Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Nine

"Let's just..." The first one who seemed to be doing all the talking trailed off as the other one backed you up with a gun raised and then he went over to shut the laptop from behind, ending the call, "Good, now we're alone."

"What do you want?" You mustered out, not because you were scared, but because your blood was boiling under your skin, and you either needed to run to the toilet again or something much different.

"Straight to the point," He nodded with a frown, gesturing for his friend to lead you over to the couch, but neither of them missed the whining dog who came padding into the room, and he cooed, "Who's this little guy?"

"Don't touch him." You warned, your voice dangerously low, and he quirked an eyebrow at your daring nature before he crouched down to give a few pats to the top of Ollie's head, just to toy with you.

"Such a good boy, huh?"

But a second later, Ollie was growling, and you smiled smugly.

"Yes, he is."

"Keep her here." He grunted, shoving you back onto the couch and then he dragged Ollie by his collar back into one of the bedrooms.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears threatening to spill, as you hoped with all you had he wouldn't hurt Ollie and knowing that even if you could get to him to heal him in time, you'd forever hear the noise that came as a result.

But thankfully, he just locked him in the room, and you let out a sigh of relief when you heard your boy's low whine.

"The father was anonymous," You began as soon as he returned, your eyes on him, and ignoring how the other one was practically drooling on himself, writhing in his spot with the need to pull the trigger, "And your boy here, doesn't look so good."

"Oh, this?" The one smirked, placing a heavy hand on the man's shoulder and you grimaced as he collapsed a bit under the embrace, "Yeah, see, he hasn't killed in almost six months and he's in desperate need for one."

"A kill?" You asked back dumbly, taking in the state that was borderline...barbaric, and it was giving you bone chilling flashbacks.

"Yeah, but you'll know this feeling soon enough," He gestured to your middle with his gun, "He's that bastard kid's uncle anyway."

"Stop," You pleaded lowly, looking away as you let your eyes fall shut, and you tried to block out that idea, "Don't give me that bullshit."

"It's not bullshit, darlin'," He smirked with a shrug, "I mean, when was the last time you killed? Having that thing inside you must give you a certain hunger for it, am I wrong?"

You glared up at him with daggers and while he had a fear stricken look cross his features, it disappeared the second his friend started laughing. It was a wet, throaty laugh that had spit flying onto the carpet, and all you could think was yeah, you were definitely replacing that later.

"So, who's the father then?" You asked, trying to pull the focus back, "Must be some fucked up sperm if that's his brother."

"Anthony Waller."

"Tony?" You blurted out in a whisper and he laughed loudly, slapping his friends arm lightly in remembrance, getting the other one going again.

"She knows the dead magic man!"

"He's dead?" You couldn't help but to let your thoughts pour out, trying to take the information with a grain of salt, but failing, "And he was...what?"

"One of your mom's experiments," He waved it off like it was nothing, "Felt like he owed your family his life after your dad saved him from that car crash or something...doesn't matter."

"Then they told him – they told him to be your friend so they could uh they could see what you know and – and – and it turned out you were...um...you..." The other one finally spoke up, laughing as he stumbled over his words because he couldn't seem to handle his own excitement.

"She was oblivious." The first one finished for him.

There was a rhythmic knock at the door, a few rings to the bell, and your heart stopped beating in your ears. The gold dust floating down from you whisked onto the floor and they didn't notice it circling their feet as they turned their attention towards the door.

"Who're you expecting?" The first one asked quietly and when you kept silent, he raised his gun to your head, but when he caught your steady glare, he lowered it to your middle, cocking it, "Tell me who is on the other side of that door or watch as your body fights and ultimately fails to heal that thing in your stomach."

"I ordered food." You lied through your teeth as the gold dust dipped under the hem of their pants unnoticed, seeking skin contact.

You could feel it, even as Bucky's metal arm banged on the door, his paranoia itching at him whenever something felt off, and you took a deep breath as your powers intensified.

"Y/n! Open up!" Sam called after bickering with Bucky about not breaking the damn door down when you could've just fallen asleep or were in the bathroom.

"I don't think that's-" The one started, but it was too late as you squeezed your eyes shut and they were a giant pink splat on your back wall in less than a blink of an eye.

You fell back against the cushions, panting heavily, and hugging your middle comfortingly as you let your heart fall back into a normal pace.

"It's open!" You cheerfully called out a moment later and the door slowly opened, but you could tell Bucky had his gun raised.

"Would you put that away?" Happy scolded, "There's a pregnant lady inside."

"His old, paranoid ass always brings the biggest guns like he's going to war in nineteen-forty bad at the drop of a hat." Sam shook his head and then they all stopped short when they took in the scene.

Happy heard Ollie and snapped into action to bring the dog out.

"Thanks." You told him as the fluff jumped up on the couch and started giving your cheek some puppy kisses.

"Y/n..." Sam trailed off, having read about this in the reports along with what Steve's told him.

"They came for the baby." You shrugged.

"Okay." Bucky nodded slowly, eyes still on the now colorful wall, and then ran a hand down his face.

"Are you okay?" Happy asked with a voice full of concern, sitting on the other side of Ollie, and petting the dog as he looked you over for injuries with his eyes.

"Yeah," You breathed out, but then you furrowed your eyebrows, "But I guess that's the problem."

"Why's that?" Happy asked as the other two shared a look.

"I liked it," You admitted, more to yourself then them, but they all tensed uncomfortably, "I liked it too much."

"You were um, you were protecting your family," Sam tried, "That must've felt good to do."

"No," You shook your head, "I mean maybe that was part of it, but it was more of a need and if they hadn't shown up, I think I would've..."

"Would've what?" Bucky asked, growing annoyed with how you were acting, and you knew he hated this already, especially when you looked up to make steady eye contact with him, gesturing to the wall.

"I think I would've gone looking for someone else to do that with."