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Peter remembers at first glance, her appearance didn't pull him in. It was weird, being introduced to her and not being star-struck by meeting another Avenger. But the more he hung out with her, the more he saw.
He, nor anyone really, could ever deny Em was cute. Perfect almond-shaped eyes took up part of her face, her nose, maybe a bit too small for normal people's taste, rested just below them. A normal-sized mouth above her chin. The super soldier serum gave her a good physical shape. But it took longer than just a casual glance to see her real beauty.
He would watch her as she smiled, watching how her perfectly straight teeth complimented her rosy pink lips. He noticed her long eyelashes that would flutter when she squinted while laughing. The way her whole face would light up when she laughed, eyes crinkling the skin next to them when she laughed, head was thrown back and mouth wide open without a care in the world who saw. Her brown hair always styled to perfection, even if she wasn't leaving her room. Her ears, though small, were littered in piercings, and it made her even prettier.
Appreciating Em's beauty took time, like appreciating artwork at a museum.
Peter watched as the pretty girl rushed through the compound, pushing through people to get to the hangar where a quinjet had just landed. He sees her scrunched up face, and decides to run after her - see if his super hero best friend needs help.
As Peter catches up to the now standing still Em, he looks at her once more, seeing her wide eyes trained on the ramp of the quinjet that was now lowering. He sees a speck of brown near the corner of her mouth, and she turns to him at that thought, smiling wide as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve.
"I just ate the last of Sam's chocolate cake," she answers his thought. "I was running from him when I heard Steve's thoughts."
Peter nods, slightly jumping on his feet when he turns to watch the ramp touch the ground. He starts when Em rushes towards it, taking a second before he runs too. He can only guess how loud Steve's thoughts had to have been for her to hear it from the other side of the building.
Em stops at the end of the ramp, bouncing on her feet as Steve walks out from the front of the quinjet, holding Bucky up with his human arm around Steve's shoulders and Steve's arm wrapped around his waist. Peter immediately runs to the other side of Bucky, putting the metal arm around Peter's shoulders and helping with the weight. Em winces as Bucky gets near, his thoughts assaulting her mind.
With all her strength, she slams a mental wall between him and her, shutting his raging thoughts out from her head. Steve and Peter both watch her face sag with relief, putting together what happened for themselves.
"He needs to get to the medical wing," Em voices, as if that wasn't where the two men were going to take him anyways. She turns on her heel, walking at a fast pace to the door and leading the men to the wing. Peter and Steve look at each other with a shrug of their head, before following quickly after the witch.
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The medical wing in the Avengers Compound was different from the one that used to be in the Avenger's Tower. 24 rooms lined both left and right side of the hall, glass walls that could be darkened upon command by FRIDAY. Nurses and doctors rushed in and out of each room, fixing up injuries from little scrapes to broken bones.
Em directed the group to the first open door, walking in and immediately requesting FRIDAY to set the room to private. She waited for Steve and Peter to put Bucky down on the bed, and when they did, she immediately put a hand to his head, letting the wall disappear. She could hear Steve in the background saying something, but her mind was filled with Bucky's voice.
She pulls her hand away, slamming the wall back down.
"He understands touch when he's unconscious," Em mutters to herself, the two enhanced individuals hearing her as if she yelled it. She thinks for a moment, before putting her hand back to his head, a white mist forming from her hand around his face. Em's eyes close for a second, and Bucky's open.
