(Y/n)'s POV
"You know he won't let me in, (Y/n). We've tried, he's not going to forgive the things I've done." Bucky said, and I sighed.
"It's him or the man who could still turn you back into what both of us have worked past. I know Shuri fixed you, but I'm not taking that risk. Bucky, please let me try. It's a chance." I said, holding his hands. He looked to his feet, sighing as his forehead rested against mine.
"Okay. I'll let you. But please be careful. I'll be out here if you need me." He said, and I kissed his cheek.
"I'll be just fine." I said, and he nodded. He went with Sam to the car, and I knocked on the bars over the old door. A teen stood as the door opened, and he sighed softly.
"What do you want?" He asked, and I took a deep breath.
"Is Isaiah home? I need to talk to him." I asked, and he looked back inside the house.
"He doesn't want to speak right now." He said, and I put my hand on the screen door.
"Please, it's important." I asked softly, and the kid looked at me for a moment. He sighed, nodding before walking back into the house. Soon after he came back, letting me in.
"What will it take to keep your group away?" Isaiah asked as I walked in, and I closed my wings tightly, tail almost brushing the ground as I made myself look smaller out of respect for the man.
"I apologise for intruding, sir. I... Understand the situation of your past, and I won't let it go unheard, I promise. But we really need you help." I said, looking up at him. He stood by his kitchen table, eyes narrowed slightly and stance defensive. It relaxed as he sighed, eyes still hard as he leaned against the doorframe.
"What do you need?" He asked, and I fiddled with my tail.
"There is a rising group of super soldiers just like you and Bucky, and they're trying to make things the same as when the Blip happened. We don't know where they came from, and we need your help." I explained, and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes.
"And why should I help the man I should've killed? Why should I help that merciless assassin?!" He shouted, and I put my tail down as the need to protect Bucky welled up in the form of controlled anger.
"He isn't an assassin anymore! He's been busting his ass day and night to be a better person, Isaiah. He's gone through hell, just like you did when you were wrongfully punished after the war. He's been tortured, reliving his past and seeing the people he didn't want to kill every time he closes his eyes. That guilt is eating him right now, and he's trying to become someone people can trust. So please, understand that he isn't asking for your forgiveness, none of us are. We are just asking that you understand what were trying to do. But if you won't, then I'll leave. I don't need to waste anymore of your time, sir." I said, turning and walking towards the door.
"Wait." He said, and I turned.
"Isaiah?" I said softly, and he looked up at me. He gestured for me to sit at the table, and he sat down when I did.
"What exactly made him an assassin?" He asked, and I sighed.
"Hydra did. He was a soldier alongside Steve Rogers, and his best friend. They attempted to board a Hydra controlled train, and Bucky was thrown off a cliff during combat. His wounds would've killed him, but somehow Hydra took him in. They brainwashed him, giving him that metal arm and programming his brain to compute to their every command using code words. He never wanted to kill, sir. But he didn't have control, or his memory. For three years he hid out in Wakanda, where a good friend of ours helped him with the programming in his brain. He stayed there with me, until I lost him at the Blip. He's been making amends since he's returned. He's a good man, sir. Just working through everything with baby steps." I explained, and he sighed.
"All this time I had my own thoughts. Come back tomorrow, okay? I'm giving you and him one chance." He said, and I nodded.
"Thank you for understanding." I said, getting up and leaving.
"Thank you for opening my eyes."
~Time Skip~
"How exactly did you two meet? I've been wondering all day and now it's getting annoying." Sam asked as he sat at the island bar, and I looked at him from my place behind Bucky. It was his night to cook dinner, a tradition we had when we were in Wakanda. My arms were around his waist, and he tapped my arm as the go ahead for me to tell the story.
"Well, our first time meeting was technically when I stumbled into him on a mission. It was one of my firsts, after the Avengers got me from Hydra. I was getting used to my powers, and he showed up while I was on patrol. He had been sent to retrieve me, but didn't ever actually try to take me since Steve showed up and caused him off. What we both consider the first time is the airport." I explained, and Bucky cut in.
"She stayed with me while Steve and you met up again, practically my body guard from how every noise caught her attention. But she was the first person I opened up to, not even Steve knew how I felt when they saved me. She protected me, and that's when I knew I couldn't go anywhere without her." He said, and Sam smiled at his friend.
"Softie." He said, and I snickered. A few hours later I found myself sitting on the helipad, the stronger afternoon wind felt amazing on my wings.
"Come to the old hangout spot?" Bucky's voice said behind me, and I smiled as I turned to him.
"Yeah, I figured I would take it in before we leave tomorrow. Besides, it's really good for sunsets." I said, gesturing to the deep reds and purples that soaked the clouds.
"Yeah, absolutely breathtaking." He said, and I looked over to see him staring at me. My cheeks warmed up, and I smiled more. I then remembered something, and took his hands.
"Hey, wanna see something cool?" I asked, and he nodded. I slowly spread my wings open, pushing up with my tail till the wind caught me enough.
"Guess this means you'll be flying with Sam in no time." He said, and I snickered.
"I've got a while to go before I'll be flying as good as him. Besides, I'd rather run with you." I said, and he chuckled. He pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I relaxed my wings, giggling as I rested my forehead against his.
"This is why you're the love of my life." He whispered, and I smiled, wrapping him in my wings.
"My your "doll", to be precise." I said, and he chuckled.
"Alright, alright. This is why I love you, doll." He said, making me laugh.
"I love you too, honey."
"You better, I'm not leaving you at Sam's mercy."
"Don't talk about me like I'm not right here you weirdos!"
