"Lately I've been, I've been losing sleep, dreaming about the things that we could be.."
Y/N's POV
The movie had ended a few minutes ago, and Peter had already retreated to his room. You lazily flipped through the channels on the television, searching for something to occupy your attention. Finally, you stumbled upon your favorite show, and as the familiar theme song began to play, you settled in, hoping to enjoy the rest of your evening in peace.
However, just as you were starting to relax, a sudden noise erupted from outside the window. "Bang! Bang!" It echoed repeatedly, shattering the tranquility of the room. Startled, you quickly maneuvered your hands, conjuring a swirling cloud of magic that danced between your fingers. you parted the curtains, cautiously stepping closer to investigate the disturbance.
As suddenly as it began, the knocking ceased. Confused, you scanned the area, your eyes drawn to a nearby tree whose branches rustled in an unnatural manner. With a mix of curiosity and trepidation, you focused your attention on the tree, trying to discern what or who might be causing the commotion.
Then, without warning, a figure leaped down from the tree, landing gracefully right in front of the window. The sudden arrival startled you, and your heart racing in your chest. As you peered at the mysterious individual, you couldn't help but notice the distinct red octopus symbol adorning the left side of their black suit.
Before you could process the situation fully, you felt a sharp prick on your neck. Instantly, a surge of voices flooded your mind, overlapping and intertwining in a disorienting chorus.
"You didn't see that coming?"
"A fine specimen indeed."
"We waited three days for Tony Stark to kill us."
"It's all my fault."
The last phrase echoed repeatedly, reverberating through your thoughts until you woke up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. You gasped for breath, your hand instinctively flying to the spot on your neck where you had felt the prick, only to find nothing there. Relief washed over you as you realized it had all been a vivid dream.
Turning over to the other side of his bed, you squinted as the bright morning sunlight poured through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Just as you began to settle back into a sense of calm, a persistent knocking sound erupted from his door. You groaned, realizing that you had overslept, and quickly sprung into action, rushing to get ready before finally opening the door to confront the outside world.
"Yeah?" You asked opening it, It was Wanda.
"You didn't answer the phone. I'm guessing you just woke up?" She questioned while raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah.." You answered before quickly packing everything.
"Y/N"
"Mhm?" You said stopping what you were doing.
"You can't use your powers for every little thing." She sighed crossing her arms leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah, but if I don't then I'm making you late." You said whilst zipping up your little bag.
"Bucky's in the car outside, ill meet you there." She said unfolding her arms and walking away. You opened the little mini-fridge and a note fell out.
Help yourself, it's all paid for. -You know who
It said you grumbled throwing the note to the side and grabbed an orange juice and a granola bar that was sitting inside before shutting the door, grabbing the bag, and walking into the lobby.
"Hey Y/N" Bucky greeted as you stepped through the automatic doors.
"Hey, Buck." You replied as he hugged you.
"All good?" He asked.
"Yeah, great." You lied remembering the dream that had played last night and gave him a fake smile.
***
The apartment was a far cry from the luxurious compound you used to call home. The living room felt dull and lifeless, the only attempt at freshness being the faint scent of Febreze lingering in the air. After the fallout of the Civil War, everything had changed. No more collaborative efforts in Bruce's lab, no more lively Avengers karaoke nights, no more camaraderie. It was just you, Wanda, and Bucky, trying to make the best out of a less-than-ideal situation.
Dragging your suitcase behind you, you halted in the middle of the lackluster living room, taking in the underwhelming surroundings. With a hint of sarcasm, you muttered, "Not much has changed."
Wanda, passing by your door, shot you a knowing look. "What did you expect? A palace?"
Bucky, trailing behind Wanda, chimed in, "Yeah, it's not the penthouse we're used to."
Sighing, you entered your new room, determined to make the best of the situation. As you hung your belongings in the closet, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for the days when you fought alongside your fellow Avengers in a state-of-the-art facility.
"Hey, don't forget we have training later," Bucky reminded you as he passed your door once again.
"We just got back from Berlin," you protested, feeling the exhaustion seeping into your bones. "I'm too tired."
"That's exactly why we need to train," Bucky insisted. "It'll help you get stronger, especially since your powers seem to drain you at times."
Wanda chimed in, emphasizing the importance of training. "He's right, Y/N. It'll be beneficial for you."
Letting out a defeated sigh, you finally relented. "Fine, but at least I'll get to win again," you stated, a playful smirk gracing your lips.
Bucky raised an eyebrow, a smirk of his own forming. "I'm pretty sure I'm the one who wins."
"Mmm, pretty sure you're wrong," you shot back, a mischievous glint in your eyes. The friendly banter was a welcome distraction from the less-than-ideal circumstances.
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