You sure, Soldier?

The actual mission

You drew in a deep breath before stepping out of the car. To say you weren't nervous would be a total lie. You didn't want to let the team down, and going inside of people's heads wasn't exactly your favorite thing to do. 

 You walked in to the restaurant and looked around. You eyes landed on a bigger, older man, probably early 50's, with an octopus pin on the collar of his shirt. "That's him, kid, you got this", you heard Tony say over the earpiece. They were sitting in an undercover food truck just across the street. 

The old man waved and you walked over and sat across from him.

"Hello, dear, you look pretty today." He said. You had to hold yourself from cringing. 

"Thank you sir, how are you doing?" You asked, trying to sound as naive and flirty as possible. 

"Better, now that I have you sitting in front of me" He said, eyes focused right where you didn't want them. Your boobs. 1. That's uncomfortable 2. Not that he could see the camera, but everyone watching through the camera wouldn't like the idea of him looking there-especially Steve. 

The conversation was casual and cringey as you talked about your day, when he asked if you wanted to go home with him. You agreed, knowing that the team would pull you out as soon as possible. 

He opened your door, and you got in the passenger seat, he put his hand pretty high up on your thigh, you tried your hardest to look as if you didn't mind. 

It was time. You peeked into his head, and what you saw was disgusting. He was imagining basically doing it with you. Yuck. This wasn't even useful information. 

Fuck what was the code word. The team had one in place for when you thought it necessary to extract you and arrest him. Peachy! That was the word. 

"Hmm, something smells peachy? Don't you think? You asked. Any second now, you thought, this will be over. Before you knew it, Tony was in his suit, flying in front of the car. 

Without a thought, the man had a gun to your head and an arm wrapped tightly around your neck.

Your breathing became rapid and your eyes darted around for potential ways out of this, but you saw none. 

Tony said something into his earpiece and before you know it, the rest of the team was surrounding the car and Clint had an arrow pointed straight at his head. 

"Sir, please put the gun down, that's not one you want to mess with." Steve said, in the most Captain America voice that he could muster. You quickly checked his head, all you saw was pure fear. When Steve was scared, everyone else should be, too.

The man put his gun down and quickly rolled his window down. He re positioned his gun to the side of your head "Move, and she dies" He hissed. 

You had never been more terrified. You could die at any second and had no control. 

"FRIDAY, get the rest of the team down here ASAP, we're going to need backup." Nat said, as calmly as possible. 

The man mumbled something of another language into the pin on the collar of his shirt. It sounded Russian, you were clueless as to what he was saying, which scared you even more. 

You all sat there, as still as possible in a massive standoff, until you heard tires screeching behind you. 

Wanda, Bruce, Vision, Thor, and Bucky all flooded out of the car. "Stay as still as humanly possible" Tony growled. 

They all looked confused until Bucky's eyes met yours, and you saw the color drain from his face as soon as he understood the situation. 

A few men in black suits walked up behind your team, you couldn't even warn them, you couldn't speak and could barely breath, due to the arm tightly held against you neck. 

One of the men grabbed Peter and held him at gunpoint, to which Tony responded by pointing a gun at said agent, Another one aimed his gun at Steve, another one at Clint, and a final one at Nat. 

In defense, they all aimed at the opposing team. The tension in the air was intense, nobody knowing who would shoot first, and sat off this tragic domino effect, which would always end in a bullet through your head. 

"I will lower my gun, my men will follow, under the contingency that you give me the telepathic wonder.". The man was trying to negotiate to keep you. 

"Sorry, that's not happening. We kind of like her." Tony said. 

"Fine, we can do this the hard way." The man replied. 

You went to raise your arms in attempts to move the steering wheel, but nothing happened. 

"oh dear, I forgot to tell you! The drink we ordered, they had a chemical that we specifically developed for you! It removed your telekinetic abilities for a little! Isn't that fascinating!" The man said, smugly. 

Shit, you thought. You tapped into his brain, he wasn't going to shoot you. He wanted you alive, you would live, you just needed a way to communicate that. 

You never tried this, but what better time than now? You looked deep in to Bucky's eyes and tried to relay your thoughts to him. A slight nod showed that he understood. 

He jumped on the car, and punched through the wind shield.

"Bucky, stop!!" Steve frantically yelled. 

Bucky didn't stop, grabbing the man by his neck, forcing him to release you, you fell to seat of the car, grasping for air, rubbing your neck. Once the man knocked out, Bucky dropped him. 

Your team, as if on cue, fired their guns, knocking out the other agents. Bucky picked you up bridal style, and ran you into the food truck, the rest of the team followed. 

He carefully put you down on the counter, you still trying to regain your breath. Steve ran up to you and held you against him, as if he could lose you if he let go. 

"Steve...I love you, but I can't breath" You muttered. 

He quickly released you and backed up."Sorry, pidge " He said. 

Tony came up on your other side and put an arm on your shoulder. "You almost made me cry twice today kid, wow." He said, only half joking. 

"This is why the old guy doesn't bring you on missions, I guess" Clint said, with a slight smile. 

The whole time let out a light giggle, exhausted from what just happened. 

The rest of the ride back to the base was silent, Tony was on the phone with Fury.

"Yeah, the creepo is probably gonna wake up soon, I don't think tin man killed him, only knocked him unconscious, so clean that up please, oh and bring him in for questioning. He managed to piss off every single Avenger" There was a pause. "Oh, how? You may ask. By nearly killing y/n!...yes. Mhmm. We're on our way right now. Prep the jet, we're taking the rest of the day off." He ended the call and put his phone down. 

You all arrived at S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base and were escorted directly to the quinjet. 

There was silence, but not an awkward one, for once. This one was a more "we're still processing" type of silence. Everyone was in their own heads, and you needed to know what.