Irrational

Chapter 15 - Here comes your past

**DISCLAIMER;
The timeline is different in this story, so all events that happen in Civil War happen FIRST.

So before New York, Ultron, ALL OF IT. Bucky is proven innocent, had his Hydra influences wiped and has been an avenger ever since.

Hope you enjoy x

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Almost rooted to your seat, you are in a daze, in your own world, own universe even, where nothing exists in it. Nothing except you and him. Dr Strange.

He got under your skin.

Or at least you were finally coming to terms with the fact that you were insatiably attracted to him, in all of his cool, swarve and arrogant glory.

“Heyyyyyyy sport, please don’t kill me. I know it was a cruel move but it had to be done” Tony says in the lightest tone possibly whilst still oozing confidence.

“It’s fine pops, don’t worry about it. It actually helped, for now at least. I think he only wanted to know the origins of my powers to know my true strength and capabilities. So stop looking at me like you’re freaking Cupid and you’ve just made the perfect match.” Your voice got more irritated towards the end of that sentence as you looked at him and his lips turned into the smuggest grin you’d ever seen on him.

And for Tony, THAT was a record in itself.

“Oh come on, you two stink of sexual tension” Tony blurred out.

You look at him shocked, like disgusting, horrified and downright disturbed shocked.

Which just breaks him into the loudest laughter.

“Sport, you can look at me like that as much as you want, the whole compound knows. We can all feel it. Except Peter, the kids oblivious unless it’s tech or MJ” he shakes his head, fixing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose again.

“If you’re done having your fun, I’m going to train, I’ve suddenly got this trapped energy I need to release” you give him a stern look through narrowed eyes.

You go to your room and get changed.

You’re wearing wet look black leggings with a matching sports bra and you’ve tied your hair into a messy bun on top of your head.

With your headphones in hand, you go to walk out your room and bang straight into a solid, muscular yet comforting wall of a man.

James Buchanan Barnes.

Now this is a sexual tension, you knew was there.

During your darker period and one of James’ periods where he actually knew who he was, you two had quite the intimate meeting.

That’s how you really knew about The Winter Soldier and the blowing up of the UN Building, you never heard of it.

You were in the thick of it, having being with James the morning after the night before.

He made you fully aware of his past, he adored that you didn’t care.

Which you didn’t, not because of what was happening in your life, but because you didn’t care about people’s past, if they were taking active steps to change them and James was.

Until that day nearly ruined him.

That was the last time you ever saw him, until Tony brought you back to the compound after you helped them in New York. You were brought along by Tony once he sought you out, following another breakdown sending his radars wild.

You and Bucky made an agreement to never speak of your time together to the others and you were to never repeat them now that you worked and lived together with everyone.

Which you both did.

Admittedly, it was tough at first.

But Bucky’s new loveable and chirpy persona made it a lot easier to view him a friend, which he eventually became.

“Y/N, you going to train?” Bucky questioned.

“Can’t get anything past you, Barnes.” You winked and carried on down the hall.

He took a deep breathe, placing his hands on his hips and shook his head as he dipped it.

Then looked up you through his lashes, licking his lips – all of which was done to your back.

But he chased after you.

“Fancy a sparring partner?” Bucky questioned.

“You sure you can keep up this time Sargent?” You nudged his shoulder and looked down at younwith playful eyes.

Grabbing hold of you from behind, he picks you up and then bends over you to tickle you, to which you are squealing, laughing and trying to wiggle out of his grip, you break free from him and you run into the kitchen and you are both stood at either end of the kitchen island, you make a run for it.

“You want a sparring partner Barnes, catch me first!” You shout in between the giggles.

“Sounds like a challenge to me, Buck.” Sam encourages Bucky, not realising Bucky only had the intention of catching you.

Everyone laughed, they were used to seeing these kind of antics happening.

You wound everyone up and made everything a game, it was the only thing that stopped everyone going mad.

Everyone found it hilarious..  except Strange.

He was seething.

Glaring between you and Bucky throughout the entire encounter. Rage burning in his gut. Head racing to why he felt like this. His own hand curdled into a fist so aggressively tight it turned his scarred knuckles white.

Jealous.

He was jealous, he wanted that to be him. To be that open with you. To mess around, be the reason to her your laugh, see your smile and encourage challenge out of you.

Once you and Bucky went to the training room, he excused himself. Created a portal to the only place that could give him some solace.

The hospital.

“Christine. I need help. Now” Strange pleaded. Looking desperate and scared.

Christine smiled up at him, crossing her arms over her chest and assertively questioned “who is she?”.