Mother Hestia

senzație race. The cool feeling. [bucky barnes | reader]

A knot formed in you're throat as the feeling on frosty metal pressed further on to your throat. You applied all your body heat to the zone. The metal began melting, the aftermath of the melted metal ran down your neck. You didn't feel anything, you couldn't. Buckys eyes widened, his mouth parted at the sight. Your hands ignited a small flame, and it ran down your wrists in waves. Burning your captor's inevitable hands, he groaned but applied more pressure. You furrowed your eyebrows, he wasn't going to give up. You gasped when he injected something in your thigh, the drug quickly mixing with your system. Your perception of the world gave in, your consciousness gave out. The world went black, but the only feeling you felt was rage.
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You awoke with a groan, the banging in your head began growing with each passing second. You rolled your head to the side of the pillow when lasts night incident hit you like a ton of bricks. You shot out of bed, back straight when you noticed the unfamiliar room, an unfamiliar bed. The room was larger than your apartment combined, it was outlined with marble. A large white couch was set directly next to the king bed. The room looked amazing, but if you weren't so terrified of what was going to happen to you the stay would be appreciated.

Your heart began pounding in your ears, a whine left your lips when an ache on your neck began. Petite fingers made it's way over to your neck, the feeling of a cold metal collar made you gasp. You heard about these collars before, they would be put on mutants so their powers would be managed. But you weren't a mutant, that's what you were told. Mutants we're born human, you were born with the ability to control fire at least that's what you remembered. Slowly you began melting the unbelievably tight collar. Your hands easily broke through the harsh metal and the broken collar fell with a clink. You stroked your fingers up and down your sore neck. Leaving would be the best option right now, getting out of the insanely comfortable bed. You realized you were still in lasts nights dress, it was burned and tattered now. Your thigh was bandaged wrapped with an incredibly big vermillion stain. The Moment you stood you fell onto the marble floor with a large thud. A string of curses left your lips when you heard the murmur of voices outside of the ridiculously large room. More than two pairs of footsteps were heard until a low husky voice broke the silence " How did she melt the collar?" you growled you knew that voice too well, it was the bastard that stabbed your thigh. Two skinny but fit arms pulled you up, you met blue eyes. You identified the women as Black Widow Natasha Romanoff. Your ___ orbs poured into her icy blue ones until she broke the silence " Are you alright?" but you weren't focused on her, you glared at the man behind her. The man with the chocolate colored locks, no it wasn't the fact he was madly attractive with that neat stubble and those incredible eyes. The most infuriating thing about the man was the fact he was smirking.
Ignoring his stare you turned to Natasha Romanoff and asked meekly "Where am I?" , startled at the raspiness of your voice. Nonchalantly she replied "Stark Tower" your eyes widened. "Why?" you asked silently, confusion and fear in your voice. They seemed to notice the man beside the Winter soldier spoke this time "We can't give you the reason right now sweetheart, clearly your in no condition to move or talk so I recommend you rest." he assured you "Not to mention, we gotta figure out how you got rid of that collar." he added. You fought the dying urge to roll your eyes. Ever since day one you were cautious about your power, the more you grew the stronger the ability became, the less you resisted. Using powers became a daily occurrence, either lighting a foul cigarette with your pinky or, simply protecting yourself. It became usual using powers, few close people at work knew about the power and gladly gave you the nickname Hestia. Goddess of fire, good lord knows without the power you would be dead. You became open with your capabilities, either someone snitched or one of the Avengers saw it happen with raw eyes. Either way, you got caught and it seemed useless escaping. Sighing, you nodded. "Do you have anything to wear?" The dress you were wearing became extremely uncomfortable and smelled of sweat and alcohol. Your distress was noticed, The Falcon threw you a duffel bag. You raised your eyebrow, "Clothes" he said. The two men began leaving the room, you gazed at the redhead still in the room. She spoke " Making sure you don't get any ideas." You didn't reply, unzipping the extremely uncomfortable dress. You turned your ____ orbs towards the vermillion maiden. A questioning expression made its way on your face, she sighed and turned her back towards you. The red dress fell on the floor in a pool, it almost looked like blood. The silky texture of the garment made it look as if your ____ skin was bleeding. Sighing in content when you unclasped the strapless onyx bra and reached for something suitable, a navy sports bra. Putting on a white tank top which was quite large, and slipping on some simple sweatpants. The pain on your thigh and neck continued irritating you, but you ignored it. Focusing on another problem that made quite a fuss, hunger. Your stomach rumbled, Black Widow probably heard your embarrassing problem since she turned around and looked at you with pity. She moved her hand towards you with a wave, telling you to follow her. You walked close behind her, gasping at the sight of the building. The building was so modern, luxurious and just fucking auxiliary. Walls were tall and high, windows were built like mountains, and the skyline of New York looked magnificent from here. The floor was marble and made a satisfactory 'clink' when a heel of a shoe hit it, and in every corner, it was furnished with delicate, and expensive leather. The air and scent of the building felt rich and it was an odd thought but it was true. Never in your life have you thought of being in the stark tower, where only the rich resided. Ever since day one you expected less then what you received, idolizing whatever gift or object you were given. Simple things that seemed a little out of your paid check made you feel as if you were rich. Living life with the only intention of survival made it very boring and unbearable. But it still felt odd when you received something, expensive. Snapping out of your thoughts when you heard a feminine cough, she pointed at the plate of food residing at the crystal clear counter. You slowly walked over admiring the large kitchen, you sat down on the small stool. You stared at the plate of food contemplating whether or not if you should consume it. The aroma of the meal drifted into your nose and a grumble was heard. You picked up the fork and slowly began raising a spoon of fried rice into your mouth. Once you tasted the food, your hunger gave out and you were eating like a damn animal. You were pretty sure there was sauce dripping off your mouth, once the plate of delightful Chinese food was finished you raised a cup of water to your mouth, letting the cold liquid slide down your throat and calm the aching nerves. Sighing in satisfaction, you failed to notice the person walking inside the kitchen. "Jesus, lady calm down your gonna choke." you listened to the arrogant voice. Turning your head toward the owner, you were met with the one and only Tony Stark. "Woah, you found her at a bar, she's one pretty sl-"you interrupted him "Before you finish that sentence, know that I'm pretty sure I can burn this pretty building down," you said with venom. He grimaced "Ouch.." he replied. Plopping himself on his elbows directly in front of you, he said " So sweetheart, tell me what's your deal?" you rolled your eyes.
"I'm pretty sure you know more about me then I know about myself." you paused for a second " Kinda fucking weird, don't you think?". He snorted "Darling, that's my job." you groaned " And here I thought superheroes we're mature." you closed your eyes in irritation, and sighed "Alright, whatever when am I going home?" you asked dryly. "Depends on sweetheart, if your an important asset to the team we will gladly take you in," he asked sipping his mug of coffee, that ridiculously had '#1 inventor' sprawled over it. You laughed sarcastically " You don't know the first thing about me, how the fuck are you going to make me join the team, Shitstick." you said angrily, out of the corner of your eye you saw Natasha snicker at the nickname. "As you said, sweetheart, we know everything." he said cockily. You groaned, slamming your head on the marble counter. Everything hurt, you felt dirty, your apartment was unattended, they knew your secret, everything was going to utter shit. Fuck.