Hot Chocolate on the Balcony: A Bucky x Reader

Nine

Agent Fischer paced in front of the group of kids, his hands clasped behind his back and a wicked smile on his face.

"Here's the deal brats. You've all been through the same procedures and training. You've all learned how to shield your minds and attack others. Some of you have progressed better than your companions," he paused, a curt nod towards (Y/N). "But it's time for the real test. Each other."

The group bristled in anticipation. Their blood was thrumming with the need of a challenge. Already most kids were picking out their prey. Finally, feuds would be brought to an end. Finally, there was permission to kill.

(Y/N) felt Jason's eyes glaring into the back of her head and she prayed to whatever god existed that she wouldn't have to go against him. She knew she was strong, stronger than anyone else in that room, but Jason lived to kill. He would stop at nothing to end a life, especially hers. She had outdone him. She had done what he couldn't even though he was the older sibling, even though he had always had her under his thumb as a child. Now he was under her thumb and he hated it, hated her.

"This is how it's going to work. I'll be pairing you up based on your abilities. You'll fight mind to mind as well as hand to hand to kill your opponent. Whoever wins will fight again until they lose or kill everyone else in this room. Understood? Good."

Fischer's smile grew and (Y/N) fought the urge to shudder. If they were being paired based on ability then she would be forced to fight Jason at some point. He was probably the only one capable of beating her and despite the horrible situation she was in, (Y/N) didn't want to die. Despite the fact that most of her life had been spent in this hell with no chance of escape, she still held out hope for something better.

Fischer began calling out names. (Y/N) watched with carefully crafted indifference as child after child went after each other. She pretended she didn't care, giving Fischer what he wanted. To him, she was a coldhearted killer with an impenetrable mind. So, that's what she had become .

Slowly, a pile of bodies grew in the corner of the room until Fischer called out of her.

"I'm getting bored. (Y/L/N), you're up. Give us a show."

Slowly (Y/N) made her way to the front of the room where another child her age stood, prepared for a fight. He dropped to the ground before (Y/N) even reached him.

"I asked for a show (Y/L/N). Perhaps your brother will have a better understanding of the word," Fischer sneered.

(Y/N) fought back her fear as Jason stepped forward, a grin stretched across his face.

"If it is a show you asked for, then it is a show you shall receive," he murmured as he cracked his knuckles.

"Bring it on," (Y/N) replied.

The two siblings stepped out into the front of the room. All eyes went to them. Jason was by far the stronger between the two physically, but (Y/N)'s mind was a fortress. No one had ever managed to make it past her walls.

"Well, get on with it then!" Fischer shouted.

Jason lunged forward, aiming his fist for (Y/N)'s nose. She let him hit her. Her nose crunched, the sound echoing across the otherwise silent room. Gone were the cheers and shouts for blood to be spilt, replaced with silence as everyone watched the two go head to head.

(Y/N) let Jason toss her around for a little while longer, much to the displeasure of Fischer, before she took a step back. With blood dripping down her face, (Y/N) straightened herself out, looked Jason in the eyes, and sent every bit of her power rushing towards him. He stumbled back with the force of her power as it blew through every mental barrier he had until she was in his mind, in his brain, controlling every breath he took.