Zyma | Bucky Barnes (DISCONTINUED)

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Before the blip

"Knock, knock!" A familiar voice called out as they rapped their knuckles on my door.

"No ones home. Go away." I grumbled, lifting my blanket over my legs as I sat on the couch.

"Obviously someone is home if there's a response." My best friend scoffed.

I rolled my eyes. The doorknob jiggled as I heard loud whispers coming from the other side of the door. Seconds later, the door opened to reveal Gemma and her eleven year old son Jackson.

"'Sup, Aunt Soph." Jackson lifted his chin towards me as a greeting.

Gemma sent me a smile as they walked in. Jackson walked over towards me.

"Hey kiddo." I sent him a smile, ruffling his hair. Gemma closed the door behind her. I sent her a narrowed look. "Why?"

"You've been sitting on your ass for months in a depressed mood." Gemma raised a brow.

"Yeah, that's what happens when you're fired from your job." I started off. "It's- it's not like I used to be like some kick ass super agent for S.H.E.I.L.D. and then had my identity spread all over the Internet- thanks Natasha - only to be hired to be a security guard at Pym Technology."

"Then you got fired." Gemma noted.

"Then I got fired!" I exasperated, throwing my hands up. "Then, I was finally able to find a job at the mall only to be fired once they figured out who I was. B-because people still have a grudge against S.H.E.I.L.D. agents. My work life sucks."

"Well...you're not wrong." Gemma slowly nodded.

"You do have bad work luck." Jackson agreed.

"Thanks, kid." I gave him a look.

Jackson's smile grew as he sat down next to me. He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned the tv on. Getting comfortable, Jackson placed his feet on the table.

"You know what you should do?" Gemma strutted towards me waving a Manila folder.

"Sit on my ass and eat my feelings?" I dug my hand into a family size of Ruffles.

Jackson let out a chuckle and changed the channel. Nickelodeon came in, playing reruns of Drake and Josh.

"Wrong answer." Gemma smacked the folder on my head.

"Not to me." I grumbled, swatting the folder away from me.

"You are going to get off your ass and go ask Tony Stark -"

"Actually, Pepper is the one who is in charge of all that." I interrupted.

"To get you a job in his company. Pull the secret agent stuff. I'm sure he remembers working with you." Gemma sat on the other side of me.

"Oh, most definitely." I rolled my eyes and cleared my throat. Jackson heaved a sigh, slouching in his seat. "Hi, what's up Tony Stark? Do you remember me? I worked that one case with you years ago when you first sorta joined the Avengers. I was that one gal behind the scenes with Maria Hill."

"She does have a point Mom. Mr. Stark sees dozens of people." Jackson shrugged. Suddenly, the tv channel switched to the news. The chime of the news stations echoed in the apartment. "Aw no! That was a good episode!"

"We interrupt with breaking news. Minutes ago in New York City, a space craft appeared." An older man reported. The screen showed a shaky video of someone's recoding of a donut-like space ship descending in the sky. "Many witnesses have stated that there have been two sightings of aliens. Iron Man was at the scene along with Spiderman, Bruce Banner, and other men fighting. Here is Bria Allen with more information."