I look down at the text on my phone.
Losers
Peter: Guess who's staying for the weekend?!
Sam: No.
Steve: Who named the group chat "Losers"?
Peter: What do you mean no?
More importantly, how'd the test
go?
Peter: Great! I got my certification :)
But seriously, what do you mean no?
Yay!
And yah, what do you mean no?
Sam: Last time you stayed the weekend my
wings got dented and it took me three days
to get off all that web shit
Steve: Is no one going to answer?
No
What the hell happened?
Sam: Too long to type, so just no.
Wanda: You said he could use them
Sam: Use
Not ruin.
Peter: I apologized for that!
And offered to get it off, but you said no
I'm sorry Mr. Wilson
But am I really not allowed to come?
Mr. Stark said it would be ok
Happy's coming to get me later
What, yes of course you can come
Sam: No, you can't come.
I look up from my phone and glare at Sam who sits on the opposite couch from me with a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Sam if you don't stop scaring him, I will melt your wings."
He looks up and eyes me suspiciously. "You can't do that."
"Wanna bet?"
"I wouldn't test her," Bucky mumbles from beside me on the couch. My legs are splayed across his lap while he reads a book, and I send him a close-lipped smile before looking back Sam.
He watches us for a moment before looking back to his phone.
Losers
Peter: I'm getting serious mixed signals...
Guys?
Sam: I'm kidding.
When do you get here?
Peter: Ok lol...
I'm doing some Spidey-work, so it won't be till
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Reaching Out | Bucky Barnes
Ficção CientíficaY/N has always kept to herself to avoid others from discovering her abilities. After a night she would rather forget, S.H.I.E.L.D. gives Y/N two choices: stay at a S.H.I.E.L.D. facility to be monitored, or stay with the Avengers to be monitored. She...
