Serum (Steve Rogers 18+ FF)

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They lead me to a large helicopter thing, miles away from my stupid apartment.

"Is your back okay?" Barnes asks suddenly.

"What the fuck do you care?" I snap at him.

"You don't have to be hostile," tacky outfit says.

"I'll be whatever I want, Spangles," I grit out at him, "now don't talk to me."

"How'd you get away from Hydra?" Natasha asks.

"The 'no talking to me' thing goes for you too."

I climb into the helicopter after the tinman and take one of the first seats I see after tossing my bag into the one next to it. I hiss in pain as my back hits the rough fabric. It's large and spacious, with plenty of room to walk about.

"Would you like some help bandaging those up?" Spangles asks.

"No," I glare up at him, "they'll heal on their own."

"Do you want any pain killers?" He takes the seat across from me.

"They won't do shit for me," I look out the window.

"Right, boosted metabolism."

"Alright, Wings," tinman says taking the seat next to Spangles, "we'll be at the tower in less than an hour, then we can get the tracker out."

"Do not," I glare at him, "call me Wings."

"Would you rather Branding Iron?" He tries to joke.

"You'll call me, Spades," I continue to glare at him.

"Spades?" His brows furrow.

"It was the name Hydra gave her," James says from across the way, "why do you want to still go by it?"

"Because y/n doesn't exist anymore," my glare moves to him, "she died when you Caster pushed me off that building."

"What do you mean?" Spangles asks.

"I mean, Captain Nosey, that the nicer, twelve year old girl that would make sure the Winter Soldier was okay after every mind wipe, isn't me anymore. That's bull shit went out the window the moment my back broke into seven sections against four foot thick, solid concrete."

"You checked on me?"

My head snaps back to James.

"No, I checked on a man that I thought cared about me," I look back out the window, "you obviously aren't him. Not everyone shut up and leave me the fuck alone until we land."

"Yes ma'am," tinman says mockingly.

"One more smart ass remark from you and I'll burn your tongue off."

The trip is silent the rest of the way to their ridiculous tower.

"Not like that's a big ass target or anything," I mutter as we land on the roof.

We get out and my feet freeze on me.

"You okay?" Spangles ask, taking a few steps back towards me.

"Don't have good relationships with the tops of large buildings."

Even though it's almost twenty feet away, I feel to close to the edge.

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths.

"How many paces in what direction?"

"Huh?" I hear tinman question.

"Uh here," I feel hands on my shoulders turning me to face a certain direction before Spangles speaks again, "fifty paces."

I start to walk carefully, feeling Spangles beside me the whole way to the door.

Once in the safety of the building I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

"Never seen an assassin frozen in fear," tinman says suddenly.

"I bet you haven't seen god either," I snap, "I can change that too if you'd like."

"I'll shut my mouth now," he looks down.

"Good idea, now get the fucking thing out of me."

"This way Miss."

I turn and see a man in a lab coat and glasses seeming nervous. He starts to lead the way down the stairs and to a lab, the rest of us following.

"I'm doctor Banner, Tony already told me what we need to do while you were on your way here," he says as he looks at one of the many computer screens, "I just need to find exactly where it is with some x-rays so I can remove it for you."

I nod.

"Go ahead and sit up on the bed," he points to the medical bed.

I do so without a word, but I can feel my anxiety build.

I hate labs.
I hate operating tables.
I hate doctors.
I hate scientists.

"You have good reason to," a woman says.

My eyes snap to the small woman as do other's.

"Stay the fuck out of my head unless you want to lose yours," I snap at her.

I let down my fucking guard. How could I be so stupid?

"It's a bit hard what your mental walls crack open and your thought are basically being shouted out," the Prick says while leaning against the door way.

I pick one of the metal studs off my shorts, making it white hot before flicking it harshly at me.

It lands right on his neck and he jumps, trying to flick it away.

"And that was for?" He narrows his eyes at me.

"Being a prick," I deadpan.

"She has a point, Reindeer Games," tinman says, his suit no longer on him.

"And you're head comes to one," the prick bites back.

An actual laugh erupts from my stomach and everyone turns to me.

"Ya know what? What's your name?" I ask him.

"Loki," he replies sceptically.

"Well, Loki," I say, nodding my head slightly, "you can call me y/n, and I take back calling you a prick, because that, my friend, was gold."

Tinman's jaw drops.

"Seriously?" He asks in shock.

"Dead serious," I smirk, "pinhead."

"Oh fuck off," he rolls his eyes, "I thought we were getting a tracker out of your back so you can leave."

"Let's get on with it then, tinman."

"Oh so you get to use nicknames but I don't?"

"Exactly."