Brought Us Together

Chapter 10

Wanda's hands glowed brighter as you neared the Quinjet.

Getting out of the base wasn't hard, other than the few guards who tried to touch you. Luckily, Bucky took them down before they could touch you.

Wanda started to mumble something under her breath. You looked at her with worry written all over your face.

"Wanda... what's wrong?" You were hesitant but her eyes started glowing red as she pushed herself away from you. You stumbled by the force she pushed you by. Neither you nor she noticed her red glow touch your temple before the world around you plunged into darkness

The Avengers were gathered on the other side of the room while you stood away. You saw Bucky glare at you as tried to walk forward. Your hand hit the glass, making you look around yourself. The room was separated by a glass wall, separating you and your team.

"Guys," you spoke, only getting glares from each member. You looked at the fire in each person's eyes and took a step back. Hatred filled Tony's eyes as he spoke with venom loaded in his voice.

"Give us one good reason why we shouldn't hate you," he hissed, making tears prick at your eyes. His face became Brian's before you blinked to see Tony's face again.

"But why..." you started, getting cut off by Steve slamming his hand on the desk.

"You aren't good enough for the team," he seethed at you, voice cold as ice. "Leave and never come back." Bucky glared at you with hatred worse than Tony's. A lump appeared in your throat and you tried to wrap your head around the events unfolding. Your eyes darted to Natasha. The person you most looked up to.

"Natasha..." your voice was barely a whisper now, weaker than you had ever felt. Her eyes were dark and cold, lifeless.

"You're pathetic," she spat before storming out of the room. You felt the ache in your chest grow when the tears welled up in your eyes. Your eyes finally fell upon the man you loved so dearly. His steel-blue eyes had a fire burning in them. His jaw clenched and a blank look on his face. It scared you but you reached out, touching the glass, looking him right in the eye. His mouth moved, forming words that took a long time to register in your brain.

"I hate you."

Your head was covered in sweat, body heated, and tears staining your cheeks. Your breathing got uneven and rapid as you unzipped the suit a little from your neck to your collarbone. You clutched your head and fell to the ground. Wanda rushed to your side, mumbling a line of apologies.

"It's fine," you said shakily. "I'll be fine." You have her a weak smile as you got help to get up. "I'll be fine." You wiped the sweat and tears with your sleeve and started to lead her to the Quinjet.

- - - - -

The Avengers piled into the jet, attending to injuries and bruises. Brian was tied into a chair with a shock collar on. You couldn't look at him for more than a minute. His eyes seemed to be playing with your mind and his lips curled into a smirk each time you glared at him. Wanda gave you worried glances which made you talk to her.

"I told you, I'm fine," you whispered, putting a hand over hers and smiled at her. She finally relaxed, seeing the smile, and gave a small smile herself.

"Okay." She turned back to get checked up on by Vision who had taken the role of a doctor, analyzing everyone. When Wanda left your side, Bucky came to sit next to you. He grinned, happy to see his best girl alive and well. You laid your head on his shoulder, giving him a tired smile. He kissed your hair and wrapped his flesh arm around you.

"Go to sleep," he said loud enough for you to hear. You picked your head up, resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Says the one who didn't sleep last night," you retorted, teasingly looking at him. He kissed your forehead and repeated himself. "Fine, only cause I'm tired though." You closed your eyes but sleep never came.

About an hour later, you and the others headed to your rooms to get some well-deserved rest. You, however, lied, saying you caught up on sleep in Quinjet and stayed in the kitchen after taking another cold shower.

You took out some milk and heated it before mixing some hot chocolate powder into it. You sat down, placing the mug in front of you for it to cool down a little. You took a small sip and set it down when it burned your tongue and throat. A hand grabbed your mug and sipped on it. You looked up at Bucky and gave him an annoyed look. He was wearing a black shirt with black sweatpants and his hair was wet and flattened against his scalp, making him look cute.

"It's good." He sat down next to you while you responded with a hum, looking out the window. Right now, the sun seemed to like the attention, shining brightly. Bucky nudged you and bobbed his head towards the window. "It's a nice day, isn't it?" You nodded, agreeing to his statement.

Bucky furrowed his eyebrows, knowing that you would usually say something about going out on a nice day. It wasn't like you to just nod and hum at every question. You told him that you found it rude to answer with hums and nods all the time. He watched you take a sip of your drink, eyes on the counter in front of you. Your eyes seemed to be in a sort of a daze. You were here physically but weren't there mentally. Your mind was wandering off like he had when he first joined the team or found Steve. Bucky wanted to say something but thought through his choices.

He could either choose to comment on your state or he could wait until you share whatever it was by yourself.