Mind's Alike // LokixF!mReader

Part 6 - Target Practice

It had been roughly about a week most people hated but tolerated me and Loki had avoided me since our incident.

Wanda, Tony surprisingly and Thor all liked me putting their feelings of the cause of my imprisonment to the side which I did really appreciate.

However I still didn't belong here, even with people like me here I felt alienated and alone still.

I was currently in the training room with full intent to practice my fight styles but I just couldn't decide.

'Oh great..' Bucky says coming in

I raise a brow 'did you think that or just say it?'

He groans 'said it... no point hiding it'

I shrug smiling 'an honest man... you sure you don't want to be friends?'

He smiles 'no... I got a feeling it wouldn't last long'

I smirk 'fine target practice instead'

'Wha-'

I throw dagger at him, he catches it in his palm.

'What the fuck y/n!'

I smile sweetly 'you don't think a friendship would last long between us, why?'

I question throwing another. He grunts catching it.

'Can't you just do your thing and read my mind?'

'Nope. I'm focused on Tony right now to give you a chance. Tell me with your own words why?'

I say throwing two at the same time towards his head.

'You're actually crazy..'

I throw one beside his head

'Come on buck this whole hate thing isn't worth it'

He groans catching another

'Fine... I don't think you'll change, I think you'll go back to your old ways'

I nod contemplating 'that's not it, what else?'

'You dig through my head... how can I trust someone who does that..'

I stare at him 'you are aware I can't usually control what I hear right? Surface stuff like your favourite things, good memories I dig for those. I don't ever go beyond that they just... they just come up'

He stares at me 'and how can I believe that?'

I sigh 'you can't... but I promise you I don't do it on purpose... I actually like the cuffs, things are more... quiet.'

He nods 'fine I will consider giving you a chance as long as I'm not target practice anymore'

I grin putting down the knives 'see was that so hard?'

I had been wondering around the compound for the last few hours it was huge and I wanted to see all of it.

'What are you doing down here, dinners soon'

I smile 'tin can, hi'

He sighs

'I was just looking around, what's this room?'

'Mine and Bruce's lab...'

I look around at all the things in the room, computers, equipment the lot.

'You two are nerds' I say grinning

Tony turns to me 'no science bros' he corrects

I laugh 'sorry... science bros...'

'Come let's go for dinner..'

He says guiding me out 'been up to much?'

I smile 'you don't want to know'

He raises a brow 'what did you do?'

I grin 'you'll probably hear about it'

Dinner
Me and Tony sit down at the table.

'You threw knives at Bucky?!' Steve shouts

I look at Bucky annoyed 'really man you had to tell Captain goody two shoes'

'Y/n!'

'Yes... target practice, you all said I needed to train and then he walked in'

Tony groans 'really this is what you were up to?'

I sigh 'I just wanted to clear things up... majority of the people at this table hate me and for what reason? Because of my past? Grow up.'

'Y/n that's not ok, you want to be welcomed here and you decide throwing sharp objects will get you that?' Steve argues

'Thought it would at least show I can be worse, I'm still the outsider because I'm a murderer. You all have taken lives good and bad and yet I'm turned away because of me doing the same just not labelling myself a hero after. You can tie your killings up with a neat bow because it's your job, I do it. The right thing and I'm chucked away as always just this time in a fucking mental institution'

They all stare at me, I could hear all there thoughts in one massive ball spinning around my head.

I stand up and go to leave when Tony grabs my hand. I look at him

'Let go Tony, it's quite clear no matter what I say or do all their  thoughts, feelings there always going to be the same. You're all scared all afraid of me because I'm different, everyone is always the same. No one accepts me.'

He stares at me pleadingly 'I've accepted you...'

I shake my head 'and I'm greatful... but I do not belong here... I need to go, you can all continue your hero work and I can go where you all think I belong'

I pull my hand away from his 'I'm sorry...'