“Hey team,” you called out with a smile as you walked through the firehouse.
Your friend was a firefighter and you had decided to bring him lunch. Considering this was the usual for you, it didn’t seem out of place.
Some of the firefighters waved. A few ruffled your hair, causing you to scrunch your nose. You slowed down when you reached your friend’s best friend on the squad.
“Hey Wilson,” you greeted with a smirk. “Hey kid,” he replied with a wide grin. “I don’t suppose you know where Steve-o’s at, do you?” He arched a challenging brow. “I don’t suppose you got some extra grub?”
You smirked, hand already reaching into the fast food bag.
“Pssh, you know it.”
Wilson chuckled before catching the food you tossed. He made grunts of approval as he unwrapped the burger. You smirked.
“You’ll get the curly fries when you give me my info,” you teased. “Rogers and Romanoff were called in by the Chief. Should be out in a minute.” “Thanks Sammy,” you drawled before handing him the fries.
You left Wilson to himself as you headed further into the station. You made your way upstairs and toward the break room. Shaking your head, you placed the bag for Steve on the counter. Despite it being a firehouse, they had a nice kitchen.
You snagged a fry and chomped. However, you stopped mid-smirk when you caught sight of a new firefighter…topless. He looked as though he had just finished working out. His brunet hair waved a little in front of his face. You couldn’t help but stare. He quickly caught sight of you.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to be here,” he told you in confusion. “Trust me,” you mumbled, “I do not care if it’s wrong.”
The man chuckled. He licked his lips before raising his curious gaze back to you. You bit your lip slightly. Sighing, you decided to answer him.
“I’m friends with Rogers. Brought him lunch,” you paused, “I thought I knew everyone in this unit.” The man grinned. “Transfer from Brooklyn, actually.” You arched a playful brow. “Am I supposed to call you that?” He chuckled again. “You’re real funny, you know that?” “I try,” you shrugged. “James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky.” “Bucky, huh?” you asked, “Well, it’s real nice to meet you.” “Y/N? Did I see Wilson with a burger and fries?”
You turned with a smile. Steve was heading your way. You snatched the bag and held it up for him.
“Probably, Steve-o. But, no worries, he only has the decoy.”
Steve chuckled before taking the bag. He went to sit down when he caught sight of the transfer. He beamed.
“You two have met,” he commented, “That’s great!” You arched a brow. “Why’s that? No offense, Buck.” “Non taken.”
It was Steve’s turn to shoot Bucky a questioning glance. The transfer just shrugged. motioning to you slightly.
“Bucky and I go way back,” Steve explained, “He usually only lets people he’s known a while to call him Bucky.” “Is that so?” you asked with a smirk. “Hey, you were checking me out,” he countered.
You chuckled. You gave Steve a peck on the cheek. Bucky averted his gaze.
“Enjoy lunch,” you told him, turning to leave, “Oh, and give Buck-o my number for me?”
You smirked as you watched his surprised reaction. It swiftly turned into a sly grin. He whipped his shirt off his neck as he turned. Steve just chuckled before biting into his sandwich. Just before you were out of range, you decided to call back.
“And tell him I’m free most Fridays!” “I got it,” Steve called back, “You owe me, Buck.” “Yeah I do.”
For anon…reader is mutant as requested (I just called her enhanced since that’s what the Avengers call them). Enjoy!
Y/N grit her teeth as she listened to the man standing at the end of the table. So far, it seemed like he had just come to blame the Avengers for the state of the world. More specifically, he seemed politically motivated. This was why Y/N was seething in her chair. Wanda was quick to pick up on it.
“I think it would be in your best interest to be quiet,” Wanda advised the man. The man’s eyes widened. “What? How dare you? This is exactly the behavior I have been talking about! All of you have no respect for authority from anyone who isn’t an ‘Avenger’! You’re all reckless and need to be held accountable for this! You are not above the law!”
