#telekinetic!reader

You pressed a hand to the side of your head and winced. Youdidn’t remember hitting it on anything, but it was pounding. Like there wassuddenly too much inside of it and it was trying to claw its way out. It was astrange and difficult to describe feeling, and you hoped that it would passsoon.

“Y/N, you alive over there?” Tony’s snarky, if slightlyconcerned voice, rang clear over your earpiece, and you huffed out a laugh asyou pushed yourself up to your feet.

“What, you think I can’t handle a blow to the head?”

You were met with a tense silence, and you could almost seethe team looking at each other as someone decided what to say.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Nothing hit you.” That wasNat’s voice, and she sounded like she was questioning your current levels ofsanity.

“…what do you mean? Did you not see what hit me? Knocked meright on my ass.” You laughed, but stopped when you realized no one waslaughing with you. By now, a few of the others, Loki, Thor, and Steve, had madetheir way closer to you, and were still looking at you strangely.

“Y/N, nothing hit you. One minute you were standing, thenext you were on the ground,” Loki explained gently.

“We thought you were shot,” Thor added, immediately stridingover to check you for the gunshot wounds he expected to find, giving a humphwhen he found you unharmed.

“What happened?” Steve looked around, as though he werelooking for a chair or something for you to sit on, and you shrugged a shoulderas you wrapped an arm around yourself.

“…I don’t know. I guess it’s just like you said, except… Ifelt something hit me. Like, feltsomething knock me over.”

“Stark, what are the chances it was someone or something wecouldn’t see?” Steve asked as Tony landed the suit a small distance away fromthe area you’d all met in.

“Won’t know until we get a medical examination.” Tony caughtyou rubbing at your temple, and frowned. “You hurt your head?”

“Must have,” you muttered.

“Well, I think the best course of action is getting you backto the compound and getting you checked out,” Loki decided for the group, whoall nodded. “Stark took care of those buffoons, so we’re in the clear. Let’sgo, before more come out to play.”

You nodded, and let Thor put an arm around you as you headedback to the Quinjet with the whole team.

A couple of hours and one medical examination later, and youhad no answers to what had happened or whyyour head felt like it was going to split in half.

“Here. The peppermint will help with the headache,” Lokiinsisted as they handed you a cup of tea, and you took it with a mumbled thankyou.

“…you really didn’t see what hit me?” You tilted your headonly enough so that you could meet their gaze, unwilling to stop cradling it inyour hand in a meager attempt to get the headache to subside.

Loki shook their head, concern evident in their gaze as theykept watching you. “It’s like we told you. You were on your feet, and then… youweren’t.” They were quiet for a long moment, as though considering something tosay, and then they abruptly cleared their throat. “Something’s off about you,though.”

You snorted out a humorless laugh, holding your head in yourhands. “Yeah, no kidding. I feel like I got hit by a train that no one else wasable to see.”

Loki shook their head. “No, it isn’t that. You feel different. Your… composition.”

You made a face as you looked up at them. “Okay, explain,please?”

Loki pressed their lips together as they searched for words.“…humans, most of them, are vastly unmagical. Save for the extreme few, as you knowby our teammates. They feel… normal. Ordinary. It’s almost as though there’sa…lack. Between how those that have some sort of power and magic, and thosethat… don’t.”

You nodded slowly, trying to comprehend what Loki wassaying. “And… What, you’re saying that I… don’t have that lack anymore?”

Loki gave you a look that felt both apologetic andbeseeching. “…something like that.”

You nodded once. And then laughed. And kept laughing.“That’s ridiculous. I don’t have magic. I’m not magic. Look.” You waved yourfingers around in a shameful imitation of how you thought it looked to performmagic. “Nothing. Nothing at all. No magic. Nothing special. No anything.”

Loki steeled themself for the panic they could tell you weresettling yourself into, nodding along as you spoke, but completely oblivious tohow the lights in the kitchen had begun to flicker.

“The idea is absolutely laughable, when you think about it.I get knocked over by some invisible force, have a splitting headache thatfeels like something has been put inside my brain that my skull simply doesn’thave the spare room for, and… and the medical examination comes back normal.Absolutely normal! No injuries, no mind control, no traces of anything. And you… You tell me that I suddenly feel like I have magic like that’s acompletely normal thing to say to a person and not something absolutely insane that makes you sound like you’vegone bonkers mad. And there’s no proof. Noproof to validate your statement whatsoever.”

“Y/N.” Loki said your name calmly, but you were having none ofit as you clenched your fist at your side, not because you were angry, butbecause you had worked yourself into such a stressed tizzy.

