Urgent Care part 2/(??)
A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!
Word Count: 2852
“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.
“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.
“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.
“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.
“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.
“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.
“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”
“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”
“Well, based on the fact that I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”
“Anthony will not be joining you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can’t get along, I’ll never know.”
“It’s because they’re so incredibly alike that they can’t come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”
“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They’ve known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”
Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.
It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He’s standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.
“Careful,” I warn. “You might crack the screen jabbing at it like that.”
Steve’s shoulders jump slightly, the only indication that I was able to startle him. He slowly looks around before catching sight of me and smiling sheepishly. “About time you got here. I thought you were going to bail on me there for a bit.”
“Nah, I wouldn’t do that. I’d just make you wait till you decided to just leave without me and suddenly appear, as if out of nowhere, and scare the crap out of you.”
“It seems like you’ve already done that.”
I smirk at him. “I rest my case.”
Steve rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is there anything you have to grab before we leave?”
“Yeah, just a sec.” I turn away from him and cup my hands around my mouth. “HEY, FREDDY.”
“WHAT.” The response comes almost instantly.
“YOU STILL GOT THAT DUFFLE I GAVE YOU JUST IN CASE.”
“I NEED IT.”
“OKAY,” The hangar falls silent for a moment. “JUST GIMME A SEC TO FIND IT.”
“COOL, NO RUSH.”
“No rush?” Steve questions, one eyebrow arched questioningly.
“He literally only needs one second,” I say, holding out my hand in time to catch the handles of a brown, canvas duffle bag. “THANKS, MAN.”
“ANY TIME, (Y/N).”
“Who the hell is that?” Steve asks.
“That’s Freddy. He’s cool.” I answer, slinging the bag over my shoulder and heading into the quinjet.
“How did he do that?”
“He’s an inhuman, but he doesn’t want anyone knowing about it, okay? You tell anyone what you saw, and you won’t be able to move for a month.” I warn.
“How do you know then?”
“Well, it’s simple really. He and I were in the same room when a terrigen crystal fell on the floor and shattered. We went through the mists together.” I toss my bag onto a seat along the wall of the jet before turning around, hands on my hips, to face Steve. “He and I are well versed in the ways you Avengers types react to new people with powers. The only reason I was confident in you knowing what I could do is because I worked closely enough with you for you to know that I wouldn’t misuse my gift. So, don’t tell anyone, alright? The threat still stands.”
Steve holds up his hands in surrender and steps around me to reach the pilot’s chair. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Good.” I nod resolutely and take my seat a short ways away from him. “Whaddaya think Bucharest is like this time of year?”
“Ma’am, have you seen this man before?” I ask the kind looking old woman manning a produce stand.
“Oh yes!” The woman answers happily. “In fact, he was just here a few hours ago! He buys produce from my sister and I every couple of days or so. Such a kind young man.” She blinks up at me a few times, her brows knitting together. “Is he in trouble?”
“Not at all! He helped out my friend a few years back and I was hoping I could thank him.”
“What a nice child you are. Please let him know I said hello!”
“I’ll be sure to!”
I quickly cross the street to meet a poorly disguised Steve at a coffee cart.
“Yes, you look like Steve Rogers in a baseball cap and aviators.” Steve scowls at me. “Aren’t they supposed teach you how to blend in in the army? Not even in S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
“(Y/N).” He says, his tone warning.
I roll my eyes and shove my hands in my pockets. “The nice old lady at the produce stand says she saw him a few hours ago. He’s definitely here, I just don’t know where he’s staying.”
“Not even an approximate location?” I shake my head. “Didn’t your contact give you any information?”
“I never asked for specifics, okay? I didn’t think I’d be stuck with you on this mission. This was supposed to be a field trip for you and Wilson or whoever it is your besties with these days.”
“Well Sam’s not here, so I need your help with this.” Steve says gruffly. “Is there anyone else you could possibly find that might know where he is?”
I scowl at the ground, trying to think for a moment. “He’s lost an arm, right?”