That did it. Y/N slammed her fist on the table while standing. Recognizing the signs, Tony shot a glance toward both Nat and Steve. The red head nodded before hurrying out of the room. As she spoke, Y/N’s energy became more and more visible, and just as deadly.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” she screamed. “Excuse me-” “Shut up!” Wanda hissed. “You are trying to restrict the only people who have the capability to save the others,” Y/N continued without missing a beat, “And they do it for nothing! You certainly don’t pay them! Why else would they risk their lives if the only thing they get in return is criticism and hate?!”
Realizing the worsening situation, Clint snagged Wanda, Vision, and Sam out of the room. She barely noticed as she continued to rant.
“Tony freaking forced a missile into outer space knowing full well he could die! Steve, Sam, and Nat dismantled a corrupt corporation with the power to kill millions! Don’t even get me started on the others! And what did they get? HATE from greedy, narcissistic people, like you!” “Y/N!”
Her head snapped toward the door. Bucky was watching with wide eyes. Y/N’s power was now circling her entire body, crackling like electrical shocks. The man that had been reprimanding them was cowering on the floor.
The former assassin was at her side. Gently, he placed his hands on both sides of her head.
“Y/N,” he whispered, “Let it go.” She snapped her gaze back to the man. “He’s not worth it,” Bucky continued, “You’ll only prove his point.”
Keeping her eyes on Bucky, she nodded. Together, the pair took in long and deep breaths. Eventually, Y/N closed her eyes as her breathing evened out. The energy and power that had been surrounding her dissipated until it couldn’t even be felt at all. Bucky offered a small smile.
“There ya go, doll,” he encouraged, “You’re better than him.” She gripped his hand with a smile. “Thanks Buck.”
Her expression became serious as she faced the man. Without moving forward, she decided to speak to him again.
“If you are so desperate to get us locked away, then you aren’t for the people,” she stated unnervingly calmly, “And the people aren’t as stupid as you’d like to think.”
With a small, smug grin, Thor walked over to the cowering man. He held out a hand. Still a little shaken, he feebly grabbed onto Thor. The Asgardian sent a small smile toward his friend.
“I think it’s best if you left.”
The man nodded hastily before speeding out of the building. Y/N kept her gaze slightly low. She cleared her throat.
“I…I’m sorry. It’s been awhile since something made me that upset,” she apologized, “I should’ve kept myself in check.” “Are you kidding?” Tony asked, “You just scared some sense into the guy!” “And that is not an easy task,” Sam chuckled. “Plus, it was kind of entertaining,” Nat added.
Bucky gave her hand a tight squeeze. She gave him an appreciative smile. Her focus returned to her friends.
“Regardless, I’ll try not to almost blow up the building,” she told them. “Well, if ya do, we’ll grab Buck again,” Steve teased. “Thanks,” she drawled.
Though she felt a bit of shame for loosing her cool, she was happy her friends were looking out for her. She was especially grateful for Bucky. Somehow, he had always been the one able to calm her down. If he were honest with himself, Bucky took a bit of pride in that.
Tony couldn’t seep. Sometimes he managed a few hours if he was tired enough, so usually he went to the gym and worked out until he was exhausted. Tonight, though, he found the gym already occupied: Barnes, with his hair tied up, working steadily at the heavy bag. Normally Tony would make an awkward comment and leave him to it, but instead he just heads for the opposite side of the gym. After setting up at one of the far treadmills, Tony worked his way to a easy run. Barnes was laying his fists rhythmically into the bag, and the quiet thumping was sort of strangely soothing. Between the running and the thumping, Tony slipped into a near-trancelike state.
And then Barnes let out an ungodly howl, drew back his left fist, and slammed it straight through the heavy bag with a roar of, “DIE A THOUSAND BURNING DEATHS!”
Tony fell off the treadmill, scrambled to his feet, and booked it to the elevator.
holy shit you guys there was a spider on my punching bag !!! thanks to my many years of combat experience & martial arts training things are okay now