They're made up of trained assassins, a genius, a rather angry doctor, an Asgardian prince, a should-be ghost, and a foul-mouthed teenager.
Who are they?
They're the Avengers. And after babysitting said teen, they're ready to take on whatever obstac...
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Cara's limbs never stopped swinging themselves around, connecting fist to jaw, toe to gut, knee to nuts. She just kept going, kept fighting, her mind a blur as she took down every Skull agent that came in front of her.
Until they were all gone.
She couldn't stop, though, even as Bucky reached out a hand to steady her. Startled, she swiped out a hand to smack his away, just about ready to launch into attack mode again.
"Cara," he rasped, stepping forward. He held her wrists to her sides, the cool metal of his left arm sinking into her skin. "Stop."
The one word was enough to bring her back to her senses, merely because it was said with such heaviness. She blinked, and the fight drained out of her in a second, her arms becoming limp with exhaust.
"I...I didn't hurt anyone, did I?" She asked, peering around Bucky's shoulder to see several bodies laying on the ground, limbs splayed in what she thought were definitely uncomfortable and unnatural positions. Her heart sank.
But the dark-haired man with the metal arm shook his head and let out a breath. "You didn't. And neither did I," he added, the ghost of a relieved smile on his lips.
The confirmation caused Cara to sink forward into Bucky's arms, and he grunted at the sudden movement, but latched onto her, holding her up. For a few seconds, he seemed uncomfortable at so much human contact, but as he watched her wrap her arms around him in a warm embrace, he began to relax, the muscles in his body loosening. And, though he was still careful about it, his arms tightened around her middle, holding her in a celebratory embrace.
"Cara, are you--" Steve rushed into the infirmary, and saw the two of them in their compromising position. "--okay," he finished.
Hearing his voice, Cara stumbled out of Bucky's arms, and pounced on Steve, bringing her legs up to rest around his small waist. She nestled her head into the crook of his neck, breathing out shakily. "I'm okay," she answered, "we're okay."
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"So, is that thing, like, magnetic or something?" Sam pressed, gesturing at Bucky's left arm.
He received a very long, very cold, glare for that one.
"Here," Steve pushed another plate of food towards his friend, "you need to eat."
But Bucky shook his head, shoving it in the opposite direction. "Steve, I'm fine."
"No, you--"
"Steve," Cara whispered, and grabbed his hand under the table, "leave it alone."
He glanced back at her before sighing. "Fine. But if I catch you out in the kitchen in the middle of the night, I'm not going to be very happy."
While Bucky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, Cara winked at him playfully, and shook her head, rolling her eyes. It's nothing, she mouthed.
