War of hearts.
(A/n sorry this took so long.)
(Y/n Pov)
"Okay, y/n anyone caught your eye recently?" Natasha asks, sitting with Wanda, Yelana, me, and Sam although he isn't a girl he LOVES gossip. All in a circle with popcorn and snacks in the centre.
"Nope." I grab a handful of popcorn.
"Come on girl there has to be someone!" Sam pushes for an awnser.
"Not yet." I admit.
"How about we explain the relationships of the team. I am dating Vision, you haven't met him yet." Wanda awnsers my question before I even say it.
"I may or may not like Steve." Natasha chimes in.
"Me and Yelana are single pringles." Sam laughs.
"I'm just saying, I only stay for a little bit before I go again, I come here to see Nat. No time for relationships." Yelana explains. "That reminds me, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Already?" Natasha exclaims.
"Sorry Nat." Yelana confidentiality replys.
"Maybe we should go out next time, find someone for you guys." Wanda suggests while putting a movie on called '10 things I hate about you'.
"Yes! I love this film." Sam shouts.
We are half way through the film and Natasha shows how this film is romanticising the disgusting behaviour of boys. "Honestly any boy that bets on a girl or is getting paid to go put with her is a monster. Like do they not have any respect?" She rants.
"It worked out in the end though. Didn't it?" Sam defends the film.
"I'm with Nat on this one. There was I guy I dated years ago but he used me as a bet, $10. I felt horrible." Wanda takes a handful of popcorn, throws one piece into the air and catches it in her mouth.
"Fine! It isn't great, but you gotta admit it's a cute trope." Sam pouts before laughing and spilling the popcorn everywhere. "Ohh! That reminds me. Yelana get the ship list out, we got one person to add." He has a cheeky grin on his face.
Yelana hands a piece of paper to him from behind a book. "This is crazy."
"Write her name. Write it." Natasha repeats in excitement.
"Ah, y/n. This is a ship list, we write everyone in the tower and ship them with others in the tower." Wanda explains.
"Hey Nat, I think we should pair her with Bucky." Sam giggles into Natasha's ear.
"No!" I laugh.
"How could you hear that?" Sam questions in shock.
"Super soldier, remember?"
"I can't remember it when you don't even look like one, no offence." Sam defends.
"I think I'm going to go to bed." Wanda yawns.
"Me too." Natasha agrees.
"Bye y/n." Sam waves and walks out of my room with Yelana.
I'm sat against the headboard of my bed, slowly blocking my eyes awake as the tiredness caught up to me. My eyes drift in and out, in and out. Until they weigh down, each heavy than last time.
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"He's ready for you." The unnamed man announced in a monotone voice. His gun thrusts into my back, tripping my weak legs forward. As I drag my blood coated feet and the fabric consuming my fragile body across the cold stone floor, I see the room with him waiting with the deadly red nightmare- notebook.
Fear clouds my vision, all good judgement disappeared when I left that dark cell. I trudge past the other sorrowful cells, mostly with weak, sometimes dead bodies inside.
Why now? Why ever? I want to be in control again. Just once.
"Ah, Red good to see you again!" Zemo called out, happier than I am.
I remain silent, like I have been taught.
"Something new today. We have byers who would like you. And this is what gives HYDRA our money" Zemo continues.
Byers. I have been sold for a night.
"No, please." I cry with a small voice, knowing he would never listen to me.
"There is no choice my sweet little angel." Zemo smiles. He nods his head to the agent who brought me in.
The agent, before I knew It, shoves me in the chair that we all fear. The nightmare material. Zemo turns the machine on with a flick of a switch. Who would have thought a switch could cause so much pain.
I felt the current navigate my already fried brain. The muscles across my body cramp up in a form of defence, but we all know it didn't help.
The electricity scatters my thoughts and any idea of identity I have left. The RED bruises scar my skull. The ache never stops. It's always there.
Relief.
"тоска." (longing)
"ржавый." (rusted)
"семнадцать." (seventeen)
"рассвет." (daybreak)
"печь." (furnace)
"девять." (nine)
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I hate you more ~buckybarnes enemies to lovers
Fanfiction-------------------------------- "I hate you." Bucky chuckles, there's no hate in his words though. More like a playful nostalgia from when he saw me again after all those years. I laugh lightly against his shoulder, "I hate you more." I look up to...
