#xyn

You couldn’t sleep. You lay on your back, staring a hole into the ceiling, the only sounds being the pattering of the rain on your window and the tik-ticking of your clock. You rolled on your side to watch your phone charging on the nightstand. Lowering the blinding brightness on your phone, you glanced at the time, 02:14. Only 2 AM, really?

Sitting up on your bed and tucking your knees to your chest, you groaned out of pure and utter boredom, your head being completely empty, though it seemed as if the universe had other plans for you.

The familiar sound of a bike engine comes to a halt in front of your house and you perk up as you hear someone shouting over the thundering rain, “(Y/N)!”

Wait, I know the sound of that engine, that’s Mikey’s CB250T, so that must mean-

Throwing your duvet off yourself, you rushed to your window and parted the curtains to see a certain blond calling your name and waving at you like a maniac. Classic Mikey, a 5-year-old in the body of a teenager, you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but crack a smile as you made eye contact with Mikey. The rain made his hair stick to his face, and the white tee he wore under his toman uniform was soaked too, showing a bit of muscle under under his scrawny frame. But then, it hit you. It was raining…and Mikey was outside…

THAT IDIOT MANCHILD IS GONNA CATCH A COLD!!!

You swiftly made your way downstairs, practically flying down them and you hastily opened the door to see him grinning like an idiot. “Moron, you’re gonna catch a cold!” You immediately lectured him as you grabbed his tee and pulled him inside, with him giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Yeah, so what? That’s a problem for future me to handle. Anyway, wanna go for a ride?” He asked, not wasting a millisecond.

“You do know that it’s absolutely chucking it down now?” You sassed him, incredulously. He may be your commander but that never scared you for giving him a bit of attitude. He simply shrugged in response to that, “Ok, and??” This guy is impossible, you thought as you shook your head and questioned him a bit more, “It’s 2 AM?”

“And yet here you are, very clearly awake,” he shot back, relentlessly. You sighed and brought up something else to defend your case,

“But my parts for my bike haven’t arrived yet.” “Who cares? You can just backpack with me. So are you coming or are you gonna stay there as a worrywart?” Mikey asked impatiently, practically jumping off the walls in excitement. This guy isn’t gonna give up, is he? You thought to yourself as you shook your head.

“Ok, fine…Draken is gonna have my head for this…” You muttered the last part as you barely had time to grab a jacket and pull on some shoes before you were dragged outside in the torrential downpour by Mikey. How can such cute, chibi hands be so strong??

“Who cares about Ken-chin right now? It’s just us…let’s just enjoy the moment, yeah?” He giggled as he sat on his bike and you sat behind him. Your heart couldn’t help but flutter as he said those words, but the feeling was soon interrupted as the bike jerked forward and you wrapped your arms instinctively around his waist. As soon as you come back to your senses, you put your hands around his shoulders, thankful it was dark to hide the rushing heat coming to your cheeks. Mikey chuckled as he drove forward into the night, the light from his bike being scattered through the raindrops, making it seem almost ethereal and elusive.

You looked around and took a breath of the humid city air of Tokyo, not even acknowledging the coolness of the rain seeping through your already-soaked clothes. Not even realising when Mikey took the turn to go deeper into the urban jungle, you stared up at the skyscrapers around you, the lights becoming a bedazzling blur as you sped fast. Popular people modelled with popular products became nothing more than a flash of brightness as you both sped past the beaming advertisement projected onto the buildings. You couldn’t hear yourself scream.

Nor talk.

Nor think. Nor breathe.

It was like -no - the ride did drown out all of your worries, the engine’s savage roar, barking like a rabid dog at your stress. Getting lost in the rush, you couldn’t hear Mikey say your name for the third time,

“(Y/N)!!”

“Huh?”

Your face remade the shocked Pikachu meme as Mikey giggled again, making sure his eyes were on the road, but occasionally looking over his shoulder at you. He asked, “Any place you wanna stop by?”

You scoffed incredulously, “I thought you were the one that wanted to go on a ride? Shouldn’t you know?” He stayed silent for a few moments, before replying, “Now that you said it…I do.” “What was the point of asking me then, Dimwit??--”

You didn’t get to finish your quip as Mikey took a tight turn and sped up, you gripped his shoulders a little tighter. Screech. Vroom.

