Part One

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Warnings: mentions of trauma 


You woke up on a Monday morning in your bed in the tower. You groaned as you realised you had school today, and got dressed before trudging to the kitchen.

"Morning, Y/n," Bucky said. "You want pancakes?"

You nodded sleepily, sitting at the table and scrolling through your phone. You made small talk with Bucky and he placed the pancakes in front of you once they were finished.

"Where is everyone?" you asked.

Sure, it was a school day for you, but most of the Avengers would be having breakfast by now.

"Mission," Bucky supplied. "Strange needed some help with something. Not sure what. They left last night."

"And you were left because..."

Bucky blinked at you, unimpressed.

"Because I'm your legal guardian," he said.

You grinned at him. Bucky had found you in a Hydra base about a year ago on his first mission with Shield. You were fifteen at the time and had been kept in a glass box that could be filled with water if necessary. It was a good precaution for someone with pyrokinesis, but it had given you severe trauma, leaving you unable to stomach swimming.

Unsurprisingly, you and Bucky had bonded over the shared trauma, and he'd taken it upon himself to become your guardian. He taught you how to fight (as well as Natasha Romanoff), and Wanda Maximoff had helped you control your powers.

"You meeting Peter at the station today?" Bucky asked.

You nodded and finished your pancakes before saying goodbye to Bucky and starting on your walk to Midtown Tech. You walked down the footpath, dodging people who had already started their day.

It wasn't by chance that you saw the glowing light at the end of an alley. You were physically drawn to heat and light, and you were drawn to the glowing light at the end of the alley. It was like a small ball of light, and the people walking by were easily able to miss it.

You glanced around and stepped closer, weighing your options. You had to meet Peter in a quarter of an hour, but it was only a five minute walk to the train station. You could take a quick look. What if it was important?

The light was pure white, but didn't give off any heat. You reached towards it, your fingers hesitating, before you brushed against it. The light exploded past you, and you heard glass shattering, drowning out the sounds of New York City. The alley seemed to break into pieces of glass, and they flipped over to reveal the same alley. The light disappeared, and you looked around wildly, your heart beating like you'd run a marathon.

What the hell was that? The sounds of New York returned to your ears, and you quickly pulled your phone out of your pocket. You had to let Bucky know something weird was going on.

"Hey, pretty."

You looked over your shoulder to see two men walking up to you. They were dressed as if they only shopped at a store that sold clothes from 2012, and they were leering at your body.

You started walking towards the safe, sunny street, but quickly noticed that the light had disappeared. Your blood ran cold as you looked up. Stars dotted the night sky, and the moon was shining brightly. Had you somehow missed an entire day? Or had it been longer?

"Hey, girly. What're you doing here this late?"

The two men had reached you now, but you really didn't feel like listening to them. You could always burn them to a crisp, but that was technically murder, and you knew you'd get kicked off the team. But you could beat them up a little bit...

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