Rebuilt

Chapter 4

"What if they are part of the big three?" Sam asked quickly messing with parts of Redwing. I turned to him with a confused look. Big three what the fuck is the big three

Reading my mind Bucky asked "the big three?" Well it was more of a statement question. Question-statement I don't know I had inadequate schooling.

"THE big three."

"What big three?"

"Androids, aliens and wizards." Sam explained. My head ached just listening to them. I now officially understood why they didn't like eachother because they were both incredibly annoying. Yes I love Sam like a brother...I would have payed him to shut up.

"That's not a thing."

"Its definitely a thing."

"Its not."

"Everytime we fight it's usually one of the three." Sam exclaimed. Well I mean they fought each other...the time when everyone just needed a hug.

"Who are you fighting now...Gandalf?" Buck joked. Gandalf. Who is Gandalf.

"How do you know about Gandalf." Who the fuck is Gandalf.

"I don't know about Gandalf." I interjected with my hand up. Both Sam and Bucky looked at me as if I just shot a new born baby in the face."No okay...proceed." I pulled my hand down awkwardly and felt my face go red. I have no idea why I got so embarrassed but I did.

"Well I read the Hobbit...in 1937 when it just came out." Bucky sounded as if he was boasting. I have no idea he is like...the oldest person I know.

"So you see my point." Sam changed the subject. This whole conversation was truly painful.

"No...I don't there are no wizards."

"Dr Strange."

"He is a sorcerer...he made that very clear." I butted in again remembering when we met him when we fought the purple nutsack.

"Ah haha haha a sorcerer is a wizard without a hat." Sam suggested as though he was the smartest person in the entire universe. Like Sam...honey...have you ever met Charles Xavier...its almost scary. "Think about it I'm right...I just thought about that on the top of my head...crazy righ- anyway that's not the point...these guys aren't magical alright they use brute force just like you...the incredibly annoying guy I front of me with a staring problem." Sam rambled on. I rolled my eyes dramatically before walking towards the jet I assumed was ours expecting them to follow...and they did.

"Oh Y/n...we got somethin' for you." Sam called from behind me. Well other than a headache what else could he or...both of them give me.

"Tell me on the plane." I dismissed walking onto the plane. I probably sounded like such an asshole but I honestly didn't care. I am a mother with an 106 year old super soldier hunk...I'm allowed to be a bit tired of life.

"Oh yeah that's cool aswell." I heard Sam say from behind me but I kept on walking. "She is still mean...I mean it makes sense she is datin' a scary assassin."

"Ex-assassin Sam...I don't kill anyone anymore...I have a family." Bucky's faint voice said from behind me. I mean that is pretty sweet. Sam already knew about Bucky's stopping in murder. Well he wasn't the murderer the Winter Soldier was but my point is that Sam knew that and he had the audacity to comment on that aspect of his past. Despite my frustration I chose to ignore the comments he made. I don't even know why I got so riled up about it I think I was just stressed about...like everything.

We all piled onto the empty jet which was clad in boxes and useless shit that I had no idea what it was. Okay that sentence didn't really make sense but you know what I mean. Sam and Bucky took the seats opposite eachother just glaring at one and another. I just stood up leaning on a box watching both of their little staring competition. "Uh Sam what did you say you had for me." I spoke up trying my hardest to get rid of the awkward tension. I HATE awkward silences.