Your head jerked forward as Mikey pulled on the brakes, stopping the bike on a bridge overlooking the river. You weren’t gonna lie, you thought that he was gonna stop at a Doraki shop, knowing how Mikey thinks with his stomach. Also, on that note, you were expecting an ‘I ran out of gas’ or ‘the chain came off’ until Mikey got off and stood at the railing of the bridge, looking over.

Blink. Blink. Blink. You stared at him dumbfounded until you got off the bike aswell, feeling it was the right moment for a playful comment. “You know I can push you off, right?”

There wasn’t any real malice in those words as you made your way next to him, admiring how the city lights and the glow from the orange moon danced across the lazy, gentle ripples, also secretly admiring how Mikey looked like a damn, fine-ass model in the lighting. “I know I may be a pain in the ass and how gutsy you are, but even then I know you won’t do it,” he spoke back, uncharacteristically serious. You kept your cool and threw back your reply, “Is that so? And how exactly do you know that?”

He then looked at you,

“Because you have a crush on me, that’s how I know.”

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BONUS:

“OK, now let’s get some Dorayaki!” “YOU CAN’T JUST DROP THAT BOMB AND–”

YOUR POV:

I love Enzo, I really do but this boy sure knows how to drive me up the wall whether it’s on purpose or not. He’s either all over me, too close still isn’t close enough; or, he’s the most quiet person ever who would rather sit in silence. Today was that kind of day. Pansy had taken me out earlier this Saturday to Hogsmead for new clothes because we can never have enough outfits, or whatever she said, but, when I got back something was up with enz. I mean he just appeared in my dorm and was lounging on my bed reading a book. Paying no attention to me. At. All. I remember the conversation I had with pansy earlier:

EARLIER:

“Well if he isn’t paying attention to you, just make him”

“And how do you suppose I do that, pansy” I said while shimmying into a sleek, black dress which had a cut up the side to my thigh.

“Make him compliment you, or make him jealous, tell him you’re going out with……Cedric or something, I dunno” she stepped into my changing room “that dress would make me stop ignoring you, damn girl” I laugh at her.

“Thank you but I can’t do that to enzo I’d feel so bad” taking Pansy’s hand she spun me around with a small laugh

“Look, y/n you’re hot. Use that to your advantage” she stands behind me in the mirror fixing my hair and zips up the back of my dress

“What do you mean, pans?”

“Your innocence kills me. Slowly. And painfully. I mean, you could always force his attention away, that’s what I’d do to blaise”

“I really don’t need to hear about yours and blaise’s sexual…..activities” I say scrunching my nose up in fake disgust which she laughed off

“All im saying is mess around with him. Tease him, suck him off, edge him till he’s begging, literally whatever you want but don’t just wait for him to notice how damn good you look in that dress….or out of it”

BACK TO NOW:

Maybe she’s right. I look at the dress hung over the back of my chair, quickly taking it in my arms I walk into the bathroom slipping it on.

LORENZO’S POV:

Damn, I hate it when she’s right, i mean she basically always is right but still. Ugh, this book is good, I mean I can’t believe Jo just like denied Laurie and didn’t marry him and then he married Amy instead like wow….plot…fucking…..twist. I look up from my book to tell y/n that the book is bad because she can’t know I like it and she’s gone, odd.

YOUR POV:

I walk out the bathroom to stand infront of my bedroom mirror once again and see Lorenzo now lying on his back holding the book up. I sigh slightly thinking I’m going to have to resort to one of Pansy’s plans

“I look so ugly, why did I buy this dress” I huff at myself lacing my voice with some lever of sadness

“What?! Who told you that? Did someone say that to you?” His voice came out panicked and full of concern, that I felt bad for doing this.

“No one did, I just look bad” he scrambled off the bed and stood behind me, his hands on my hips rubbing small circles with his thumbs. I try and stress the smirk that’s forcing its way onto my face before he could catch on.

“Your gorgeous y/n, breathtaking” his hand runs up my body to my neck tilting my head up. Sparks fly up and down my spine when he moves my hair away from my neck. I loose track of what he’s saying as my body relaxes against his and his warm breath tickles my neck. “What are you smirking about huh?” He places a kiss to my neck. “Did you just want some attention pretty girl?” He turns me to face him while I mumble a “maybe” while heat rushes up my neck to my face. He wraps a hand around my neck making me look up at him

“You jealous of a book sweetheart? Just want me to yourself, baby?” I hum a yes, closing my eyes slightly feeling the vibrations between my neck and his hand. “How bout I show you how pretty you are? I’ll give you all my attention, yeah?” he took his hand from my neck grabbing the back of my thighs, lifting me up wrapping my legs round his waist. He kneads the skin under my hiked up dress walking me over to me bed and laying me down, hovering over me.

