The Impossible Mortal - A Marvel FanFic

Just a Mortal

Author's Note: Apologies for the delay on this chapter. I just got back from spending the weekend in NYC. This one is a bit shorter, but the next will be longer! Hope you've all been well x

You're pulled from off of Barnes by Thor, and the second your hand breaks contact with him, you're free of the images as well.

Steve is with Barnes, and Tony and Clint immediately come to you, "Y/N...are you alri...?"

You hold up one finger to stop Tony from asking, and run to the garbage, just making it in time to throw up. Sam was closest over there, so he grabs your hair, holding it back. 

Clint grabs a water for you, and you start to calm down, now leaning against the kitchen island.

"What were you seeing in your mind?" Tony hesitantly asks you.

You lift your head and slowly look around the room, eyes landing on Barnes, "For his sake," you nod at him, "I will keep out the details, but..."

Before you can continue, Barnes chimes in, "My time at HYDRA. What they did to me, to make me the Winter Solider." He pauses, "I presume."

The room is silent, "Was that...?" You take a deep breath in, "That's who you were when you...?"

Barnes nods twice, "My directive was to kill Stark and his wife." 

You and Tony visibly stiffen, "...then why not kill me as well? I was right there." You use the edge of the kitchen island to help you stand-up, "You looked directly at me that night!"

Barnes averts his eyes from yours and looks down, "When I saw you, I had every intention of doing just that. But..." His brows furrow, "Then you looked at me and I....the REAL me, started to break. So I ran."

"Y/N had the power to break through the Winter Soldier bond," Nat says from one of the couches.

You laugh, drawing everyone's attention back to you, "Me? Power? Please." You walk to the hallway leading to the bedrooms, "Clearly the mission has done you all in and made you delusional."

Tony takes 2 steps to you, "Y/N, maybe if we just..."

"No!" You say louder. "There's nothing to do. No powers. Nothing. HUMAN!" 

Your eyes meet Loki's for the first time.

"...Just a mortal," you say quieter before doing a 180 degree turn and walking out.

Instead of going to your room, you go to the staircase at the end of the hall, and take it to one of the smaller training rooms, "FRIDAY, please lock the door and turn off the camera for an hour."

"Completed, Y/N," FRIDAY's voice replies.

"Thanks, FRIDAY," you press a button and a set of knives and darts on a tray drops down from a ceiling panel.

You run your hand along the set, landing on one with intricate detail around the handle, "I do quite like the sound of complete privacy, Pet." 

Your jaw clenches, teeth grinding together, "Good, my target practice is here." You turn with one of the knives, "Stand over there." You use it to point near a wall.

"Tempting me with a good time?" Loki grins. "You do know how much I love your choice of weapon."

You don't play into Loki, "Targets usually don't talk."

His grin fades, "We do need to talk."

"No. We don't," you press another button and an actual target appears against the wall. 

"Y/N," Loki says your name.

The target is like those in a shooting range, a silhouette of a person, with a thick, cork board background. 

You throw the first knife, just slightly missing the target.

"Y/N," Loki repeats, now closer to you.

You show no sign of even having heard him. You just throw the next knife, but still miss.

"Here; let me," Loki's voice comes from right behind you, and you feel his arm and hand take hold of yours, aiming at the target. "And just so we're clear on the matter, your possession was incorrect."

You frown a little, confused, and when you turn your head slightly to Loki, your cheek brushes his.

"You are not A mortal. You are MY mortal," Loki releases the knife with you, which hits the target directly.