36: Press

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The sound of over a hundred reporters was muffled by the door, but overwhelming, nonetheless. 

Tony had just announced that there was a new force on the team, and you were about to walk out and answer any and all questions. 

What if they recognize me? What if they don't like me? Why am I shaking? What happens if I can't answer a question right? What if I start to want to cry? What if they're disappointed? Where's Bucky? Why is Tony doing this to me? Mental note: forever resent Tony Stark. 

Always there to stop you from spiraling into panic, Bucky came behind you and gave your ass a squeeze. You faked a smile at him and drew in a deep breath. 

"Y/n." Bucky spoke in the tone he used when he needed to be serious and you were nervous. 

You chose to ignore him because if you began talking about how scared you were, it just might be enough to make you cry. 

"Y/n." he repeated, this time more stern. 

Again, you ignored him, but he knew you could hear him. He gently placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you to face him. 

You looked at the floor, afraid that eye contact might show him the true weight of your worries. He recognized this and placed a hand on your cheek, causing you to melt into his touch and break a genuine smile for a second.

"You know you've got this, right?" he half-whispered. 

You nodded your head, lying. 

"Just think of it as your dance stuff. Go on, preform and smile and wave, then you can cry or yell or do whatever it is that you need to do to feel better." he assured. 

"Right. Go on stage, smile, curtsy, and fall apart after the curtains close." you repeated. 

He chuckled at your version of what he had said, "Go get 'em, doll." he said, holding the door open for you to enter the room of cameras, mics, and curiosity. 


Your arrival was apparently very much anticipated, because as soon as you took the stand, the room fell silent. 

"Well?", Tony began, "Here she is, Y/l Y/l/n!"

Applause erupted and your nerves, although still present, settled slightly. 

They all began shooting questions at you to the point where it was incoherent. You looked to Tony for some form of help and he simply raised his hand and had the entire room under control. 

"Now point to one." he whispered. 

You pointed to a lady in a blue blazer and white pants, "Ma'am, what do you prefer to go by and what is your superhero name?" she asked. 

You leaned into the mic and spoke, "Well my name is Y/n, but the team calls me (nickname). And I don't really have a superhero name yet, guess I'll have to workshop something.". 

Next you pointed to another woman. She had red glasses and looked very timid, "How does life as an Avenger compare to your previous lifestyle?"

"Living here is such a dream, we have a family-like bond and I honestly never thought I could be so happy. It's so amazing." 

"Could you just give us some background information about yourself. Age, hometown, powers, you know."

"Oh, I guess that's useful knowledge.", you joked, "Uh, I'm 23, from here. I have a modified version of the super serum and telekinetic abilities.".

The crowd gasped at your powers and all began to write in their notebooks. 

"Miss y/n, how did you gain such powers?"

You thought for a moment, figuring out a way to not lie, but not reveal your past identity, "Similar to Black Widow, I was in a Red Room and happened to be one of their experiments and I guess a few worked.". 

Tony stood up and moved in front of the mic, "Does anyone have entertaining questions? Ask the girl about her favorite movie or something. This is basic hero crap."

You laughed at his bluntness and looked for more hands which, of course, immediatey shot up. 

"Favorite food?".

You smiled and tried to cover it before responding, "Bagels. There's this really good bakery not far from here, I don't remember what it's called, but it's amazing and I go there literally at any hour of the day."

A few more questions similar to that were asked and answered. You looked to the back for questions you may have missed, but instead saw Bucky leaning on the back wall, hands in pockets and a proud smile plastered across his face. 

"Any more?" Tony asked. One hand went up in response, a metal one.

"This isn't an engagement ring, not yet at least, but a promise one. So uh, I promise to be at your side forever, can you promise to be my girl for that long, too?". 

Gasps once more filled the room and your hands flew to your mouth. You vigorously nodded your head and jumped off of the stage, running to your boyfriend. 

He wrapped his arms around you and spun you around a little. You giggled like a little girl, not caring about the cameras or people or opinions, not that there seemed to be any negative ones. 


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