Hope's POV:
Just once in my life I want to have more than a few months of nothing. I know I signed up for this when I agreed to help with New York, but still. I'm so sick and tired of fighting. The feeling started this morning.
I woke up in the hut alone as Bucky went to do some work outside while I slept. When I woke up I felt something was wrong deep in my stomach, but I pushed it away, shrugging it off to be nothing. I'm still sitting in bed, thinking through my feeling when Bucky walks into the hut.
"Hey-" He stops when he notices my expression. "Everything ok?" He asks, sitting next to me and taking my hand. I nod. "I think so, but..." I trail off. "What?" "I just, I have this feeling. This bad feeling like something is about to happen. Something bad. I just...I can't shake it." He nods.
"Any idea what it could be?" I shake my head. "No." I sigh. "This could all just be in my head. it's been months since anything has happened. My paranoia might just be running rampant." I grumble, leaning my head on his shoulder.
"Well, what ever it is, we'll take it as it comes. Together." I smile and look up at him. "Together." I reach a hand up and pull him into a soft kiss before pulling away. "Ok, I have to get dressed and you have work to do. I'll meet you outside to help in a minute."
He nods and kisses me one more time before getting up to exit the hut. "I love you." He says, when he reaches the door. "I love you too." He smiles slightly before leaving. I sigh. I'm being crazy. Everything is fine. If it wasn't, Steve would have contacted me by now. Or Freya.
Sighing, I stand and head to my closet. While Bucky prefers Wakandan clothes more, I prefer my own stuff. Once I'm dressed I exit the hut. The first thing I notice is T'Challa and several of the Dora Milaje and King's guard are heading towards us. Shit. Bucky notices them too.
We stand shoulder to shoulder, waiting for them to reach us. I have my arms crossed and Bucky's hand is on my waist. When they reach us two of the guards set two cases on the table in between us. One long and one wide. Bucky and I look inside both.
A metal arm made of vibranium and a new suit. I sigh. "Where's the fight?" Bucky asks. "On its way." I look up. "Tell me everything."
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Agent Mikaelson
FanfictionHope Mikaelson lost her parents. Her mom to a selfish plan to bring her dad back and her dad to a power that was trapped inside of her that should have killed her. Along with her father she lost her Uncle Elijah. After her father and uncle's deaths...
