-CONTAINS SMUT-
Taken from an asylum you've been a part of the Avengers since 2012. Under house arrest and jumping from mission to mission you were tired. After Natasha broke you and the rest of team Cap out you were assigned to a mission in Wakanda...
"So are you actually a witch?" Bucky asked you as he swept the living room floor.
"Yes sir," you replied as you filed through the dusty records. You managed to find the Abbey Road album under stacks of forties music.
"You ma'am have taste," he smiled and plucked the vinyl from you, placing it very carefully in his red record player.
"I know," you chuckled proudly, "also I'm making dinner." You told him and strutted over to the kitchen.
"What? No, I'm cooking," he whined.
"I insist, you cooked me breakfast so I'm making dinner." You argued.
"Fine, you better make something good," he pouted and continued to sweep. You scoured the fridge for peppers and other vegetables while humming 'Something'.
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"Dinner is ready, Barnes," you announced as you plated his food.
"Can I just finish this chapter real quick?" He pleaded.
"If you want cold food, sure." You replied and began to plate your own food.
"Done," he snapped the book shut and stared up at you with his expressionless face.
"Are you going to continue to stare or are you going to get your food?" You asked and sat down beside him.
"How was your nap earlier?" He inquired suspiciously and glided over to the counter where his dinner was resting on a shiny white plate. Steam escaped the very top of the vegetables that sat centimeters from the pork and mashed potatoes.
"It was mediocre," you replied truthfully and sliced the center of your pork chops with a shiny silver knife.
"Can you grab me a drink?" You requested in a faux sweet voice. Without responding, he sent a juice box flying your way. It landed with a muffled thud on the couch cushion beside you, "did you just throw that at me?!" You asked, shock lacing your voice.
"I didn't throw it that hard," he rolled his eyes and made his way back over to the living room, recieving a scoff from you.
"Thanks," you grumbled and continued to eat your food in the thick silence.
"You're welcome, doll." He replied casually.
That was the first time he had called you 'doll'. It happened many times after. For the next few weeks, you had shadowed him as part of your job. You kept a watchful eye when he went to do chores and visited Shuri in lab when she worked on removing the Winter Solider programming.
"Can you pass me that wrench?" Shuri requested. She was working on an invention while you were removing Winter Soldier programming. It wasn't your job but you convinced her to let you. It made you feel useful, proud that you could actually benifit an opperation on your own terms. That little bit of control made you feel great.
"Where are they exactly?" You asked with out looking up from Bucky's torso.
"Shelf to your right," Bucky informed you as he stared straight ahead. You pivoted on your heel and lifted yourself using your toes. Your arm stretched up the shelf. Your hand skimmed the top rack which you couldn't see. A silver wrench poked itself over the ledge allowing for you to see. Without think you shot a purple whisp to encase the tool. It gently floated down into your hand and glowed a deep purple.
Shuri recieve the wrench and you continued to work on Bucky. Every so often one of you would try to come up with conversation.
"You know, your eyes stay purple after you do that," he observed.
"Yeah? Thats new." You replied honestly. You really didn't know much about your powers. New aspects manifested almost everyday and sometimes they wouldn't stay for long.
"Are you being sarcastic?" He frowned.
"No, I am not. This," you held up your hand and allowed a purple orb of smoke to form, "it's unpredictable. The only consistancy is the color." You explained.
"How did you get it?" He asked genuinly.
"It was blue and simple until.." Your words trailed off.
"Until?" He pressed further.
"I can't remember," you lied, "I think that's enough for today." You told him and shut down the generator swiftly.
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