In fact, you were so worked up that you hadn’t noticed thatevery cabinet in the kitchen was rattling, the tea kettle was suddenlywhistling, despite the stove not being on, and the lights were flickering withsuch intensity that the room was flashing between pitch black and normallighting.

“No, no. Don’t try to take back what you said. You’vealready said it, and now you’ve got me so worked up that I can’t even thinkstraight, which is doing absolutely fuckall for my headache, and I want it to all just stop.” You accentuated your final word with a frustrated wave ofyour hands, forgetting that you held a tea cup in your hand.

But a shatter never came. Instead, you blinked dumbly as youwatched the teacup hover where your hand had originally been.

“Y/N,” Lokirepeated calmly, and this time you looked at them. They only raised an eyebrowin response, before nodding their head toward the kitchen, and you looked overto see all the cabinet doors still swinging back and forth on their hinges, andthe lights flickering, though with much less intensity than they had in themiddle of your argument.

“…huh.” It was all you could manage as you looked back downat the mug floating in front of your hands, taking it gently before you lostwhatever focus you had and it crashed to the floor.

Loki smiled, an insufferable grin that made you want tothrottle them. “Do you believe me now?”

You huffed out a breath, and the cabinets all swung shut,making you jump slightly. “…it would seem I have no choice but to.”

Good. Now that we’vegot that all squared away, I think we should let the rest of the group knowwhat happened.

“…yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“What?” Loki looked over at you, brow furrowed.

“We’ll go tell the others, like you said.”

“Y/N, I didn’t… say anything… out loud…” They looked at youfor a long moment, and this time, it took less of a push for you to comprehendwhat had just happened.

“…okay. I can… read minds now, too? Is that…? We’re doingthat now, I guess.”

“I think we should tell them now.”

“Good idea.”

A couple hours and some tests later, and you had no more conclusiveresults than you had after the firstmedical examination.

Nothing in your brain looked out of the ordinary, nothingshowed up in any scans.

You just… suddenly and unexplainably had telekinetic powers.And then some.

No big deal, or anything.

“We should work on controlling them.”

You made a face at Loki as you walked next to them. “I just got them. How am I supposed to controlthem already?”

“By practicing. A lot.”Loki opened the door to one of the training rooms, holding it open so you couldgo in before them, and then closing it once the both of you had gone inside.

“Because that sounds somuch fun.”

“Well, your options are control your powers through endlesshours of training or risk tearing the entire complex to pieces, not just thekitchen, the next time you have a little… flare-up.”

“It wasn’t a flare up!” You didn’t mean to say the words asharshly as you did, and they were accentuated with the lights flickeringoverhead and the weights shaking on their rack across the room. “…maybe youhave a point.”

“Of course I do.” Loki sounded so sure of themself that thephrase didn’t even sound snarky. They just knew that they knew more about thesubject than you did, and you couldn’t even blame them for it. “Sit down.”

You watched as they dropped to the floor in the middle ofthe room, and you followed suit, crossing your legs as you sat across fromthem.

“We won’t know for certain until you have better control,but… at least for the moment, it seems that your powers are… connected to youremotions. Or at the very least, heightened by them. I don’t have to explain whythat’s a horribly dangerous correlation.”

You nodded. “So how do I fix it?”

“You fix it by controlling your emotions.” Anticipating yourgrumpy response, they held a hand up. “We all have emotions that get out ofhand sometimes. Nothing against you, or anyone who lets their emotions get thebetter of them. Myself included. The trick is minimizing it. Allowing yourselfto feel it for a brief moment, and then… tucking it away. Until you need it.”

“You make that sound ridiculously easy,” you grumbled,pulling one knee up to your chest and wrapping an arm around it.

“It isn’t. I’ve just had centuriesto perfect it.”

You heaved a frustrated sigh, flopping back on the ground.“So what you’re saying is that I’m doomed. Beautiful.”

“I’m saying youhave to work for it. It won’t be easy. But it will get easier. In time.”

“And how do I practice this exactly?” you argued, staring upat the ceiling.

“Well, for one, breathing techniques. They help keep you calm.And steady breathing is the key to steady magic.”

“Not magic,” you reminded them.

“As good as,” they shot back.

“…fine. So… what, I practice breathing techniques like I’mabout to go into labor, is that it?”

“Look, do you want the help or not? I can always let you letyour powers tear the whole compound to shreds and deal with Stark in theaftermath.”

“No!” You answered a little too quickly, and the lightsflared with a quiet buzzing noise in response. “…no. Please. You’re the onlyone that’s going to be able to help me with this. I… I’m sorry. It’s all… new.Having powers. Give me a gun or a knife or hand-to-hand combat, and I’m fine,it’s just… there’s so much skill required,with this.”

