Once the next morning had come, Bucky never came into our room. He must have fallen asleep on the couch, which made what I was going to do next that much easier: walk away from it all.
I packed what I needed; clothes, wallet, phone, toiletries and left my wheelchair behind as I walked straight out the front door. I had left a note for Bucky on the coffee table in plain sight.
Once I had made it to the street, I got an uber to the closest airport and set off to Ireland for a fresh start on my life.
The next few weeks made my life busy; I changed my phone number and changed my name so neither SHIELD nor Zemo or whoever else came after me could find me. I dyed my hair, now a long hair blonde beauty who is unidentifiable. I had gotten a job bartending at night and going to school to be a college professor during the day.
Most of my days, weeks, have been spent grinding out school work in my flat and mixing drinks until dawn. I was left alone; nobody ever came after me or bothered me and it was very enjoyable. Since getting rid of the wheelchair, I was forced to walk everywhere, which strengthened my legs once again and no longer needed extra assistance. I also began practicing my magic once again and built up my powers to be enough in case of an emergency. I didn’t need anyone but myself.
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Birds of a Feather
FanfictionWhen a mission goes wrong, Y/N is injured in battle, she is unsure if she will be able to recover and an annoyance is left to baby sit her while the Avengers are on an extended mission. Can she cope with the annoyance or will it drive her insane?
