goodness gracious this took me so long i literally started it weeks ago

Siniy (Intro)

A/N: hey y’all! this is a new series that i started working on all the way in December, but never got around to publishing. Idk why it took me so long, but I really like this story so far. Siniy means “blue” in Russian and it’s of super importance throughout the story! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah

Siniy: Reader is an Avenger with her good friends, but unlike them, she’s not a demi god, millionaire, super soldier, or a science experiment. She’s got a whole other dilemma: she’s not of this world. Things happen, and she finds herself on the run with Team Cap in Bucharest, along with catching the eye of Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Flashbacks of violence. That’s literally it lol. 

The way you met Natasha Romanoff, your dearest friend, was by complete accident. Or so you think, she always counters with the whole “fate” belief, but you knew better. 

It was perfect example of being in the right place at the right time. Had you not been there, she probably wouldn’t have been alive today and she made sure you knew that.

It was 2012. You were just eighteen years old at the time and had only been in New York City for three years. It was supposed to be a normal day for you like always. You had just spent the day skipping class to rid yourself of the bullies that followed you around like you always did. You boarded the subway east like you always did.

But that day was far from regular.

Unlike usual, you took a second to read a text you had gotten from your brother. You stopped in the middle of the crowded street and covered your phone with your hand, trying to make out the content.The sounds of a Paramore song blaring loudly through your headphones blocked out most of the noise from the city. As you processed the meme your brother had sent you, that’s when you heard it.It similar to a thunder storm, only there was not one cloud in sight that day. Suddenly, that’s when they came from the sky.

The Chitauri.

And they attacked everything in sight.

You took shelter in one of the antique shops with a few other citizens, watching as the famous Black Widow fall from one of the flying alien air crafts and landing onto a destroyed car below. You winced as she landed on the metal, her head slamming against it with a loud crack. Seeing her state of vulnerability, one of the Chitauri shot at the bottom of a fire escape behind her, causing one of the latches to fly off with a loud sound and slowly begin its descent towards her.

It was pure instinct. You had absolutely no intentions of exposing yourself, but you couldn’t just let her die there. She was an Avenger, the world needed her.

Before you knew it, you were lying on top of her. Instead of the antique shop you once stood in, you both were on the other side of the block, far from the broken fire escape that was now nothing but a pile of rubble on top of the car.

You blinked, and this time, you were standing.

Her blue eyes stared up at you, wide with shock and confusion as she tried to piece two and two together. One minute she was lying on the concrete, waiting for the metal to crush her, then the next, she was on an entirely different street. How was this possible?

You, some random person, had saved her life.

But at a price.

By now, people had come out of the antique shop, amongst various other stores as well, and began gathering around the two of you in a small crowd. Who was this mysterious girl that had just saved Black Widow? And how did she get there in the nick of time?

“Who are you?” She asked, her eyes focused on you and taking in your unnatural blue hair and eyebrows. Her eyes widened even more as she noticed the small, baby blue freckles peppered across your nose. She instantly realized that she had asked the wrong question. What were you?

You blushed at the sudden attention and placed the small beanie you wore back onto your head. You were caught red handed this time and everyone had already seen your face.

Instead of answering, you backed away slowly, eyeing all the people around you warily. They all began whispering to each other in hushed voices, pointing in your direction. You could hear their thoughts as they came to you as though they were being spoken out loud.

Who is she?

Is she an Avenger, too?

What’s up with her hair?

Is she one of those mutants?

How did she get to her so fast?

Being the king of person you were, you did the only rational thing you thought of at the time.

You ran.

It was a week later and you were a nervous wreck each time the doorbell or house phone rang.

New York was in the process of being rebuilt by the government, along with Tony Stark and the Avengers, who was gracious enough. The aftermath of their battle had left the city in crumbles, much to the President’s dismay.

You, on the other hand, had completely shut out what happened a week ago and you prayed it would stay that way. Nobody had gotten any pictures of you which meant that the internet was a safe place. They had no way of contacting or finding you, which was good so far.

You had no intentions of being found. Patricia, your adoptive mother had gone through so much already with moving your family here. She loved New York, and you didn’t want to mess that up once again. There were over eight million people in New York City, not to mention there were probably thousands of girls with blue hair. What are the odds of SHIELD finding you? Slim to none!