“And was there not for any of the other things you haveproficiency in?”

You were so annoyed that you pulled yourself to sit back upjust so you could level Loki with a glare, because you knew they were right.

“That’s what I thought.” They were silent for a moment, andthen heaved a deep breath. “Look, I won’t tell you that any of this is going tobe easy. You’re… largely alone in this, and I and the others can help you trainto some degree, but the majority of it… is just you. And I’ll do what I can,but… you have to commit to it, too. Okay?”

Your lips twisted to the side as you considered what theysaid, and as you drew your knees back up to your chest and settled your chin ontop, you nodded. “…okay. I… appreciate it. Your willingness to help me…navigate through all of this.”

Loki only smiled. “What are best friends for?”

You smiled, as well.

“Now, about those breathing techniques.”

You tried not to roll your eyesthis time.

“Easy… A little anger goes a long way.”

You nodded once, visualizing your energy and emotions focusinginto a small, concentrated ball between your hands. Careful not to let yourselfdwell too much on your anger, butfeeling it just enough that you could feel it feeding into your power.

With a slow, deep breath, you pushed your hands out in frontof you, watching as the semi-circle of dummies surrounding you fell as ifknocked over by an invisible wave. It was the last move in a series of movesthat had been more successful than anything you’d tried in the six monthstraining with Loki to get your emotions under control so that you could workbetter with your new powers, and the excitement of finally nailing it left youpunching your fist in the air with an excited squeal, the small burst ofhappiness making the lights flicker overhead.

“I did it! Did you see that? I finally did it!” You beamed as you walked over to where Loki wasstanding, swiping up your water bottle so you could take a lengthy sip from it.

“Only took you six months,” Loki teased, and you shot them afaux glare.

“Keep it up and I’ll tell Thor about how much you missed himafter you faked your death on Svartalfheim and pretended to be Odin.”

Loki scowled. “That is a privatememory, how dare you use that as leverage.”

You rolled your eyes. “Well, I only learned from the best,after all.” You stretched your arms out before nudging Loki with your shoulder,smiling all the while as the both of you began heading back toward the commonareas. “Your secret is safe with me. Just like everyone else’s are.”

“You know, I think technically you might be the mostdangerous of all us now.”

You made a face. “What, because I have telekinetic powersthat have taken me six months just to minorlyget a hold of? You or Wanda or Strange could do the same in a matter of seconds.”

But Loki shook their head. “No, no, no. No, no. You’re dangerous because you know all of oursecrets now. You know all the dirt. Blackmail central, if you think about it.”

You made a face and nodded slowly, considering that. “Yeah,if anyone on this team ever does me dirty, it’s curtains for you lot. Though I have gotten much better about…accidentally tuning in.”

“What a nice way to say you’ve been eavesdropping.” Lokishot you an amused look, and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Hey. It’s not exactly an easy thing to ignore. Especially when it’s quiet or if there’s onlyone or two people in the room with me. It makes their thoughts so much louder.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that at all. I’ve never had the abilityto do anything like that. To my knowledge, anyway.”

“To your knowledge? What, as if you could hear someone else’svoice in your head and not realizeyou were reading their mind? I call bullshit.”

“Alright, fine. I’ve definitelynever had that ability. But it’s probably for the best. More for… back then,than for now. Who knows the shenanigans I would have gotten into? The chaos Iwould have caused, for Midgard and my parents and my brother. Norns, I couldhave had it all, if I’d really wanted.”

“Whoa there, you’re a reformedbaddie now, remember? No talk like that.” You knew they were only joking, butyou wanted to set the record straight, justin case they were having any ideas.

“Sure.” Loki nodded thoughtfully for a moment, cutting theireyes toward you. “Though I suppose I could always have just used them to figureout whether or not anyone had a crush on me or something mundane like that.” Apause. “Like you do with my sister?”

Your cheeks flushed brightred, and with them, the lights overhead buzzed loudly. “How the hell did you catch on about that?”

“Well, I mean, the way that you concentrate on her sointensely when she’s around made it rather obvious in and of itself…” Lokitaunted.

“Oh, you are so dead,” you grumbled.

“You’d have to catch me first.” And with that Loki took off,leaving you to chase after them as the lights shattered one by one in yourwake.

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Life-sized mannequins wielding mock weaponry carved from wood charge at (Y/n) as she practices using her abilities, concentrating on warping and controlling their metallic composition in order to eliminate each target. Miscellaneous parts of the machinery rain down around the youngest member of the Avengers, adding on to the collection of scratches and indentations, some of which can possibly be classified as craters, in the concrete flooring of the training compound.

