Human || Bucky Barnes

Chapter 2

A while later we land on the top of the Avengers tower and me and Nick get out. "Wait here!" He yells to the pilot. The pilot nods and shuts down the chopper. "Come with me." Nick orders and nods his head towards a door. We both walk to it and Nick opens it, allowing me to go first. I walk through and look down the insanely long stairwell. "How far down do we need to go?" I ask, already tired just from looking at it. "One floor so we can get on an elevator to the 70th floor. That's where they'll all be." Nick responds. "Good." I sigh in relief.

We both make our way to the elevator and make he descend to the 70th floor. The tower is actually 200 floors, so than god we didn't have to walk 130 floors. We get off the elevator and Nick leads me through a large sitting room and down a hallway. We pass a series of doors then ahead of us I see a glass room full of tired looking avengers. Suddenly my nerves kick in and my hands shake a little. "Whoa? What's going on there?" Nick asks and points at my eyes. "They're glowing purple aren't they?" He nods. "It happens when I get nervous. Different emotions make my eyes glow a different shade of purple at a different brightness. I'm working on controlling it." I explain. "I'll see what I can do. Now just try to relax and let's go." Nick says, the walks into the room with me behind him. Everyone's head snaps up and they all look at me. I can tell the dark purple of my eyes just went brighter. "Whoa. What's up with the eyes?" A man says. It's Sam Wilson. I scan the room and look at everyone. I recognize basically everyone. But in the corner there's someone sitting with their head down and their hair is covering their face. I look their body up and down, and one thing stood out. His metal hand. Most people would immediately call him the winter soldier. But Bucky Barnes and the winter soldier are two different people. I know that better than most would think. He looks up and our eyes meet. When he sees my eyes surprise washes over his face then disappears quickly and he puts his head down again. "Never mind her eyes. She'll tell you about them if she wants to. As for now, you're probably wondering why I woke you up for a meeting at this time with a new person."  Nick starts. "Yeah. I mean like, what's with all her weapons?" Tony asks. "This is Katrina Reed, but call her Kat. She's going to be your new recruit. She has telekinesis, mental manipulation, and control over technology. She's also very skilled in combat." Nick tells them. I feel my eyes get brighter, but I stand tall and confident with my head held high anyways. "Wait wait wait. You're just giving us another recruit just like that, and we NEED to take her. You already gave us Barnes without asking, and now her? What can she even do?" Tony asks slightly angrily. I see a flash of pain wash over Buckys face then vanish so no one will see it, but I did. "I heard you were a douchebag who didn't think before you spoke. But that was just fucking rude. Bucky is sitting right there and I'm right here. You could just fucking ask me, you know that right?" I snap. Tony looks taken aback. Some people try to fight off a laugh and Bucky smirks at me. "FRIDAY, play the video of Kat in the testing lab." Nick calls out. "Right away sir." The AI responds. The room goes dark and a projection shines onto the glass. It's the video of me training at the facility earlier. The video cuts out when I blow up the flame throwers. When the lights come back on, the projection fades, and I can see my reflection in the perfectly clean glass. My eyes are back to their normal bright blue. Half of the Avengers are still taking in everything they saw and the other half are discussing what they think of me. The only one not talking or looking dumb founded is Bucky. He's just looking at me. I can't tell what he's thinking, or what he thinks of me. His face is stone cold, but relaxed, and impossible to read. I could just read his mind, but that would be invading his privacy. Besides, enough people have messed with his mind as it is. "So?" Nick questions. Steve is the first to say something. "We'll need to see a little more of what her abilities are, but I feel like she could be a very valuable asset to the team." He says with a nod. "Where are we rooming her?" Natasha asks. "We could room her with Barnes. He has a floor to himself and he could use the company." Sam suggests. "I don't thi-"Steve starts. "It's fine. She can share my floor. Everyone else shares a floor with someone." Bucky speaks up. Steve looks at him curiously. "What?" Steve asks, turning fully to look at Bucky. "She can roo-" Bucky says, but Steve cuts him off. "No, I know what you said. It's just that I didn't think you'd want someone rooming with you. Let alone a stranger." Steve mentions. "Hey, still right here." I say. "I know sorry." He responds and sends me an apologetic look. "Well it'll happen eventually, why not now?" Bucky states. "Alright, Reed, you're with Barnes. Can we go back to bed now?" Tony asks. "Like you were sleeping. And yeah, go. You should all train or something tomorrow to get familiar with each other." Nick says, then leaves. Everyone stands up and I clasp my hands in front of me out of nervous habit. Basically everyone leaves, which is understandable because they're tired. The only people to stay are Tony, Steve and Bucky. "So. Kat, how long have you had your abilities?" Steve asks. "Uh, nine years now." I tell him. "You were the one survivor from the weapons facility explosion right?" Tony questions. "Uh yeah." I respond. "Cool. Well, Barnes can take you to your floor and we start training at 8am tomorrow. Some people may start earlier, and some might not go at all-" Tony starts. "But everyone will go because we want to see what you can do." Steve cuts him off. "Right, well. See ya." Tony says, then leaves the room and disappears down the