“Yes, his left one. Why?”
“Everyone has a different energy and, if I concentrate, I can see the shapes of their energies. His prosthetic should have a different signature than the rest of his body or, if we’re really lucky, it won’t have any signature at all.” Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the rough concrete of the sidewalk.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m concentrating really, really hard.” I snap. “If you interrupt again, I’ll put you on your ass, and you know I can’t carry you back to the quinjet.”
Steve backs away from me, hands held out in surrender.
I take a deep breath and press my hands more firmly to the concrete, and close my eyes.
Slowly releasing the breath I was holding, I extend the reach of my power through the city, searching for Bucky’s unique energy signature.
It’s easy to pinpoint several types of signatures right off the bat. Men, women and children are the easiest, followed by pregnant people, who have two energies mixed inside them. There are hundreds of thousands of people in this city and the sheer number of them is overwhelming.
In my search I see several amputees, all of them missing different limbs, some of them having lost more than one. Thankfully, there’s only one signature that could be the man I’m looking for. Their energy is a silver blue that vacillates between dull and blindingly bright. A dull dark gray sits in the place where their left arm should be and I know I’ve found our man.
“I’ve got him.” I announce, pushing myself off the ground and brushing my hands off on my jeans.
“What?” Steve asks, dumbfounded.
“I said I found your boyfriend, Rogers.” A dark blush spreads across his cheeks.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and refuses to look at me.
“Really?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.
“He’s not!” He insists. I shake my head and he glares at me. “Can we please just go find him?”
I snort and nod once. “Yeah, sure, his apartment building is this way.” I say, jerking my thumb over my shoulder and turning on my heel, not bothering to wait for him before walking off.
We make it about five blocks before I have to stop and hone in on Bucky’s energy signature again. From what I can tell, we’re about a block and a half away from his building and he hasn’t moved much since I last checked on him, which seems a bit odd.
“You’re making a face,” Steve observes.
“Your friend hasn’t moved since I last checked in on him fifteen minutes ago.” My brow furrows. “Does that seem strange to you?”
“It does,” Steve’s eyes travel up the height of the apartment building. “What floor is he on?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on Bucky’s energy. “Tenth Floor, second door off the staircase.”
Steve nods before walking off down the pavement, shoulders set, his pace quite fast.
I heave out a sigh and take off after him, having to jog just to keep up with him. At the pace Steve has set we make it to the apartment building in about five minutes.
Steve bursts through the door and hurtles up the stairs and I have to work to stay even just one flight behind him. Luckily enough I manage to tap into the energy I had stored up and take the stairs a two or three at a time, just barely managing to stay on his tail.
As soon as we hit the fifteenth floor, I put a hand on Steve’s chest to keep him from rushing into the room.
“What?” he hisses.
I hold a finger to my lips. “Someone else is in there with him.” I whisper. “They’re both throwing off weird energy.”
“What are we supposed to do?”
“You kick in the door, I’ll take out whoever’s in there. I won’t hurt Barnes, but I can’t make any promises about the other person.”
Steve nods before slamming his boot against the door just about where the deadbolt would be.
The door crashes open with such force that the door knob lodging in the drywall when it makes contact.
As soon as I’m through the door I see a stout blond man, red book in hand, reading off a list of what I can only assume is gibberish, until I see Bucky on his hands and knees on the floor, breathing heavily, teeth gritted and eyes squeezed shut. The blond man then registers as a threat and I slap my hand against the back of his neck and tighten my grip, draining him of enough energy to cause him to pass out.
Once he’s crumpled to the floor I zip tie his hands and feet together before making my way over to Bucky who’s still on the floor taking deep gasping breaths, trying to calm himself.
I place a gentle hand on his shoulder only to have him whip his head to the side to look at me, his eyes wild. I can feel his heart racing, adrenaline coursing through his body, so I siphon off a little bit of the excess energy his body is throwing off in an attempt to calm him down. His shoulders almost immediately relax and the tension in his jaw loosens. When his breathing slows, I remove my hand from his shoulder, breaking the connection, and motion for Steve to come in.