You thought about the previous events absentmindedly as you grabbed your bag and headed out the front door of your family’s apartment. You tried to reassure yourself that, with all that happened, you were probably out of the woman’s head by now. She probably didn’t even remember you.

Boy, how you were wrong.

It took you few seconds to notice her, as she was standing at the bottom steps outside of your apartment, waiting silently. You just assumed she was either a neighbor or waiting for someone, which wasn’t unusual. But as soon as you planted your feet on the sidewalk, you froze.

She was a lot smaller than you’d seen from the videos on YouTube and you were a pretty tall girl, but with her killer looks and curves, you were instantly reminded what she was capable of. And you were reminded of how you heavily resembled a linguine noodle.

A frightened linguine noodle, to be exact.

“You know,” she says, stepping closer to you. “You’re quite hard to find, kid. Turns out there’s exactly six thousand and twenty girls in this city with blue hair. But only one with matching eyebrows, too.” 

You let out a nervous laugh as you backed away, peering over your shoulder.

“Look, Miss Black Widow Lady,” you spoke, peering up at your apartment warily. “My mom and brother cannot find out about this! She’d lose her mind if she found out I’m not keeping a low profile!” You sounded like one of those overly-dependent children you saw on Dr. Phil and she smirked with amusement.

“I’m not here to out you, kid. I’m here to offer you a job.”

Your eyes could have shot out of your skull with how hard you were staring at the redheaded woman. “A job?” you questioned, raising your eyebrows in suspicion. “Doing what?”

“Joining the Avengers. Stark was really curious when I told him about my near death experience with you.”

“Stark,” I say. “You mean Tony Stark? Playboy millionaire son of Howard Stark?

“Well, yeah,” she says with a playful eye roll. “I don’t think there’s any other guys with the same name out there. What do you say, Y/N? Are you in?”

She held out her hand, but you just stared at her like the dork you were. There was the possibility she was just completely bamboozling you and just here to lead you to your arrest or something worse, but she seemed completely honest.

But at the same time, Patricia would shit bricks if she found out. You promised her you’d try your best to stay out of trouble, but here you were, about to not only break that promise, but go against everything you stood for. How could you explain it to her once she found out? Everyone knew who the Avengers were. Everyone.

You bit your lip as you stared at her hand. You were very tempted to meet Tony Stark, though. You may or may not have had a crush on the guy as a child. That and if she was telling the truth, you’d be able to be a part of something great for once and not hide your true nature. you’d be with people like you.

With a deep breath, you shook her hand.  



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i met george tho

okaaaay i’ll try my best to write it all out here but i’m a wee bit drunk now so lmao we’ll see how it goes!!

sooo to preface i was super sad all day like idk it kinda dawned on me i’d never meet them lmao and i was super emo literally all day it’s stupid but w/e i was sad and at work and work sucked. but decided fuck it, even if there are a ton of fans at nbc for the fallon taping i’ll just go anyway??  so i went and met with some friends and we waited around for about an hour and there were like 20 of us, and eventually they came out to the van and everyone rushed matty obvs so i went to ross who was like, idk why but somehow directly in front of me lmao i was like, oh, hi ross? like… wyd there mate. and we took a quick photo and my friend victoria was like, AAAAA GEORGE IS GETTING IN THE VAN WE GOTTA GO TALK TO HIM BEFORE HE GOES. but he was just putting his suitcase/gear in and then came back out for a smoke and so we were just standing there talking for a bit. ok but like first lmao inside nbc i was like “haha i’m gonna do something stupid like puke or try to shake his hand or something” and then when we went up to him victoria was like GEORGE THIS IS KATIE and i immediately went in to shake hi shand lmao fuck is wrong with me???????? i looked at my hand and was like “wow that’s really stupid i joked about doing that and then i did it i’m an idiot” and he was laughing and shook my hand whatevr i’m so dumb??

anywho we got pics with them and then we were just chatting and we asked about that cover song that he and hann supposedly did and he was like.. uhh.. ME? SINGING? lmao and acted like that’d never happen in his life. and we talked about it for a bit and he was like “did i at least sound good?” lmao fukcjfigjerd idiot lmgdriejdfij so yeah #confirmed that song is not him sorry for the false alarm sorry for killing the fantasy 

aaaand we’d heard from a friend that they were planning some super secret thing that night at the popup so we were like “hey so we heard…. are you guys gonan be at the popup tonight? can we come?” and he was like.. errrrrr ummmm… errr???? ask jamie?? and then we had to let some other people talk to him bc we’d taken so much of his time already. so we went to jamie as they were getting in the van and asked and he was like YEAH COME AT 8.