“We know that it had to be critical,” The reporter spoke, it's like she wanted to push the mic down my throat. “Can you tell us more about the case?” The cameras flashed into my eyes as I stood up straight to give my rehearsed answer.

“I can’t give information at the moment but I will tell you that it is nothing to worry about.” Being the front man for Tony’s company and now the Avengers, has been a piece of cake (not). I am used to the cameras and the people behind it. I am used to them not caring for personal space or taking such little information back with them. 

“If it wasn’t something to worry about then why are the avengers here?” one man screams over

“The new Captain America, the Falcon right?” Another faint voice follows

“Yeah! And the Winter Soldier! What about the others?” My face was stuck on professionalism, if it wasn’t I would have looked like a bitch right now in front of everybody here and at home.

“I understand your worries!” I raise my hand trying to calm myself to chatter. “If you give me 10 minutes I will put out a statement that will answer all your questions,” The people around me nodded and smiled. They were like dogs, you throw them enough treats and they would forget about you, but that's only for a moment. The cameras kept on flashing as I tried to step away from the crowd but it was impossible considering how the crowd consisted of bigger people with even bigger cameras.

“I got you,” I flinched, feeling someone grab my arm and as I twisted to acknowledge it, I felt calmer. The arm was stretching through the people and I recognized that arm anywhere and that voice too. I looked up and there he was, Bucky. He pushed passed, not letting go of my arm. He gave me a smile as he got close enough. “Hi.” He whispered.

“Here to save me?” I tease

“It's what I do.” He shrugs nonchalantly. His arm wraps around my waist as he starts pulling me alongside him. His other arm pushed the cameras and people out of the way. Soon the white flash was no longer, it was replaced by police lights surrounding the building. “You okay?” I shake off the disappointing expression on my face as he slides his arm away.

“Yes, thank you.” I look over and see how the reporters have scattered and then I turn back to the building. Bucky had led me past the police tape, the reporters couldn’t follow or barge in on me at any moment. “How bad was it?” I watch Bucky’s tall figure turn towards the building, broken glass and scared people being taken care of all around.

“We haven’t narrowed it down but I will say 7.” He looked over at me, maybe expecting a sort of scared face but I am numb to all of it. Years working for Tony, this can’t compare to what the world went through before.

“Out of- 50?” I joke. He shakes his head disappointed. Bucky was kind. Came from a hardship of people not trusting him and now that people look up to him, he is afraid to fail them. “Buck?” I tilt my head slightly trying to capture his eyes. “Bucky,” I said a little more sternly and finally, he lifted his head to meet my gaze. “This isn’t all on you, you know that?”

“I know.” He lets out a sigh. He looks away. I hold back a laugh, it wasn’t funny, I just find it cute when he stresses himself out about this. He is loved and it's hard for him to wrap his head around it.

“Bucky?”

“Hmm?” He still doesn’t look at me. I walk forward leaving little to no room between us. My hand moved up to cup his face and make him face me.

“We are all here to help you. You are not doing this alone, you won’t fail anyone.” I watch how his shoulders fall. His hands are still frozen to his side but a smile, his pretty smile reappears. “People who love you know that there is a person here,” Without looking down I press my palm on his chest. “Even a hero has one of these.” I could feel his heart pumping, no power needed.

“LOVEBIRDS!” I pull away, we both turn to see Sam running towards us. I could feel Bucky’s presence still close behind me. “I got intel on the group,” He pulls out his phone. “We should go back and see what we can gather on this.” He turns his phone over showing a picture.

“Flag Smashers,” Bucky read. It was a spray painted wall. The same font found in this place.

“Yep-” His sentence got cut short when a police truck pulled up. The flash mob of reporters now crowding the poor chief of police. “Seems like he’s got it handled.” He joked, turning around and walking away. My eyes stay glued to the man looking left and right for answers when he doesn’t know anything yet.

“This is going to be a long night, want to grab something to eat?” I turn my head over.

“I have to help him, Buck.” I point it out. “Atleast get him away to allow him to do his work.” He looks a little annoyed but quickly covers it. He sighs in defeat and starts walking over to the chief. “Where are you going?”

“Helping him, so I can take my girl home,” He turns his head, sending me a wink.