you too.” The breath caught in your throat and you choked out a sobbing laugh. “Want to talk about this over milkshakes?”

“I’d love to.” You smiled with a big sniffle.

“As sweet as this is.” Bruce cut in. “I need to finish bandaging Bucky up before you two try to take off.” You both pulled apart to see Bruce holding up gauze and bandages.

Bucky smiled that smile you had come to love so dearly before kissing your forehead. “Go get ready, Doll. I’ll pick you up in 10.” You nodded, giving him one last hug before leaving. You really could get used that feeling. 

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The one time you tried to follow it, it seemed to go up towards space and that was a big no-no from you. No way were you abandoning Earth.

“[Y/n]! Eyes up Agent! We have Avengers Incoming!”

Heaving another frustrated sigh, you stood up and dusted off nonexistent dust from your black standard uniform.

A few minutes later, the New Avengers were walking into the office like they were a gift from above.

Not to say you didn’t appreciate what they did, but they hadn’t been dealing with the crisis on Earth after the Snap.

And some of them were rather baby-faced...like that Spider dude.

And you missed some of the Original Avengers. 

Thinking back to the one time you ran into Captain America during one of his jogs. He had been a real sweetheart so it wasn’t too hard to see why he was the world’s favorite. But to learn that he went back in time to get laid was a real disappointment.

“Fury. It’s been...a while.”

A voice like silk floated across the room and you found yourself looking for it.

In front of Director Fury and Maria Hill stood the Avengers, and one of them stood out from the rest. 

And it wasn’t just because of the red string tied to her wrist that seemed to come from...yours?

Red and blonde ombre hair, flashing green eyes, and a giant scar cutting across her face.

Natasha Romanoff.

“Agent Romanoff. Clint said you were dead.” Fury spoke with a voice full of suspicion, but also a hint of relief.

Natasha chuckled, but the way her hand twitched up towards her face was telling.

Your interest piqued, you walked closer. Why was the black Widow nervous and scared?

“I thought I did as well. But I guess it just wasn’t my time. I was as shocked as Clint when I came back after they got the stones.”

Director Fury seemed to sense your presence as he turned to you and gestured, “This is Agent [Y/n]. They took over directorial duties while I was otherwise...disposed.”

You hid your grimace by morphing it into a polite smile, Pointedly ignoring the glances that Natasha was sending between you and her string.

“It’s nice to meet the New Avengers. I was updated on the activities of those left after the Snap during the years. It’s a pleasure to meet you face to face. Especially you,” At this you looked into emerald green eyes, “Considering you were considered deceased.”

A nervous laugh, “I was. But now I’m not. And I have this ...” She held out her hand which had the red string tied around it’s wrist.

Everyone else looked at it confused. You knew from experience that no one else could see it. 

Pretending you didn’t as well, you reached out to shake her hand, “What do you mean? I don’t see anyth-”

You were cut off as your hand made contact with hers. A shock went through you and your vision went hazy for a moment as snippets of memories that weren’t yours flew through your mind.

Dancing, guns, metal arms, death, blood, rebellion, Russia, Clint, Avengers, Tony Stark, a red skull, death, darkness, bright light, red strings ...ending with the picture of your face framed in light.

“Agent. Report. What just happened?”

For some reason, Director Fury’s voice was more irritating than usual, causing you to turn around and glare at him.

He lifted a brow in shock.

“How about I don’t report to you. Seeing as how I ran this joint for the past Five years, I would say I have senior ranking over you. So if you excuse me.”

You dismissed him by turning back to face Natasha, smirking at the shock and awe on all of the Avenger’s faces as Fury sputtered behind you, unable to find words.

And that was also when you noticed that the annoying red string was gone. 

“So. Did you see my life?”

“Yeah...that was...I was wondering what that string was. I heard stories about Red Strings that led to your soulmate, but I thought that was all fairytales.”

You had to laugh at that. “Natasha, we live in a fairytale. How else do you explain aliens and people returning from the dead.” Raising a brow as she flushed a pretty shade of pink.

“So [Y/n]..right?”

You couldn’t help it, she had lined it up perfectly for you.

