I groan, leaning my chair back onto two legs.
"I don't wanna find the dude really, but where in the hell is this guy?" I say making Tony roll his eyes
"Usually I'm the one who ends up complaining during situations like this. I see now why the others hate it"
"Wait, so you're not going to complain anymore Stark?" Clint asks wiping his hands on a pink apron that says "Don't be afraid to take whisks"
"Are you ever going to take that apron off?"
"Never" Clint gasps grabbing at the fabric
"Why did you even buy that ugly thing Clint?" Natasha asks
"Excuse you, I think it's beautiful, but I got it at Walmart thank you very much...besides, all the male aprons were too provocative."
"Yeah?" I ask, crossing the kitchen into the living room and plopping down next to Steve on the couch
"Yeah, one of them said 'If you're reading this bring me a beer.'" he says rolling his eyes "and another said-"
"nope, that's okay Clint. We get the idea" Nat says patting his head. Clint just smiles innocently at her and turns back to the hamburgers cooking on the grill.
Suddenly a beeping comes from downstairs. Jumping off the couch, and nearly kicking Steve in the face, I run downstairs to find one of the computers going off.
A red signal pinging from Upstate New York.
"Seriously? That is so cliche" I whisper to myself. Flying through the room, I grab a bag, stuffing my computer into it, some files, and a photo of Sebastian. Last but not least I go to a cabinet, and unlock it. I found it earlier when I was looking around at all the room has. Gently, I pull out a black handgun.
Vaguely I hear the others coming down the stairs. Walking back to my bag, I check the mag then place it and several spare mags inside the bag.
"Woah kid. What are you doing?" Tony asks
"I'm going to go find my father." I say not even looking at him, not in the mood to argue.
"And we will get there, but we cant go in all angry"
"I'm not angry." I say, but it takes me looking up at them to fully believe me. "I'm actually extremely calm."
"That's why you're packing a gun" Bucky says stepping in
"Yeah, what did you think was going to happen? Oh hey dad" I say sarcastically raising my hand in a wave "I hope you're doing well, so it turns out I think you killed my brother, oh and you're also the head of Hydra. So, shocker but I've brought the Avengers to bring you in. Come peacefully!" I say throwing my hands into the air in exasperation
"No, I know he won't come easily."
"Becca, you don't even know how to work a gun." Bucky says
Slamming my fist into a red button on the control table next to me, I don't even break eye contact with Bucky as posters come down creating a mini firing range. I pick the gun up, and cock it.
Turing, I aim it at the target. Firing off five shots. Two hit dead center. One doesn't hit the target, instead the wall behind it. The other two hit dead center in the head. I put the gun back down, and turn back to the Avengers.
Their mouths are parted slightly. The only one showing any other emotion is Natasha, who's smiling.
"That's what I thought." I say with a smirk, grabbing the bag and slinging it over my shoulder before sauntering past them and up the stairs. Natasha following me.
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Bucky's shadow {1}
FanfictionBucky Barnes had a little sister, but she died when she was nine years old, due to critical health attributes. Rebecca Taylor or Becca Taylor had an older brother. He died when he was twenty for his country. Becca Taylor lives in a world exactly lik...
