Clint met your eyes levelly and shook his head. “No.”
“But why not!” You yelped in a whine. “It’s not fair.”
“It’s not fair?” He cackled. “This is as fair as it gets. We
don’t upset him; he doesn’t kill us. That’s how things usually go.”
“How many times must
I say that he wouldn’t hurt anyone?” You ground out, one hand going to your
“He wouldn’t hurt you,
Y/N. There’s a difference. Or don’t you remember Berlin?”
“Why should I? Neither of us were there, doofus. That’s an
unfair argument anyway. He won’t be brainwashed this time.” You countered
frustrated and Clint sighed. You wanted to call Clint out further but you knew
that he, like the rest of the group, trusted Bucky. That no matter what they
said, they usually didn’t mean it harmfully and getting mad at them was
pointless. It was the strangers you had to keep an eye on.
“Look, I’m not gonna help. And maybe just… tone it down for
the first one? Let him get a feel for it, okay?” He rubbed his brow and gave
you a look that you meekly accepted. Clint left without a backwards glance and
you couldn’t help yourself as you rubbed your palms together.
“Toned down it shall be, toned down into a tiny morsel of
what it was before.”
“Hey, Bucky, can you crush this for me?” You asked, offering
him an empty milk bottle. He didn’t reply, just grunted assent and did the job.
“Buck, can you crush this for me?” You asked, throwing him
your smashed phone. He gave you a strange look but did so.
“Can you crush this for me, Bucky?” You asked, throwing another
milk bottle at his hand. He didn’t even look this time, instead just squeezing.
“Hey, Buck! Crush this!” You called jovially, throwing an
orange in his direction. He barely thought about it, catching the fruit with
his metal hand and squeezing. Then it exploded, juice covering his clean
clothes, face and the book he read. You cackled gleefully and threw him a damp
“Not sorry!” You grinned and he glared at you, but it was
half hearted at best. In all the time he’d been there, this was the first prank
against him. He sort of enjoyed it. Not that he enjoyed the aftermath or that
there was orange on his shirt, but the inclusion and the look on your face was
What had begun as a long planned momentary prank just kept
going. You weren’t really sure if what you were doing was okay, but he’d always
give you a gentle look, checking the thing in his palm before he focused and
destroyed whatever you’d thrown toward his left hand. He wouldn’t be tricked
It wasn’t long before he was crushing all sorts of things.
Phone chargers, microphones, chair legs, even the kettle that one time (though
Steve quickly banned breaking the appliances, with Tonys wavering support) and
there was the unspoken rule not to throw weapons at Barnes that even you
One day, you couldn’t hide a grin. You’d just found the
perfect thing to crush and were looking for the man for the job. Wanda appeared
beside you, having known the second you returned to that the game was ready for
another round (she was constantly in your head, an intimacy she offered right
back to you, as much as it weirded the others out).
whispered silently and you froze, foot almost visible through the arch to the
“You should just tell her. Or kiss her. It’d have the same
message.” Steve laughed and you heard grumbling.
“I can’t just assume she feels the same way. That’s not fair
at all. And if I said something and she didn’t feel the same way, then what?
Nothing would be normal again. I need normal.” Bucky growled sullenly and you
couldn’t hold in your snort as you shook off Wandas staying hand and walked
into the room.
“We all need normal like we need a hole in our heads.” You
agreed, offering up the rock. Bucky gave you a horrified and confused look.
Steve himself looked a little confused but he followed it up with a question.
“A hole in your head is a bad thing…?” He said slowly and
“You say through a giant hole in your head.” You grinned at
him triumphantly, eyes meeting Wandas ones briefly to share the amusement. You
looked back to Bucky. “So?”
He seemed even more confused by the prompting, and afraid.
Gently, your reached out and put the rock into his metal palm, closing his
digits around the stone and giving him a begging look.
“How long were you eaves dropping for, Y/N?” Steve asked
dubiously, and James seemed to deflate.
“Long enough to know that James here has a fearful crush on
a mystery girl. But that can take a backseat becau-“ You faltered to find he’d
already broken the stone, it having fallen apart into six pieces, the insides
of which were covered in black gems. You’d missed the actual crushing.
“Oh look, it’s you.” You gestured to the broken stone and
gave him a small smile. He seemed to blink at the broken geode. “See, it’s all
dirty and rock looking on the outside but inside its pretty and beautiful. I
mean, sure it’s a bit jagged but you’ve been through a lot, so my metaphor is
He blinked at you and you patted his shoulder gently as his
“You’re right Wandy, let’s go watch some more Avatar.” You
announced, alert to the way her thoughts had listed slightly in that direction.