hall. "So, should we go then?" Steve offers. "Sure." I respond. Bucky stands from his chair and we all leave and head to the elevators. "So where do we meet for training tomorrow?" I ask, and Steve pushes the up button on the elevator. There are three elevators that could show up, so we just wait to see what one will show up first. "The 80th floor is all training stuff. A gym/fighting room, there's a pool, some other stuff and a main hang out room with a living room and a kitchen." The third elevator shows up and we all get in. Steve presses the button for the 81st floor and Bucky presses the one for the 167th. "We'll be meeting there. But there are other floors where everyone just kind of hangs out. Bucky can show you or you can ask FRIDAY." Steve explains. I just nod my head. The elevator dings and the doors open. "I'll see you guys later." Steve says, then leaves the elevator. The doors close and we continue to go up. "So, the thing with your eyes earlier. What was that?" Bucky asks. "Oh, um. When I feel certain emotions my eyes glow purple. Depending on the emotion, the shade of purple and brightness changes. It's the one thing I never got around to controlling fully, but I'm working on it." I explain. "I think it's cool." Bucky compliments. I feel my eyes flash light purple for a split second then go back to normal. "Thank you. And uh, I know it's none of my business, but I know what you went through and I want you to know that if you need anything, just someone to talk to, or even just sit with for a while, I'll be there." I tell him. A smile briefly appears on his face. "Thank you." He responds. I nod. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. We walk out and my jaw drops in awe."Holy shit.." I whisper. It's all super modern. Large windows cover the wall in the living room with a door on the side that leads to a large balcony. The couches are large, red and surrounding a TV. Yes I said couches, plural. There's two, and a few chairs. The kitchen is large and grand. Marble counter tops, a large island in the middle with bar stools on one side. Stainless steel appliances just add a sparkle to things. Clean, dark hardwood floors add a homey feel to the place. This part of the floor alone has to be like 3000 square feet. "It took me a while to get used to it after living in crappy houses for so long. But you'll get used to it." Bucky tells me. "I think me and you have a bit more in common than I thought we would." I say. "Why do you say that?" Bucky asks and turns to me. "After the explosion I spent the next 9 years in hiding. Mostly living in abandoned houses and shacks until Nick found me. I guess it was worth it though, I saved people." I tell him. "You're mysteria huh?" he teases. "I didn't want to use my real name but I didn't have a fake one, so I made one up on the spot." I defend myself. "I'm not judging. It suits you. You're very mysterious." Bucky retorts. I chuckle. "C'mon, I'll show you your room." He says, and motions me to follow him. He walks through the large room and down a hallway to the right of the kitchen. There are a few doors scattered through the hall, but not many. I'll figure out what they are later. "So this is my room." He points to a room on the left side. We then walk like 5 feet forward. "And this is yours." He points to a door on the right side. "Thank you. And not just for showing me to my room, but letting me stay on your floor. I'm guessing by the way Steve reacted that you're not very social and wouldn't even let him stay on your floor?" I question. "Did you read my mind?" He asks. "No, that would be rude, and an invasion of your privacy. I never read minds unless I have to or I have consent. I'm just good at reading people. You've had enough people mess with your mind as it is without me." I tell him. "Well, I appreciate the privacy, and you're right, I'm not very social and don't really like sharing my space." He tells me. "Well you seem to be doing okay so far." I point out. "Yeah, there's something about you that makes me feel comfortable around you." He admits. "Well I guess that's a good thing considering we're going to be living on the same floor." I mention. Bucky smiles and it warms my heart. "Well, I'll let you get settled in. Let me know if you need anything." He says. "Okay, thank you. Goodnight Bucky." I say with a smile. "Goodnight Kat." He responds, then turns and goes into his room. I go into mine and look around. The floor is black hardwood and in the middle of the room is a white fluffy carpet. To the side but in the middle of the wall is a king size bed draped in soft, plush white blankets with white and light blue pillows. There's gray nightstands on either side of the bed. Across from the bed is a large gray dresser that matches the nightstands. On top of the dresser there's a very large flat screen TV. Around the TV is a couch, and a few beanbag chairs. At the foot of the bed is a gray padded bench matching the dresser and nightstands. To the left of the bed is a door that I'm assuming is a bathroom. Beside that is the closet. The far wall is all floor to ceiling windows with curtains hanging on a black rod. They're white with blue swirls the same shade as the pillows. Three of the walls are white and the wall behind the bed is gray. The room is probably about 650 square feet. This is more luxury than anything I've ever had. I take off my backpack and put it on the bench, then take off all my holsters and weapons and put them on the bench as well. I don't have any super comfy clothes in my bag, not even leggings or track pants. But I'm used to sleeping in jeans and a shirt, so what's one more day? I go to the bed and pullback the covers and lay down and pull the blanket back over me. I feel like I'm on a marshmallow. While most people would love it, I'm used to either hard ground or a shitty mattress, so this is difficult for me to got comfortable on.