I open my eyes slowly, the bright light of the morning burning into my eyes. I yawn quietly, burying my head deeper into my pillow. I pull the comforter up around my chin, and snuggle into a more comfortable sleeping position. My eyelids begin to get heavy as I begin to settle back into another round of dreamless rest. My mind is surprisingly calm, no anxiety, no headache, I feel safe. I enjoy the peacefulness, having not felt like this in months. I smile lightly, everything good in my life. I'm just about to pass out when the door shoots open, a loud voice bellowing throughout the room.
"UP AT AT EM' JAS! WE HAVE A BIG DAY AHEAD OF US!" I scream and sit up quickly, surprised at the sudden sounds and movements. I throw a pillow out of fear at the figure. Bucky's eyes widen at my reaction as he falls to the ground, laughter shaking his entire body.
"Fuck you!" I yell at him, throwing yet another pillow at the giant, laughing lump on the ground. He easily catches it in his metal hand, whipping it back at me. I catch the pillow and groan. I fall back into my sleeping position and bury my head under a mound of pillows.
"Come on Jas!! Get up!!!" Bucky yells excitedly, pulling off the covers. I groan even louder in response, closing my eyes again. I grip the pillows around me, puling them as tightly around me as possible.
"Jet come on, please?" Steve asks, adding to the mix of noise.
"No." I object from deep within the never ending mound of pillows.
"Am I going to have to drag you out of bed?" Steve questions, his voice laced thick with sarcasm.
"Nah man! Don't do that! It's probably like that time of the month or something." Sam mentions in a cool tone.
"Oh... Sam...." Bucky drags out. I sit up and get out of bed as I run my tongue over the surface of my teeth. Steve and Bucky both back away as Sam laughs to himself. I inch closer and closer to Sam, my hands curled in fists at my side, my eyes narrowed and locked on my target. A plan beings formulating in my head, weighing all of my options.
"What are you going to do? Hit me?" Sam asks in a childish voice.
"Nah, using my fists isn't really my style." I say to him in a sassy tone.
"Then what is princess?"
"Oh me? I'm not a princess. See princesses need saving. But me? I don't need saving." I spit at him, prepping myself for a kick. I launch myself into the air, using my momentum and body weight to take Sam to the ground. I pin him down, my face mere inches from his, my teeth gritted and exposed. Hydra pumps through my mind as fear is clear across Sam's face. He swallows nervously under me, trying so desperately to escape. "I'm a queen, and I got this shit handled." I sneer. Hydra continues pumping through me, urging for me to hurt him, to kill him, to eliminate the target.
"Jet." Steve presses.
"Iron Solider, stand down!" Bucky barks next to me. My mind is still in Hydra mode, pressing Sam into the ground. "Stand down! That is an order!" I'm just following orders. I shake my head, and feel the tension ease from my body. I cringe and rub my eyes.
"Whoa, I'm sorry I just, I don't know what got into me." I say while standing up.
"It's okay..." Sam replies distantly, shuffling like a crab out the door of the bedroom. I drop my head into my hands, Sam's footsteps picking up and the front door slamming.
"What... was that?" Steve asks.
"Hydra." Bucky replies for me. I nod and rub my eyes. I take my hands away from my face and stare at them. My hands are not my hands. No, I would never intentionally hurt someone like that over something as little as a stupid sexist comment. I walk backwards until I reach the bed. I sit down onto it and continue looking at my hands. "Hey, it's okay. It's not your fault." Bucky says to me in a reassuring tone. I nod, too distant to do anything else. An arm falls around me, gripping my shoulder in a familiar way. I lean into his chest, the familiar smell and feel of my dad surrounding me. He rubs my arm as I turn into his chest, grateful for his presence. His other arm finds its home on the other side of me, pulling me into a tight hug.
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Iron Will (sequel to Iron Soul)
FanfictionEveryone says that there is no destination on this road of your life. Well I am here to tell you that those people are idiots. There is a destination. Everyone fears it no matter how brave they seem to be. This destination, is death. I would introd...