Cocking finger guns at her, you winked and said, “That’s my name baby, don’t wear it out.” And then immediately groaned and ran a hand down your face, “I don’t know why I did that.”

Natasha however, thought it was cute and laughed. 

You heart started to beat weirdly at the sound.

Looking up, her eyes were scrunched and her mouth was smiling. And you thought it was cute.

“Anyways. Want to get coffee...sometime?” She asked. 

You tapped a finger to your chin for a moment, “Sure, let me just do something first.”

Ripping your badge off your uniform, you tossed it at Fury’s face and shouted, “I quit!”

Then, grabbing Natasha’s arm in yours, you began walking to the doors.

“So. Don’t think that just because we have some sort of soulmate connection that I am going to be easy on you. I expect flowers, chocolates and communication.”

Natasha laughed and shook her head, “Of course. How about we start with my real name. I’m Natalia Alianova Romanova.”

You smiled, “I’m [Y/n] [Y/l/n]. Now...how about you tell me a bit about space?”

Both of your laughs echoed down the hall to where Fury stood stunned with the rest of the Avengers.

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You were supposed to do the classic Black Widow move, you had been practicing it day and night before filming. “And action!” You heard Anthony yell.

Chris and Scarlette watched from behind the camera, they were in awe at how you could do your stunts without assistance. “She seems mature for her age,” Scarlette muttered.

“Sure is a difference from Hollands first day on set,” Chris said quietly earning a chuckle from Scarlette.

“Cut!” Anthony called out, “That was perfect, y/n! Nailed it!” Anthony gave you a high five as you walked over to him.

“Thanks,” you said a little out of breath.

You saw that Chris and Scarlette were now by the snack table, you cursed slightly to yourself, “don’t embarrass yourself, y/n, just act cool,” you said quietly to yourself before making your way over.

You grabbed one of the many water bottles that were set on the table next to the snacks, “Nice stunts out there, kid,” Scarlette said as she stood next to you.

“Thanks,” You said with a smile as you took a swig of your water.

“I’m Scarlette, by the way,” Scarlette held her hand out, which you shook.

“Pleasure to meet you, I’m y/n,” you said with a smile.

Scarlette was impressed with your response, “this is Chris Evans, you’ll meet many more Chris’s on set so it’s good to go off last names.”

You smiled at Chris and shook his hand, “please to meet you, Chris.”

You knew who they were, like who didn’t? But you wanted to act calm and collected.

“Me and Chris were just talking about how you are way different than the other youngsters on set,” Scarlette said, you raised your eyebrows in a confused manner, “We mostly mean Tom Holland, he can be pretty reckless when he does his own stunts.”

“Well, I practiced my stunts practically day and night,” You said softly, “I’m a bit of a perfectionist.”

Chris smiled, “you’re pretty cool, y/n.”

“Thank you.”

“Why don’t you join us and the rest of the cast later for some hot wings?”

You beamed, “I love hot wings!”

Scarlette smiled, “I can get used to her! Hell, she’s playing younger Black Widow!” She looked over at Chris, “I love her.” Scarlette engulfed you into a hug.

You did the rest of your scene while Scarlette and Chris watched. Once your scene was done Scarlette followed you to the makeup trailer, mostly talking about girl things.

You rode with Scarlette to Buffalo Wild Wings, there the whole cast sat in a large table, “Everyone!” Scarlette said loud enough for the group to hear, “I want you to meet the newest member of the Marvel family, y/n!” Scarlette gave you a side hug as she introduced you to the group.

You sat down next to Tom Hiddleston and Sebastian Stan, giving them gentle smiles.

“So, y/n, I hear you do your own stunts,” Tom Hiddleston said as you took a sip of your water.

You gave him a nod, “yeah I prefer it.”

“Really?” Sebastian asked, “aren’t you afraid of getting hurt?”

You shook your head, “not if I’ve practiced it well enough.”

Tom gave you a nod, he noticed how you spoke with a sense of maturity in you. Throughout the night you spoke mostly to Tom but to the others as well. It felt like a close knit family and you were overjoyed to be a part of it, even if it was for a small role.