Elemental Magic (Reader/OC x Bucky Barnes) Book One

Sokovia

Author's Note: The reader will be remembering some things, and they will be in Italics. Carry on...

I don't own Marvel

German is used for Sokovian.

I ran as fast as I could from that place, wishing that Tony Stark never existed. If it weren't for him, my family, my life, would be just fine. But no, Tony Stark almost killed me and my siblings when one of his bombs landed in our apartment building, and we waited for a few days for Tony Stark to kill us. 

Perhaps his bombing of our country had been an accident, but I severely doubted that was the case. 

Then when we were taken to this hellhole I didn't expect to be shown a stone, for lack of a better word. They were all shellshocked when their "Triplet Testees" had powers, and were not dead on the floor. Wanda got Chaos Magic, Pietro got super speed, and I got Elemental Magic. My name is Y/N Maximoff, and this is my story. 

Y/N's POV

I really didn't want to do this, calling an Avenger basically meant calling Tony Stark, but I was desperate to help my siblings escape as I did, so I called them, after two months of waiting. "Hello?" A voice said on the other end. "Who is this?" They asked. I sucked in my breath. "Hello, my name is Y/N Maximoff, I am from Sokovia and broke out of a prison, my triplet brother and sister are still there, I have Elemental Magic, my sister has Chaos Magic, and my brother has super speed." "Hello Y/N, I am Steve Rogers, how can we help?" Steve asked, I could hear him pacing from the muffled noises emitting from my stolen phone. "Please send help," I said.

"Hello, I am Tony Stark, where are you?" Lovely, the one man I didn't want to talk to. "In Sokovia,  vat are you, an idiot? Can you not tell from what I told other man and my accent?" "I meant what part of Sokovia." Oh, great, now I sound like an idiot myself. "In the west, there is a large mountain with a small hut. You will find me there."

Two Days Later. 

I sat at my hut, watching an eagle fly across my path. I was about to get up and start cooking some more stew, as I was bored out of my mind when I heard a knock at the door. 

When I opened the door I saw a man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He, unlike me, had both real arms. One of mine had been chopped off, replaced with metal.

I couldn't resist moving Tony Stark up and around the wind, and I smiled when he asked me, very quietly, "What are you doing?" 

"I am simply manipulating the air currents around you. If you would like, I can move the blood in your body instead. I have Elemental Magic. It means that I can move almost anything. Metal, skin, trees, water, air, fire, paper. Hell, my powers have no real limits." I said, and my yellow eyes flashed, my brown hair whipping in the wind I had created. 

"Hi, I'm Steve, this is Sam, Rhodey, Natasha, Bruce, Clint, Tony, and-" Steve was cut off by a woman with red hair. "And I'm Pepper." She smiled. "Nice to meet you." I smiled at everyone, avoiding Stark's gaze. "Listen, as much as I would love to kill some of you, we need to help my brother and sister out of that Hydra prison." I glared at Tony Stark when I said this. 

Sokovia, Y/N's POV

Walking into this place made my nightmares come back, worse. I saw Pietro being shot, Wanda killing a man, me having my arm chopped off, and finally the worst one, me choking Pietro, but instead of me killing Pietro, it was the Avengers killing me. 

"Don't," I simply said to Tony as he was about to blast the prison door open, "You need me for that. I can manipulate the metal, as this prison was not made for Elementals." I bent the metal back, letting all the Avengers free roam into the prison. 

 I ran to Wanda and Pietro's cells, and immediately let them out.

"J/N! Du bist gekommen!" Pietro said, running towards me. "Ich habe schnell gemacht!" I said, calling him by the nickname Wanda and I had for him. "Warum solte sie nicht?" Wanda laughed. How I missed having two others, who, compared to me, sounded normal.  As much as some of the Avengers were growing on me, I wanted more Sokovians.

"Bitte, Wanda, komm mit mur und kämpfe mit den Rachern. Du auch Pietro. Bitte?" "Und doch ist da Tony Stark." I decided to use my age for once. ''Weißt du, ich bin zwanzig Minutan älter als du, Wanda. Und zen älter als du Pietro. Ich kann dich mit mir kommen lassen." Wanda pursed her lips, then started walking towards the motorcycle I had brought for us. 

Five Days Later; Avengers Compound

All I could think about was the brown-haired beauty that I had seen yesterday when entering the compound.

"So, Y/N, how is your well-nursed crush?" Wanda asked me, smirking as she did. "What do you mean by that?" Wanda looked at me with her amber eyes, her lips pulling into a smile. "I know because a little sister always knows, and I have seen the way you look at him. I think you should talk to him." "I know I should, but Bucky, I think his name is, just- wait a minute! You tricked me into telling you!" "Nein, I simply made you tell Pietro, I already knew. But really, you should talk to him, you could bond over your matching metal arms!" Pietro nodded from the shadows at Wanda's comment.

Well, I knew Wanda was right. I did have feelings for Bucky, but they were only based on physical attraction. Those feeling wouldn't get me anywhere, so, I decided to talk to him. 

"Hello," I said to Bucky, watching his arm muscles flex as he tossed an apple up and down in the garden on top of the roof. "Hi." He said, still tossing the apple. The apple slipped through his fingers, but he was so strong that when it came barreling towards me, I had to bend the metal in my arm into a shield that would keep the apple from hitting me. After that was finished I bent the metal back into an arm. 

"Woah, shit, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?" Bucky said, walking towards me. "Oh, no, I bend my metal arm so I'm used to it," I replied, turning the front of my arm into a star like the red one on his arm. "See?" I laughed at his expression as I bent my arm back into place. "What else can you do?" Bucky looked at me curiously. I twirled a mix of water, fire, earth, and air into a crescent. 

Almost six months later, my feelings for Bucky were for him, not his body, and I am almost completely sure he feels the same about me. I'm teaching him to Roller Skate like we did in Sokovia and also teaching him Sokovian, and he's teaching me to ride a Motorcycle! From holding on to him like the world depends on it, I have learned that Bucky has great abs. Also, we got Scott a cat.

"That's it, Buck!" I laughed as I held Bucky's flesh arm with my metal one, showing him an easy Sokovian Skating trick, pair skating with one leg each. "I think I'm- yah!" Bucky said, skidding to a T stop so he wouldn't skate over a cat. "Hey, are you lost little kitty?" I asked the black and yellow cat. He mewed in response, eyes widening so that I could see his yellow eyes."Hey,  maybe we give it to Scott!" I suggested my idea to Bucky while holding the cat close."Why him? Oh- wait, cat-burglar! The cat-burglar, gets a cat? That could be fun!" He said, grinning ear to ear. 

Bucky, Steve, and I went to church every Sunday at 9:30, and he has only missed Church once in six months. It was about two days ago, and Bucky was shot on a mission. That was when I told him about my feelings, and I think he might have heard what I said. Oops.

"Steve, where is Bucky?" I asked my best friend with worry creeping faster and faster into my voice. "He's in surgery." My eyes flew open wide. "Surgery!" I repeated, my hand falling into a fist. "Who did this?" "Hydra." That one-word answer from Steve made me break the coffee mug in my now-clenched hand.