From the spacious tunnels of the building's vents, Clint Barton observes with keen eyes. He analyzes (Y/n)'s movements, taking notice of the smallest of details that the other team members overlooked during their previous group training session. The archer watches as (Y/n) waves her arms animatedly to dismantle the sparring bots, breaking into a sweat after only ten minutes into the training exercise.

"She's over exerting herself," Clint mumbles to himself with the shake of his head.

With a plan coming to fruition, the archer retreats into the deeper ends of the vents, heading back to his floor to finalize his plan on paper. Different methods of executing (Y/n)'s abilities play before Clint's eyes, but none prove to be the most efficient. Just as Clint begins to brainstorm for simple methods that start at the beginner level, an upbeat tune echoing from the direction of Bucky's floor catches his attention.

Bear crawling all the way, Clint peers through the barred vent gate to see the former Winter Soldier cleaning a large sniper rifle. Bucky wipes down the individual parts with precise strokes, his wrist flicking in time with the long, sharp sweeping motions of his arms. In less than two minutes, the barrel of the weapon finds itself resting in a velvet-lined carrying case with a polished surface clean enough to act as a mirror, despite its dark color.

"Hmm...Interesting..."

Clint reroutes his crawling to head back to his floor, this time, a better, feasible idea forming.

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"Hey, (Y/n)," Clint calls out to the young girl, waving his arm to gesture towards the training compound. "C'mere, I wanna have a chat."

"Umm, okay..." Eyeing the archer warily, (Y/n) follows him into the room. "So, whatcha wanna talk about? Is it something bad?"

"Oh, no, no, no. You're not in trouble or anything, kid. I just wanna to help."

"Help? With what? Not to be rude or anything, but I don't remember asking for anyone's help on anything."

"I was watching you train the other day, and I have a few pointers that'll help you improve on the battlefield."

"Oh, okay," agrees (Y/n). She looks up at Clint a sparkle in her eyes that warms the archer's heart, reminding him of the times when he taught his children how to use a bow an arrow -- they were fake, of course.

"Well, first things first: You don't need to move your arms to dramatically," the archer points out while demonstrating with his own arms in a silly manner, eliciting a giggle from the teen before him. "All you really need is a flick of the wrist. That's it. Just a short, quick, snapping motion and you'll fling your enemies away just as far as you've been doing, only this time, you won't tire yourself out right away. Try it out on that deactivated dummy over there."

Following her mentor's instructions, (Y/n) only uses a slight flick her wrists to separate the sparring bot in half. The young Avenger's cheers resonate across the entire training compound and Clint grins proudly.

"Okay, now, instead of pulling your arms from the top of your head down towards the ground, you can try something else that might be a bit more effective. Keep your arms above your head like before, only this time, I want you to try and throw the bots at a forty-five degree angle away from you. You're still slamming the enemy down while crouching, but this method should leave you still standing upright. You'll be able to fight the next target at a much faster rate since your recovery time has just shortened."

Just like with the first move, (Y/n) plays out the technique Clint has set for her, making sure to not exaggerate her movements like she has been doing prior to these lessons. Shrapnel from the sparring bot flies in all directions upon hitting the ground, instilling pride in the archer once again.

"Awesome! You'll be able to perfect it in no time, kid."

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HYDRA agents surround Clint and Steve, aiming their weapons at the two heros. Steve's vibranium shield had been kicked aside during a scuffle, and only two arrows remain in Clint's quiver.

"What's the plan, Cap? How are we doing this," Clint whispers frantically.

"Uh...I-I...I don't know," stutters the super soldier.

"Well, you better come up with something fast. Their numbers are growing and I don't like the look that guy is giving me."

A canister of tear gas lands with a soft thud at the center of the congregation of HYDRA agents, releasing the irritating chemicals within seconds of hitting the ground. Steve and Clint shield their eyes, though such an action does nothing to prevent exposure to their face. The two bend over with their heads tucked in as bodies begin to drop. (Y/n) utilizes the techniques Clint introduced to her several months back, flinging agents left and right with little effort exerted.

"Heya, guys! What's up?"

"Well, apparently those guys," Clint replies with a finger pointing at the five unconscious HYDRA agents draped in the trees. He follows Steve's example, wiping away the tears from his stinging eyes before regaining his composure. "You did good, kid."

"Thanks! I had a little help from a certain archer."

"Well," Clint chuckles, playing along with her joke, "please thank this mysterious archer for me the next time you see him. He must have been a good teacher."