Steve all but falls to his knees beside his friend, placing almost unsure hands on his shoulders. Bucky slowly lifts his head, his eyes dragging up Steve’s chest and over his face before meeting his eyes. Steve looks at him apprehensively, worry entirely evident in his body language.
“Steve?” Bucky croaks.
“Yeah, Buck, it’s me.” Steve says, eyes misting over. “Are you alright?”
“What-” His voice cracks and he has to stop and take a deep breath before he can continue. “What are you doing here?”
“I had to find you.” Steve says simply. “From what I can tell, it’s a good thing we showed up when we did.” Bucky’s only response is a half-hearted smirk.
The man on the floor begins to stir and I place my hand on the floor, searching out his energy signature and draining a little bit of excess energy and causing him to pass out again.
“How… how did you do that?” Bucky asks.
“I’m an inhuman. I can manipulate stored energy.” His eyes widen in fear and I hold up my hands defensively. “I’m not dangerous, I promise. I work with him.” I say, nodding my head to Steve.
Steve nods in affirmation. “She mainly works in the medbay. She’s not going to do anything to hurt you.”
“Alright.” He says, still eyeing me warily.
“What did that guy want with you?” Steve asks. I shoot him a look filled with warning and he chooses to ignore it.
“I don’t know.” Bucky shakes his head. “I just know he had the red book and that he wanted to reactivate me. And before you ask, no, I don’t know why.”
Steve nods his head in acceptance. “Okay.”
Now that the crisis has been averted I look around the apartment. In all honesty, there isn’t much to look at.
There’s a small kitchen with outdated appliances, slightly cluttered countertops and an island separating it from the rest of the one room apartment. There’s a small pile of notebooks on top of the fridge with what looks to be candy bars surrounding the pile. A mattress with practically nothing on it sits in the corner and a small set of shelves sits a short ways away with a few cinder blocks next to it. What they’re they’re for, I’m not entirely sure I want to know.
“Why are you hiding here?” I ask, turning my eyes back to Bucky.
“I didn’t think anyone would look for me here. I guess I was wrong.” He answers. “How did you even find me?”
“A few Inhumans in the area contacted me when they found out that Steve was looking for you.” I fold my legs underneath me and place my hands on my thighs. “I had no idea I was going to be here, but I’m glad I was.”
“Thank you for stopping him.” Bucky nods to me, sitting back on his calves, his breathing having finally slowed to a normal pace.
“Speaking of,” I shuffle over to the unconscious man on the floor and pat him down, looking for any form of identification. It doesn’t take me long to find his wallet. “Says here is name is Helmut Zeemo. Military. He’s from… oh fuck me.”
“Steve, he’s from Sokovia.” Flipping up one of the flaps in the wallet I find a family photo and my throat goes dry. “He had a family.”
“Do you think they were…” Steve trails off, looking at his hands. They’re trembling slightly. “Do you think they were there when the city came down?”
“Well… Didn’t Peggy say something about a bomb having been found at the UN when the Accords conference was set to happen?”
Steve stares at me blankly. “She did. Do you think this could have anything to do with that?”
“Steve, I realize you’re blond, but I know you’re not stupid.” He just gives me the same blank look and I roll my eyes. “Most of the team was supposed to be at the conference. If he blames the Avengers for his family’s deaths, then it would make sense for him to try to take them out as revenge.”
“So you think that when he failed at the UN he tried to go after people we consider family?”
I nod. “And he went after Bucky because of his affiliation with Hydra.”
“What are you trying to say?” Bucky asks.
“She’s saying that he wanted to use you to destroy the avengers and make it look like you did it of your own free will.” Steve answers. “As long as he’s the only person who knows about that book, then it would appear as though you actually wanted to attack us instead of you being controlled.”
“Oh.” Bucky murmurs.
“One question, Mr. Barnes,”
“What would that be?”
“Would you consider returning to New York with us? For safety’s sake, of course.”
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