Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Fifty Three

It was a fucking trap. Within minutes of the team touching down, multiple additional Kraken reinforcements arrived via jets.

You'd split off, your sole goal to annihilate them.

It was actually kind of fun. Your powers released, decimating at least fifty of the fuckers immediately before you reigned them back in. You wanted them to suffer as you had. So, you moved with Bucky through the snow, taking them on in small groups.

Drowning them in their own spit.

Raising their body temperature until their brains boiled.

Speeding up their heart rates until the muscles exploded in their chests.

Countless broken bones and bursting arteries.

Their screams of pain were music to your ears.

"Penelope!" Steve barked into your comm.

"What?!" You screamed back, sending plumes of purple shadows into the next approaching group.

"Knock it off. You are to be taking them out, not torturing them. It's not what we-"

"FRIDAY, turn off comms." You interrupted his spiel.

Bucky gave you a look mid scuffle.

"Oh, shove it. He can yell at me later." You concentrated on the goons surrounding you, picking them off one by one until you got to the last. Now you were fucking pissed.

How fucking dare he try to reprimand me in front of the team. Like I'm some kind of fucking child.

Bucky's focus was pulled back to the group of three Kraken goons behind him as you worked your magic on the one you'd trapped. Literally. Your shadows lifted him from the snowy ground, seeping into his system ready for the kill as you pondered your options.

"S-stop! The other girls, they- they need you." He grunted.

You halted, scowling up at this useless lifeform. "What?"

"The other... girls. They are dying." He tried again, gasping through the words as your shadows slowly cut off his air supply.

Easing your hold, you lowered him down to kneel in the snow at your feet. Tapping your foot, you gave him a moment to catch his breath. "You have precisely one minute to explain before I turn your brains into goo."

"No!" He held a hand up.

As if that would actually fucking stop you.

"The other girls. They are dying."

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head as your shadows once again surrounded the man. "You already said that."

"They are like you. And your sister. But their bodies are unable to accept the power. They are dying."

"And you think I can help? What, you want to do some experiments? See what makes me special? I. Think. Not." Your shadows tipped his head back further with each word until his neck was bent at such a strained angle a stiff wind could snap it.

You watched with satisfaction as the vein in his neck bulged from the pressure.

"No! No. We just need your blood. One vial. Then we can see which compounds you possess that they do not. If it's something we can fix so that they can live."

"Then what? Be your own personal science experiments? There to be used, to be weaponized as you see fit?!" Your shadows swirled around him, kicking up snow as they matched your anger.

"No. Not that at all. The goal is to get them better. So that they can live a normal life. We're not all like Whittier. She was fucking nuts. We saved the girls from her. But whatever she'd started in them wasn't finished and their bodies began rejecting the powers. They started dying."