𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
❝ like gravity, karma is so basic we often don't even notice it ❞
SHE ASKED THE UNIVERSE TO BE NORMAL BUT THE UNIVERSE SAID ❝NO❞
peace was never an option for the avengers. and...
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(episode four - the whole world is watching pt. 1)
THE COOL AIR was welcome on Diana's skin as her clothes stuck to her warm and damp body, she didn't think to turn on the fan for ventilation before having a hot shower and now her clothes felt odd on her. She shook her shoulders, the t-shirt adjusting itself and hanging loosely off her body properly. Sam was sitting on the stool by the island, watching her with a smirk when Diana padded over to the kitchen to make herself a drink.
"Oh, sweet Diana," Sam said, "how I can't wait to collect my cash."
"Oh, you mean your bet with Tonya?" Diana asked, an eyebrow raised with her inquisitive stare as she pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a glass, "oh no, unfortunately, you lost that, forgot to tell you at the party."
"Damn-"
"Not another word of this until after the super soldier problem goes away, Wilson," Diana warned, "one thing at a time, my attention span is only so wide."
Diana was pouring herself a drink when Bucky entered the house. The sound of the front door opening and closing rang in her as she watched as his figure entered. He passed his gaze from Sam over to Diana and now she finally noticed the way his eyes seem to scan her whole body. The only time she's ever noticed him do that is when they're fighting together.
She pulled her gaze away from Bucky to notice she almost spilled the whiskey. Diana quickly set the bottle down and when Sam looked back over to see what she had done when distracted by the metal-armed man, she narrowed her eyes, shaking her head while lifting her glass to her lips and taking a sip.
"Well, the Wakandans are here," Bucky announced, Diana furrowed her eyebrows, who did he meet with? "They want Zemo, bought us some more time."
Diana watched as Bucky walked around the island and stood to her right, the stained glass windows shining down beautiful rays of blue and amber on him. She looked away before he could notice, her eyes locked onto Sam who still held that same smirk on his face.
"Were you followed?" Sam asked.
"No," Bucky shook his with his answer as he observed her drink with an eyebrow raised.
"How can you be so sure?" Zemo followed up, he was in his robe and hopefully some undergarments, drying his hair with a towel.
"Cause I know when I'm being followed," Bucky frowned, sharing a glance with Diana, clearly exasperated by Zemo's questioning.
"It was sweet of you to defend me at least," Zemo nodded. Sam furrowed her eyebrows, a stern look on his face as he twisted his body to look at Zemo.
"Hey, you shut it, no one's defending you," Sam spoke in a low, stern voice, "you killed Nagel."
