Lost

Chapter 3

The next week was a routine of being poked and prodded and having tests done by Bruce; meals with the team were getting easier as they slowly warmed up to me, of course, it might have helped that I had started making food for everyone; and nights were filled with the same dream as the first night.

Today was Saturday and Bruce was making me do all sorts of exercises I really couldn't do, or should I say didn't want to do. After the tenth time of falling off the pommel horse in the gym, I had just about enough. Just as I was about to ask him if we could take a break the lights overhead flickered and went out.

"Bruce? Are you okay?" I ask as I grab the doctor before he can stumble into the bench press. "I'm fine, you?" he asks. "I'm okay, I thought Tony said that the compound never experiences power outages?" "It doesn't, something's wrong, something's very wrong," he explains as the lights flicker back on.

At that moment, Tony, Thor, Steve, and Bucky come barging in, all armed with weapons, clearly looking for an intruder. "Tony, what's going on?" Bruce speaks calmly. "There was a power surge that came from this room, it's what knocked everything out, figured it might be someone trying to break in." "No one's been in here all morning, except for me and Bruce," I say as calmly as I can, despite the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck standing to attention.

"Friday, do a scan of the room please," Tony asks the AI. "The surge seemed to emanate from miss l/n, boss, and I'm picking up an increased body temperature" comes the reply a few seconds later. "You think I did this?" I ask incredulously. "Well, that does seem the only logical explanation" Bucky quips sarcastically from the door. "Buck..." Steve warns. "Do you have a problem with me, sergeant? Because I have no qualms about kicking your ass, supersoldier or not," I hiss as the others step in front of me, trying to keep a distance between the two of us.

"Sorry, princess, but I don't fight girls, especially not one that's so weak I'd break her in half without batting an eye," he smirks cockily. Before anyone can think to say anything, I had already moved around them, swiping the brunet's legs from under him, pinning him to the mats with his own knife to his throat. "Who's the weak one now? Huh, princess?" I smirk down at him. "H-how did you do that?" he sounds stunned. That was when what I had done caught up with my mind and I dropped the knife, scooting away as far as I could. "I-I'm so so sorry, I don't know what happened."

"This is incredible, your cells are regenerating and mutating so fast, it's almost impossible to keep track of it all...we might have to monitor you for a while, but my best guess is that whatever brought you here also activated any dormant abilities you have. I'll have to talk to Shuri, but I'm sure between her and Tony, they could come up with something to help you learn to harness and control your abilities as they manifest," Bruce's voice is full of quiet amazement and awe.

After the incident in the gym, Bruce had whisked me back to the lab to run further tests to try and figure out just what exactly was happening to me. I was a little nervous about dinner that evening, sure that it would be awkward since everyone had undoubtedly heard what I had done by now, which meant that I made way too much food; seafood paella, garlic focaccia, greek salad, even baklava for dessert.

As soon as he stepped into the kitchen, Bucky made a beeline towards me with a kind smile on his face. "Hey, y/n, look I just wanted to apologize for earlier. It was uncalled for of me to be such a jerk and I sincerely apologize." It took a few moments for his words to sink in, by which time he had started to look anxious and shuffled his feet. "It's okay Bucky, I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I don't even know how I did it." I manage to muster up a smile.

That night I struggle to get to sleep, after what seems like hours of tossing and turning I decided to give it up and go get a glass of water. I had just set the glass on the sink in the kitchen when there was the sound of a throat clearing from the doorway, startling me. When I whirled around Bucky was standing in the doorway, looking distinctly sheepish. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you doll" his voice is soft and smooth, almost comforting. "It's okay, I guess I'm just a little bit jumpy lately," I shrug nonchalantly.

There is a moment of awkward silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Just as I'm about to leave he walks slowly closer until he is only a few inches away. "I'm going to do something, and if it makes you uncomfortable, you can punch me in the face, I won't mind," he whispers cautiously as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind my ear before slowly leaning in.

I don't have any time to panic before his lips are pressed gently against mine in an achingly sweet kiss that sets off fireworks behind my eyelids as they slide shut and I find myself kissing him back. His hands find their way to my hips as mine bury themselves in his silky hair. I only realize we had been moving when my back comes into contact with a wall, but I can't bring myself to care as the kiss grows steadily more heated with his tongue caressing mine in a dance that feels familiar yet completely foreign at the same time.

Just as his hands slip under my shirt, Natasha walks in, causing Bucky to jump away as if I'd burned him. "Please, don't stop on my account." The smirk is evident in her voice as she looks between the two of us. Blushing in embarrassment at being caught, I bolt from the room as fast as I can.

I only stop once I close my bedroom door behind me and fall into bed. What the hell was I thinking?! I'm not the type of person that just goes around kissing random guys! Especially not ones that look like they were sculpted by Zeus himself! Although I do have to admit, that was definitely the best kiss I've ever had. As I fall asleep a while later, all I can think and dream of is what might have happened if we weren't interrupted. Yup, I am so screwed.