…tho didn’t give us the address FUCKGINCF STILL!!?!?!

just told us orchard street. so we went to orchard street and walked up and down the block looking around and then literally stumbled upon a window with the UGH! sign in pink hanging there like, lmao guess we found it? and i immediately texted julia like BITHC GET YOUR ASs?????????? HERE????? which she did obvs. and were waiting around and like 30 min later they tweeted the address. so we waited around for like..?? 2.5 hours? they showed up and went inside and were setting shit up and then they let us in quite awhile later, and there were maybe about 30 people there. like i guess it was just something like.. they’d tweet the address and whoever the first 30 ppl are are the most dedicated if they had been intent on camping out overnight? that’s what it seemed like. so we just went in like.. 30 of us and then they locked the doors, and then security was like, “ok so the boys are upstairs. we’re gonna take u up 10 at a time and you’ll have 5-10 minutes to just hang out, look around at the art and chat with the guys.” so we went as the last group and when we went upstairs matty was just like sitting on the bartop swinging his legs fukc girjeid lmao it was so cute? and the guys were just hanging out, it was like this tiny room?? with just ten fans in there and the guys and jamie and some photographers and ppl from interscope.

so yeah we went to take photos of the artwork and lights and matty ran up to us to chat (literally ran up to julia lmao i didn’t actually speak to him at all?) and then i went to george to chat obvs..? like.. duh lmao

soo i was like, hey again ! 

thennnn i was like, “ok so this is probably really stupid.. but i guess people probably tell you a lot of stupid shit, so whatever. you had this quote in an interview a few weeks ago where you were saying like, when meeting fans you always ask them if they want ‘the good stuff’ meaning just to meet matty, and like…. honestly… FUCK OFF WITH THAT, GEORGE? FUCK OFF?” and he was cracking up like i didn’t mean to tell him to fuck off lmao but there you go. and he was laughing and was like, “i mean, it was mostly.. kind of a joke i guess?” and i was like “okay well, still, i just want to make sure you know you’re also the good stuff, and obviously there are so many people who rush matty bc he’s the frontman but just know that so many of us appreciate everything you do and know all of the hard work you put in?” and he was gracious and grateful and humble and high as motherfuck like.. so high lmfaooooooo whoops

but yeah victoria came up shortly after and i was like OMG VICTORIA PULL UP THE SONG?? and she pulled up the stupid sambuca boy song and we were like, “okay so is this where your twitter name was from?” and he was like.. what.. no? this is so obscure? lmao and started going on about how it’s a stupid inside joke with english producers.. about sambuca. and he listened to it and was literally jamming and didn’t want to give her phone back. and then he was commenting how she had like 25k unread emails and was trying to show her how to delte them lmao what the ufkc.?? anyways. so rachel and julia came up and we were talking about how he’s tall and he was slouching against the bar prob to cater to me tbh and then stood up fully and grew like 1.5 feet it was so extra gtg

idr the order of this but at one point george reached out and poked my collar and was like “is that sandro?” bc i was wearing my sandroxreebok sweatshirt and i was like “oh, yeah.” and he was like “i’ve got the tshirt version!” and i was like… lmao bithc me too fukc i obviously know…… god 

end me tho why u gotta be poking me gjdifijcvij bye

anyway we tried taking over the aux cable with the sambuca boy song but then we started getting kicked out lmfaoooooo took a bunch of pics had a bunch of hugs, matty randomly ran up to me at the end and gave a big squeeze even tho i hadn’t talked to him at all and then we were leaving and i was like “ok see you next week in brixton!” and george grabbed my arm while i was leaving and was like “wait you’re coming to london??!” and i was like.. mmm yeah lmfao and he was like.. RIGH TON. literally he was like squinty smiling and said “RIGHT ON” who the fukc….

then i went outside and cried but w/e