I should apologize. So I will. Have two episodes. I know, I'm so kind.
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To her absolute and utter delight, the next morning found everyone shuffling through piles and piles of files. Oh wait. No.
Eventually Tony found what he was looking for, and they all gathered closer.
"He operates of the African coast, black market arms,"
Robyn smirked at Steve's disapproving look, leaning closer to get a better look at the guy.
"He was talking about finding something new, a game changer, it was all very..."
"This, What is it?" Thor questioned, his rough tone giving away he had still not forgiven Tony for last night.
Robyn, understanding Thor's comment, was already peering at the photos, while Tony seemed to think he was talking about the tattoos. It was a brand, a burn of his neck, and she reeled back as she saw it, though only Bucky seemed to notice.
Bruce called, "oh yeah, it's a word in an African dialect, meaning Thief in a much less friendly way."
"What dialect?"
"Wakanada-wah- WAKANDA!"
"Oh I did some business for the Wakandans, Shuri, she was the one to design my blades when I was there, she was an angel. Only like seven or something." Robyn interjected.
Clint looked over at her, frowning. "You're on first name terms with the Princess?"
"I thought you'd stolen those swords..." Natasha muttered under her breath.
Steve and Tony were still talking.
"I don't follow, what come out of Wakanda?" Bruce worried.
Most of the team turned to the shield, though Robyn fingered the slim weapon handles by her sides.
"The strongest weapon on earth."
Steve looked at Tony.
"Where is this guy now?"
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"So who's gonna tell Bucky?"
"What?" Clint asked.
Natasha sighed and switched her gaze to Robyn and Steve.
"This girl, Wanda, she can mess up minds right? Well, are you sure we should be taking Barnes—"
"He'll be fin—"
"Steve." Robyn cut in, her stare firm. "I agree with Natasha. I don't want him... I mean I don't think we should take that risk. If he got re-triggered..."
"He won't let—"
"HE DOESN'T HAVE A CHOICE. Don't you get that! When you met the soldier before... that wasn't... if Wanda found the right switch in his head—"
"You could control him though?" Bruce pondered.
Bryn shook her head, leaning against the desk. "I can't control him. You have the wrong idea. He... the Soldier, I don't know. I don't know. But he doesn't deserve that. Having anyone in his head. He doesn't deserve that."
Steve nodded. "I can tell him. He'll be mad but..."
A few nods of heads were seen around the room, then—
"Mad about what?"
Bucky stood in the door, his eyes resting on Steve.
"Oh, er.. Buck."
"You've been planning something. So now, why would I be mad?"
The atmosphere had become suddenly tense, as the air between Steve and Bucky became heated.
"Is it perhaps, because you weren't planning on bringing me?" Bucky continued, him tone getting steadily darker.
"It's to keep you safe—"
"Safe!!" Bucky rounded on him, glaring.
Robyn moved forwards, trying to help. "Bucky, stop! It's not Steve's fault, I—"
"You." Bucky turned to her, the look in his eyes shattering. "I thought at least you trusted me."
He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving an uncomfortable silence in his wake.
Robyn covered her face for a moment, glaring at the floor, before looking up with a stare that could cut glass.
"C'mon team. Let's go get this son of a bi-"
"LANGUAGE!" Everyone but Steve chorused.
"Assholes." He muttered in return.
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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...
