Krasivaya

Part 12

Three days had passed with you and Bucky on high alert. Every muted noise, every voice had you both jumping out of your skin. It didn't help that the tension between the two of you was thicker than was comfortable.

Sparks ignited on your skin with every passing touch. Your breath would hitch every time he came close. It was maddening. It had you on edge, made you jumpy. You needed to get out of this tiny dank hell before you climbed the man like a tree.

The physical reaction you had toward him was in direct conflict with your emotions. The harsh words of Bucky played on an endless loop in your head. Melissa's high pitched laugh filtered through at regular intervals.

It scared the living daylights out of you, but you couldn't shut it off, no matter how hard you tried.

You and Bucky were turning in for the night. The tension snuffing out any conversation you may have had while you brushed out your long (H/C) locks.

Bucky's arm is lying casually over his eyes as he tries to unwind from the day.

Sighing inwardly, you deposit the brush on the nightstand. Pulling back the covers on the bed, you make to get in with him when there's four sharp raps on the door.

You straighten up, trying to get a read on the person. There's nothing but static. It's the same thing Wanda gets when trying to read you. You shake your head no at Bucky who leaps out of bed with a grace you envy.

He moves toward the bag of weapons Steve had packed while you crouch low, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Before he can make it, the door splinters inward, shards raining down in a hail of dust.

"Honey! I'm home!" The nasal voice of none other than Melissa fills the tiny apartment.

Bucky gasps, "Mel? What the hell!?"

She laughs, a sound that sends shivers down your spine. "I told you, you would regret leaving me, baby," she purrs at him.

Your hackles raise, blind hot anger sears through you.

She flicks her wrist sending Bucky flying into a wall. "Oh look, it's the sad little third wheel. Still hopelessly in love with a man you can't have?" Her eyes glow green as she directs a flow of power at you.

It draws a long, angry cut down your cheek.

She laughs joyfully only to snarls when the cut she made closes just as quickly.

You quirk a brow. "Didn't read my whole file, did you, Mel?" you snigger, throwing up a shield around Bucky. "Awe. Poor baby didn't know she couldn't hurt me?" you taunt, forming a ball of red energy in your hands.

You aim directly at her chest and let go.

The blow sends her crashing into a table.

Bucky falls to the floor as her grip on him loosens. He grunts, scrambling to his feet, attempting to get closer to you.

You stop him mid step, effectively freezing him in place with a thought.

"Let go, (Y/N)," he says with an angry growl.

You ignore him.

He'll be far safer if he's not in the thick of this forthcoming psychic battle.

Mel rises to her feet, hovering slightly in mid air.

You do the same. A red glow encompasses you as your power courses through you. The full might of who and what you are races through your veins. The feeling is ecstasy and agony. A beginning and an end. You are all powerful, but your power isn't limitless. You smile wickedly as she screams her outrage, throwing everything she has your direction.