We Deserved Better ⤿ Stucky x Reader

twelve ⤿ flight

You were stood in front of the table, on top of the wooden surface was scattered papers and files of the boys. You stared down at their photos with wide eyes, slowly air was becoming harder and harder to get in your lungs. Hands starting to shake as you tried to make sense of this all.

Everything was slowly falling onto your shoulders and pushing them down.

The walls felt like they were closing in and you needed to get out of here, you needed to go outside and breathe.

Soon you were stumbling to the door, fumbling with the door knob before finally opening it. The door swung open faster than you thought it would, hand resting against your chest as you were breathing hard.

As you took a few steps out of the room you snapped your eyes to your left, standing wide eyed and looking at you were none other than Steve and Bucky.

Steve softly called out your name, his hand reaching out to you. But you were in fight or flight mode.

And you chose flight.

Soon enough you were running, you needed out. You couldn't be in there any longer. Everything was too much.

You ran down the hallways, eyes wide and frantic as they searched for ways out. You couldn't hear your name being called, too focused on bolting.

As you ran through the building people would gasp and jump out of your way, not wanting to be bulldozed over by you. With a sharp right you were in a stairwell, taking two steps at a time as you almost flew down the stairs.

At one point you had ran past Nick, his eye was wide and hands went to his hips with a heavy sigh. "Motherfucker." He grumbled out, he was getting flashbacks to when Steve came out of the ice. He should've figured you were a flight risk.

It was amazing how fast you were going, Steve and Bucky had ended up losing you at one point, having to split up.

They feared you getting out of the building and getting lost in New York. The city was big and bustling, it was easy to lose someone. And being as you were rather short it would be even harder for them to find you.

It didn't take long for you to get to the first floor of the headquarters whipping your body around to find a door outside. Once you spotted it you rushed to it, pushing open the door before stumbling out onto the sidewalk. Your breathing was heavy as you stood there, staring up at all the buildings. You took a few more steps onto the pavement before stumbling to the side as a body pushed against your shoulder.

"Watch where you're going! Don't stand in the middle of the damn sidewalk!" The stranger spat out, shaking their head before muttering under there breath and hustling on.

Your mouth was agape ever so as you inhaled and exhaled, your gaze shifted around you as people continued walking around you, causing you to tense your shoulders and shift them.

A few moments passed as you stayed standing there, your shoulder being hit a few more times by others as they spat out some remark about you standing around like an idiot.

You were stuck inside your head, it was loud and frantic and you didn't know what to do. You felt like you couldn't move.

Soon though a gentle hand was placed on your shoulder, causing you to tense up and whip your upper body to the side. Standing behind you was Nick Fury once again, his face expressionless as he started guiding you back inside the building.

You kept your gaze glued to the floor, feeling like a child who just got caught doing something they shouldn't have done.

As you both entered the building Nick kept his hand on your shoulder, steering you along. Soon the sound of two heavy footsteps sounded through. You kept your gaze on the floor though, Nick stopped walking and so did you.