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Y/N WAS ONLY FIFTEEN YEARS OLD. Just fifteen. No one would have ever guessed what horrors you had to go through at the age of fifteen. You had lost all hope when you were at HYDRA, all hope. I mean, who was going to come get you? No one. Or so you thought. A few months ago, your life started to look... hopeful? Your brother, James Buchanan Barnes, had come for you. You were ripped apart from him, from the world, but he found you, along with his teamates, the Avengers. They found you and rescued you from that hell-hole; HYDRA, but your powers were a reminder of your past that you tried to forget.
Your powers. They were-powerful, to be frank. Dangerous even. Coming at Elemental Manipulation to shapeshifting-is too powerful. What would have come of you if your brother hadn't found you? That thought still haunts you to this day.
You wiped off your sweat as you contorted the fire into a ball, trying to contain it between your hands instead of losing control. Use the cheers you get from your teammates as motivation. You inhaled sharply as you finally contorted it into a ball with your hands, stablizing it. You puffed a sigh of relief, as Steve walked toward you, with a smile, "Great! You did a good job. " He turned around, "Wanda came up." You nodded, with a small smile, and sat beside your brother, who side-hugged you, "Your doing great." You smiled, and watched Wanda as she went through the obsticle courses. You and Wanda were best friends, despite the fact that she was a year older than you. In fact, Bucky and Wanda were the only people you actually talked with, since both of them knew what exactly you went through.
You kind of zoned out, thinking about the nightmare you had yesterday. You had nightmares often, waking up screaming, and Bucky was always there to comfort you, but as of now, you've been lying to the team, saying that the nightmares had subsided, to not add more stress to them-which was the total opposite, since with every day coming they were getting worser and worse.
This night you saw it. Your powers are going out of control, harming everyone and everything coming in your way. harming the team. Harming your best friend. Harming your own brother. This dream has been repeating for weeks now. It wasn't going away, and with each day it was getting more and more realistic, making you concentrate harder to control your powers. You saw it. They died. Because of you.
"Y/N?" You snapped out of it, and your gaze met Bucky's, who was shaking you, "You alright?"
You shakily nodded, and flashed him a pained smile, as you diverted your attention back to Steve, who was calling you, "Your sparring with Wanda today."
