A restless power - an avenger fanfiction x oc

Chapter one

Sacha's POV

He lost control again today.

I'm so freaking mad at myself.

It's not even fully his fault it's just Monday, everybody hates Monday, he thought. Bad things are bound to happen when everybody is cranky.

Since he moved here in New York Sacha got more and more commissions for his art. Which in itself is a great thing.
But he is a stupid disorganized dumbo and just overworked himself.

And after a client casually called his art trash and refused to pay Sacha, he just lost control.

In just a few seconds the whole building was asleep and then the whole street. Loud honks and crashes of cars could be heard in the whole neighborhood.

Which snapped him back and he was able to focus on getting it together. He only let his emotions get the better of him 5 seconds but still ended up injuring a few people.

And probably confuse a few hundred who will wonder why the heck they fell asleep for 5 seconds.

Usually people just brush it off and go on with their lives cause nobody wants to think about superpowers potentially controlling them. But still it freaks Sacha out, he doesnt wanna be responsible for someone's death or be found out by some creepy people who want to use his powers for bad stuff.

He started to feel a bit dizzy so he just laid down on the floor staring at the ceiling with a big sigh.

Fuck me i dont want any of this shitty power, you can take it if you want.

The dizziness only got worse and Sacha's body felt heavy and weak. His eyelids felt like a million pounds and he fainted right there alone on his apartment's floor.

He woke up just a minute later, feeling groggy and heavy. To him, it would feel like he had been sleeping for 10 hours even though the time on Sacha's phone tells otherwise. He doesnt even remember what he was doing...

Oh right i was thinking about life and i lost control again.

Annoying

It pissed him off. The young man really hates the feeling of being powerless, of not being in control of his own body. It's really the worst feeling to him. But he can't do anything about it, all he can do is just endure being an exhausted time bomb.

Sacha slowly got up from the floor trying to get back fully in his own body. He needed a breath of fresh air, the apartment was suffocating, stuck with his own thoughts and anxiety.

He grabbed his favorite jacket. It's his favorite because it's the only one he has but also because it's awesome. It's a big oversize leather jacket with a lot of random pins on it.

He slowly got ready to go out accompanied by a concert of sighs and groans of exhaustion and annoyance cause life is just like that aint it ?

Walking out of the building Sacha finally took a deep breath. In january the weather is cold here and it's just what he loves. Winter is really the best, hot chocolate, comfy hoodies and movie nights with a big blanket...

The young man arrived to a nearby coffeeshop and ordered a hot chocolate cause he was craving it, the weather was just perfect for it.

Sacha wrapped his cold hands around the warm cup, the scent of hot chocolate curling up to meet him like a much-needed hug.

His body was still heavy from the fainting spell earlier, every muscle dragging with the familiar exhaustion that clung to him after losing control.

He found a corner table near the window, the quiet buzz of the coffee shop dimming the noise of the outside world.

Without thinking, he slumped into the chair and rested his head on the cool surface of the table. The dizziness still hadn't fully worn off, and the only thing that seemed to help was closing his eyes, if just for a moment.

A few minutes passed. He barely registered the soft footsteps approaching the table.

"Hey," a low, familiar voice cut through the haze. "You okay there?"

Sacha blinked, lifting his head just enough to squint at the figure standing next to him.
The man had a warm, easy smile that somehow cut through the grogginess clouding Sacha's mind. He wore a leather jacket, and for a second, Sacha thought he looked familiar-but his brain was still trying to piece together why.

"Yeah, just... tired." Sacha's voice came out rougher than expected, and he winced at how exhausted he sounded.

The man pulled out the chair across from him and sat down.
"Long day, huh?"
His tone was casual, friendly, like they'd known each other for longer than the thirty seconds it had been.Sacha nodded, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Something like that."

There was a beat of silence before the man leaned forward slightly, his expression softening.

"It's none of my business, but I've seen a lot of people go through tough stuff. You look like you're carrying more than just a long day."

Sacha's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shifted in his seat, suddenly more aware of the situation. "Why do you care?"

And i'm not carrying a long day im just recovering from a fainting episode weirdo

The man smiled again, but this time, there was something more behind it. "I've been where you are, in a way. I know what it's like to feel out of the loop."

Sacha opened his mouth to respond, but then it clicked. The man wasn't just being nice. He knew him. Or rather, he knew *who* he was.

"Wait-aren't you...?"

The man nodded before Sacha could even finish. "Sam Wilson. But some people call me Falcon."

Sacha stared for a second, trying to figure out why one of the Avengers was sitting across from him in a random coffee shop.
His brain still felt like it was working in slow motion, and the fact that Falcon was here, talking to him, was somehow more disorienting than the fainting spell.
"Listen," Sam continued.
"I don't know what you're dealing with, but I can tell it's not easy. You don't have to tell me now, but if you need someone to talk to feel free to drop by, I know a few people who are pretty good at that." Sam handed him a leaflet about a support group for war veterans and ptsd victims alike.

Sacha hesitated, his fingers tightening around his cup. Part of him wanted to laugh in his face about how this man who he just met, could think he had been in a war, but there was something about the way Sam was looking at him that made him feel like it he was just trying to help out.

"I havent been in any wars you know, im just tired is all" Sacha smiled, handing him his leaflet back. "But thanks, i appreciate the thought...keep up the good work" He added before standing up, leaving a bill on the table and walking out of the coffee shop.

No he wasn't running away from him.

Okay, maybe he was. Human interaction is tiring, and his brain felt too mushy to socialize. All Sacha wanted at this moment was to go back home and melt in his comfy bed.