Here we go, this episode is, actually yeah it's nice I guess. Also if you're looking for fight scenes or whatever, or missions, the next episodes should Please you. Also, I want to know, how many of you want smut? Because I don't write really smutty stuff, but I will do a tiny bit, along with lots of fluff, when everything comes together, if that's what you all want?....
Also, the Ultron part is nearly finished!!
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"My head hurts and I want to die."
"Agreed."
"I believe that is your fault boys."
"Well how come you aren't hungover!! Both you and Robyn drank nearly as much as me last night, and you look fine!!!! What's your secret Tasha?! Tell me!!"
Both Clint and Tony were sat in the kitchen, heads in hands, groaning. Natasha was sipping coffee and smirking at the guys. Robyn stood by the cooker, frying bacon and eggs.
"Where is Thor?" Steve asked, walking into the room.
"On the sofa, he was to heavy to move last night."
"Shush! I am dying over here, please be considerate."
A laugh came from the cooker, surprising all of them, it being Robyn grinning over at Tony. "I would have thought you'd have built up a better tolerance zseni*!"
"Urgh, shut up." He peered over at the sizzling pan. "Hey, you don't eat pork!"
"This is for you guys, I ate earlier."
Just then Bucky slipped into the room, taking a seat at the table. "For once, I'm glad for the serum, you guys look terrible."
Clint glared at him, winking to show he wasn't serious. "I've been told."
"So do we have plans, or can I spend the day alone, wallowing in self pity?" Robyn asked, dishing up the food, and taking Steve's place at the table.
"Actually I was wondering if you'd be willing to test some gear with me?"
"Will it involve me getting killed?"
"99% sure it won't."
The entire room turned to Tony skeptically.
"Ok! Maybe a 64% chance."
"Of me getting injured or not?"
Tony waved the question away. "Well thanks for volunteering, see you later, let's say ten? In my workshop." He strode off, a cup of coffee in hand,
"Hey, how many shots were in that thing?" Bruce questioned.
"I don't think he's been sleeping well at the moment."
"Have any of us?"
Robyn yawned, proving Bruce's statement correct.
"I'm gonna go make sure he doesn't kill us all with some mad contraption, see you guys for lunch."
She smiled softly at Bucky as she left the room.
"It's not ten yet, why did she leave?"
"Tony is hungover, sleep deprived, caffeine high, and alone in his workshop filled with explosives."
"Ah."
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"Hey Tony, where do you put the flickering thing?"
"Turn on the beepy light then plug it into the third hole."
"Ah, I see it. This won't blow us up will it?"
"I don't think so."
"NOT HELPING, I'm over here suffering due to your complete and utter lack of a filter."
It had reached near lunch time, and both Tony and Robyn were rather dirty and bruised. So far, three boosters had exploded, causing a mini shock wave, which then caused a drill bit to fly through the air, nearly impaling Bryn, and she, though smiling, had decided to retreat to fiddling with wires.
Though thinking about it, Tony seemed to think it was going well.
He'd been blaring punk rock music for the past hour, much to her displeasure, when the mood changed. A different tune began to play on the speakers. Robyn's entire posture closed in, her face shutting off, like it always did when a reminder of past days occurred. Though, if one had been to properly see her eyes, they might have remarked that instead of looking fogged and closed off like usual, they looked almost... nostalgic. Maybe even sad.
The tune was called 'I Found Autumn' by Peter Cavalio. The solo tune of the violin echoed through lit room.
"Do you still play?" Tony's voice cut through the notes.
Robyn was silent for a long while. "I did. After I left I mean. After I ran."
She couldn't seem to stop now, the words rushing out of her, clashing with the music. "I played for money. I played for survival. Then after everything with Hydra I.. I can't. I can't play it anymore. It hurts."
Tony looked away, the heartbreak on the scarred face of the girl who laughed at her pain, and painted her fears away too much. Then he looked up, locking eyes with her. Bryn flinched feeling the heat in his gaze.
"No."
"No?!"
"No. I was there. I was there the first time you heard the violin being played. And you know what you said to me? You were five years old, Robyn, and you said to me something I'll never forget. You said, 'It sounds like a thunder of dying stars dancing. Dancing for us, because they know it's the last time they ever will.' You were five. Got a violin the next month and spent weeks learning to play. Jarvis took to wearing earmuffs. And when... when the crash... when It happened, you didn't try tell me it was ok. You didn't even try make me feel better. You just walked in, after the funeral, and you told me that you could talk to the stars now. And you played for me. And it didn't sound like the stars dying. It sounded like they were smiling. That sh*t saved my life kid. You... you were seven. You were seven and you did what no one else could."
Robyn was silent. The song rolled to close, the final notes echoing around.
"I'm not that girl anymore."
"No you aren't. And I'm not that boy. But you still act like you've stared the universe in the eye and survived, and I still get drunk every other week, so who's to say you can't still play. You were born to play."
Robyn shrugged, not meeting Tony's eyes.
"I have to go. I'll see you for dinner."
She walked out, but before she left, she looked back at Tony. "I lost my original violin on that night you know? Had to get a new one to play on the streets."
"Why didn't you come back?"
"I don't know. I really don't."
And she left. But her thoughts still raged:
Liar
You left because you were to scared to see what you'd done
Liar
No
I left because I needed to
Coward
No
Cowa-
No
Get out of my head
I'm in charge remember?
Out.
Why did you leave then?
....
Because.... I wanted to see what the stars looked like when they were all you could see. Because I wanted to see them, and remember when I was truly, truly happy.
Tony sat, thinking in his workshop. And then it hit him. He smiled. Christmas was going to to be a good one this year. He then proceeded to fall asleep at the desk.
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* you guessed it, Hungarian. I wanted to say that English is technically her first language but she mainly uses Hungarian for pet names and when she's surprised or swearing sometimes.🤷🏽♀️
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Fanfiction(Bucky x Main Character ) Robyn. Born to Edwin and Ana Jarvis in 1984. now, standing on the doorstep, in 2012, she looks no older than twenty five. The Avengers tower was the last place she could turn, and in fact, she was rather reluctant to do so...
