Dawn | Bucky Barnes ✔️

8. Coffin Dodger

W I D O W S E V E N T E E N

My leg bounces nervously beneath my feet, eyes glancing around at the person beside them and not at the male standing at the front of the head table. After Vision left, Steve, Wanda and I all made our selves down to join the team in the break room. A box of donuts lie untouched, my mind trying to fight with me to tempt to reach other and get one but my stomach has no feel whatsoever that I darted my eyes away from them with a sneer on my face.

The grey haired male who I am totally ignoring the Secretary of State who, by the way, was a complete asshole. He continues to talk, completely oblivious to no one really listening to him.

"Five years ago, I had a heart attack. I dropped right in the middle of my backswing.." He started, doing a swinging motion with his arms. I can show him a swinging motions with my bat. "Turned put it was the best round of my life, because after thirteen hours of surgery and a triple bypass... I found something forty years in the army had never taught me: Perspective." He pauses, looking down at the table as if lost in thought.

I yawned.

Dramatically.

Steve discreetly whacked me across the head.

"The world owes the Avengers an unplayable debt. You have fought for us, protected us, risked your lives... but while a great many people see you as heroes, there are some... who would prefer the word vigilantes"

Vigilante shit.

That should be called a song name, someone take notes for the future...

"And what word would you use, Mr Secretary" I challenged him, turning my head towards him for the first time I sat in this room. I raised a brow at him when he turns his head towards me with a glare.

He tilts his head taking me in, "Seventeen isn't it? The twenty three year old girl with beauty but yet has no self control over her immune powers. I've seen the tapes from the buildings, I saw the no control you had when you went behind the army truck, cowardly. How's Pietro since you saved him, hm? Does your electricity bind him to you, to make him do anything you want?" The man retorts with a tipped smile, scratching his scraggly, greying moustache.

"Why you little-"

"Seventeen" Tony Stark cuts me off before I could spew insults towards the antique collecting dust dick, who I may possibly be digging an even bigger hole from what we are going through now. "I apologise, Mr Secretary, Seventeen here has been having moods for the past week or too-"

"I'll show you a mood-"

"Sev, save your breath" Steve murmurs from beside me. "He's not worth it"

I huffed unhappy, my facial reactions seems to bring a smirk on the antique fossils face. I want to punch it better yet crush it. I settle down nevertheless in my seat, I rolled my eyes childishly but gesture for the old greyhead to answer my question.

"How about dangerous? What would you call a group of US-based, enhanced individuals who routinely ignore sovereign boarders and inflict their will whatever they choose and who, frankly, seem unconcerned about what they leave behind" Ross activates a screen behind him.

News footage pop up from last Avengers and SHIELD matters flash on the screen as he speaks, "New York" I hear people screaming as the 2012 incident spiral across the city. I watch as the Hulk smashes into a building which sends dust come tumbling down, cutting off the video footage. Rhodney let's put a distressed sigh, looking down at his hands.

"Washington DC"

Three hellicarriers crashing down as they fire at each other. The destroyed Triskelion. A helicarrier crashing into the Potomac and sending up large waves which engulfs citizens running around screaming.