TW- Violence
‘I will say this once and you best answer me. Who the FUCK are you!’ your voice sharp as you glare at the man before you, the heavy pace of the music mirrored your rage building up inside.
Taken back by your outburst Peter reaches for your arm, ‘Miss Trixie...’
Brushing his hand away you launch the wrench towards the intruder, it narrowly misses his face before colliding with the glass doors behind him. Shattering into a thousand pieces the rainfall glistened the hallway. ‘ANSWER ME!’ Your screams auditable to the many onlookers.
Grasping at another tool you threaten to throw it again. Slowly raising his hands in surrender still not muttering a word Clint stood stone faced, staring between you and the boys. Peter turns the music down pleading with you to calm down revealing the hum of an alarm sounding through the corridors.
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Speeding down the staircase you race towards the lab. Your assistant has alerted you to an in-house disruption where someone is attacking your security guards. Your feet sliding down the tiled flooring you hear can hear the screams exploding, sounds like they were coming from a woman. Doll?
Reaching the lab you slow your pace, assessing the damage you note the glass and tools decorating the entrance. Quickly dismissing the onlookers away your voice cool and calm as you speak slowly. ‘Doll....’ taking a small step forward you reach out to her, ‘How about you pass me that hammer and we can have a talk?’ You try to focus on your training techniques but you emotions are fighting to take control. Struggling to conceal the shocked expression your portraying you try to zone in on just on her.
‘Bucky!’ her voice relieved, Beatrix’s expression desperately pleading for you to save them ‘It’s him. The guy who has been following me he’s here!’ your eyes now dart toward Clint, without speaking you dismiss him with just a firm quick nod, he turns to walk away.
‘You....You know?’ her confusion apparent, slightly lowering her hammer in shock as you let her pursuer leave. Beatrix’s voice now accusing as she lifts the hammer in your direction ‘You know him?!’ the pain filling her eyes burns into you. You didn’t want to do this.
Taking in a slow breath, your arms still reaching out but now in defence. ‘His name is Clint. He works for me...’
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‘Did you know? Have you known this whole time? How long have you been working with Paul? Was this all just part of a big game?’ rapidly panting as your heart pounds in your chest, tightening with the pain you slam the hammer onto the counter. Placing your hands on either side to steady yourself as the tears stream down your face, sobbing as you piece together the flood of information confirmed by Bucky’s unspoken words.
James stumbles over what to say. Seeing the torment behind his eyes you know he has no excuses, nothing to hide behind. Did he even care for you at all? He takes another step towards you, feeling him move closer your body recoils ‘Don’t come near me!’ you spit through gritted teeth.
Listening to your wishes he moves back. ‘Doll. It’s not what you think.’
Snatching up your bag you need to go, you need to get out. your voice breaking as you push through the pain.
‘I am not your doll.’
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Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
