russian spy stuff

how it all started

AN/ okayyy! This is my first story so bear with me. I always have trouble finding good Nat fanfics to feed my bi panic so I decided to write one. If y'all have feedback, don't be shy. I'll try to post pretty often but no promises. You never know what life will throw at you... 

I know the story seems vague for now, but it'll clear up soon. The chapters will also get longer. The story is set right after Age of Ultron and I love Stucky so I decided to include them/AN

It took me forever to get back up . She was looking at me with a bunch of emotions in her eyes: shock, worry and confusion. She probably couldn't understand why I pushed her out of the way. And she was probably wondering if I would be getting up.

I got out of bed and made my way to the living room. I plopped down on the couch and opened the TV. They were talking about the new Avengers recruit on the news. During the catastrophe in Sokovia, everyone was on edge, wondering if they could save us, or if they'd just end up vaporizing the Earth and every living soul on it. When they got back to New York, it was like nothing happened. They didn't talk about it a lot, but they introduced Wanda Maximoff, the new member of the Avengers, and that was it. They had nothing more to say about them almost causing the destruction of the planet, except that they were adding another dangerous individual to their already dangerous team. Reassuring.

I had met one of the Avengers before. I used to work at SHIELD before I got into a grave accident during a mission in Budapest and got badly hurt, I couldn't walk for a year. Since then, I have reshaped my life. I quit my job, went back to university and I'm now just starting again as a psychologist. I specialize in PTSD. It's kinda my thing, since everything that happened...

I hear the door of the apartment open. It's James, my roommate. I like him, he's nice. He's just slightly obsessed with the Avengers and has a weird arm prosthetic. It surprised me that I have never seen him take it off. He's shy about that, so I understand. I met him at the office. He was dating one of my coworkers, Andrew, and used to drop him off all the time. I would often try to talk to James because Andrew would leave him alone to wait for him pretty often and I felt bad for the poor man. First impression, he looks like a murderer. If you would tell me that he hides kitchen knives under his pillow, I probably would've believed you then. One day, his boyfriend brought James to work but it got intense. They got into a giant fight and Andrew ended things in front of everyone. James froze into place, looking like he was burning with rage. I found him at the end of the day, sitting outside, staring into the distance. I offered him a lift back home, but then realized that he lived with Andrew. James and I were already friends and he needed a place to stay. As if the stars were aligned, my roommate had ditched me a couple of weeks ago and I needed a new one. So I offered him my free room. He lived with me for a while before actually moving in.

Now, he and I are best friends. One thing slightly suspicious though, he never talks about his past. I know, boundaries. And to be honest, I don't tell him much about mine either. The thing is, I can hear him pretty much every night waking up, screaming at the top of his lungs. Sometimes I wish he would open up to me a bit and tell me about what happened to him before. How he lost his arm and what makes him have nightmares all the time. Maybe he thinks I won't understand, but I know he can hear me wake up in the middle of the night too.

AN/ Alriight! So this is the beginning, I hope you like it! I know it's vague for now but it'll get better (and longer) soon I promise

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