X-Marks the Heads

Blend and Mind-bend

The charity event was tomorrow night. You had about 18 hours to prepare yourself mentally and get back in the zone physically. You made your way to the training facility where you found bucky firing sharp jabs into a boxing dummy. He didn't pick up his harsh gaze to even glance at you. He was fully pretending you weren't there, like an angry child. You made your rounds of the equipment. Every blow you struck he struck one back at his dummy as if it were a dumb pissing contest. You finally faltered on the silence "what's your fucking problem?" - he turns to you in an instant, nostrils flaring. "You're my fucking problem doll, read my lips...I do not trust you" he said aggressively. "I know you, remember". - "no you don't know me asshole, you don't know a single fucking thing about me or my intensions!" He cuts you off like always, totally exacerbated by you. "I'm just warning you right now, I have people in here I care about and if you hurt them Stark won't be able to help you. I promise". - "you'd lose asshole, you should know that if you know me." This was true, he was no match but he was willing to die and he would take you to hell with him. You could see it in the blackness of his blue eyes. He gritted his teeth and walked out. 
    In the morning you woke from your usual tormented sleep. There was a pit in your stomach, not for the mission - you had never failed - but from the withdrawals of that all important chemical. Your cells danced with the Rapture cravings. You were also apprehensive about the pairing with Bucky. You would do your part as requested but would his allegiance to Steve be enough to keep him in line or would he fuck it up for everyone through his pure hatred for you? The thoughts were drowning you. "Please stop!" You groaned to yourself.
    You had some time to kill before heading out. There was always food to eat readily available in the compound and cooking to you was like learning Mandarin. Which you knew - hydras training of elite assassins included fluency in as many languages as a tortured brain could remember - you had never cooked in your life except for a few times on missions where you had been out for weeks at a time and you had to hunt to survive. Sticking a branch up a rabbits back-end and griddling him over an open flame was like second nature compared to their "toaster? what is that even for?"you puzzled. You opted for a bagel, Tony said these were good with coffee.
    You took a few bites overthinking more on how tonight would play out. Suddenly your breathing became laboured and your head began to frantically swim through the tide of your mind. Your chest rose and fell rapidly but there was no time to actually inhale. Then out of nowhere a large hand was on your shoulder and spinning you around. Your vision was blurred but the accent confirmed a certain God of Thunder had found you. "Settle down fragile human" he came down to your eye level. "What's happening to me?" You gasped, throwing your bagel. "Woah what did that bagel ever do to you?" - "THOR help me!" You snapped back not meaning to be cruel but you were frantic. "I'm sorry Y/N just breathe slower" - you complied bringing yourself back to earth - "better now?" He asked with genuine concern. "Yeah, I'm never eating one of those again though." You steadied yourself. "What was that?" - "a bagel is a delicacy of New York I think," Thor Missunderstood. "No not the bagel," you choked out a laugh. - "Oh! I believe you mortals call it the Panic Attack". You wondered what had brought that on. Most likely a mix of the recent stresses but you had been through a life of nothing but stress and had become accustomed to never feeling relaxed.
    8.30pm came and you we're suited up for the mission. Natasha had a surplus of suits you were allowed to use. The uniform was flexible and protective but sleek and you looked good in the form fitting attire. As you approach the quinjet Sam and Steve are making eyes at you, you don't know how to feel but you secretly ate up their hungry looks. "Don't worry Y/N you'll get used to the drool, they can't help themselves". Uttered Nat - she told you to call her Nat. "Hey I'm not an animal, my eyes do what they do" Sam said unashamed. "How about you keep your eyes on the target instead tonight huh Falcon?" - Nat joked at him - "we wanna blend in", she continued. "Yeah operation blend and mind-bend", Sam amused himself.
    The quinjet was fast and it took no time to reach your destination. Bucky began to land the jet near the mansion, Stark's stealth tech made it undetectable. You focused hard going over all the mission details in your head. You were to meet Bucky at the last checkpoint when the mission was complete.