Summary: Your lineage is a mystery and your powers can be downright scary. You had been on your own since you could remember; saving some lives, taking others, doing what needed to be done in order to survive. And then one day, a man with a metal arm saved your life. From that moment on, you worked with the Avengers, saving lives, not only on Earth, but in other galaxies as well.  
Word Count: 1,658
Warnings: Heavy angst, language, violence, blood, gore, there could be some smut, possibly more to come.
Author’s Note: The main idea for this was inspired by this song by Skylar Grey. GIF credit [X]

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Bruce was standing there, a hand running through his unruly and charcoal and grey curls. “You do realize what this will entail.”

“Pain,” you sighed. “Lots and lots of pain.”

He tried not to, but Bruce chuckled. “If your metabolism wasn’t crazy, -”

“You’d be able to put me under,” you finished for him, his own thoughts swirling through your brain. “Can you quiet down a bit, doc? You’re giving me a headache.”

“Sorry,” Bruce murmured, his eyes squeezing closed as he tried to get his brain under control. “I’m nervous. Never done anything like this before.”

“Neither have I,” you scoffed.

The anxiety in your chest was threatening to rip you apart from the inside out, and it was as if Bucky could sense it. He reached out and grabbed your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. Everything about him was calm, collected, at ease, and your empathic ability flared up, grabbing onto his cooling waves of assurance.

Bucky gave you a warm smile before turning his attention to Bruce. “I might be overstepping here, but could I be in there during the procedure? I mean, if it’s okay with you.”

You got lost in his oceanic eyes as soon as they were back on you. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Buck, but I need you in there with me.”

Showing vulnerability was never something you did well with; you had always been independent, almost to a fault. So, admitting something like that, needing someone, needing him, was a giant leap for you.

“I ain’t going anywhere, doll,” he breathed. Another wave of ease rolled through you, calming your pounding heart and quieting the chatter of Bruce’s inner thoughts that raged, despite your previous request.

Bruce pulled in a deep breath before issuing an order. “You’ll need to get scrubbed in, Bucky.”

Twenty-five minutes later, you were on your side, Bucky’s hands wrapped in yours, a cold sweat covering every inch of you, tears streaming down your face, and a scream caught in your throat. Bucky had blatantly gone against protocol and hadn’t worn a face mask into the room. You would have to thank him later for that.

“Come on, doll,” Bucky purred, his thumbs sweeping over your clammy skin. “Breathe with me.”

His eyes were drilling into yours and his lips were pursed as he blew out the breath he just got done holding for several seconds. You were trying to mirror him, but it was pretty goddamn difficult with Bruce Banner collecting a core sample of your bone marrow. You wanted to harness your power and throw him across the room, but there was something you wanted even more; to find out what you were.

Bruce and Tony had spent two months running every possible test known to mankind on you, and the results were always inconclusive, negative, insufficient data. So, if you had to go through an immense amount of pain to actually get a result that meant something, then that was exactly what you would do.

Bruce’s voice was thick with worry when he said, “I need her to calm down.”

“Y/N, look at me,” Bucky ordered, his voice rough and gritty.

You hadn’t remembered closing your eyes when you started whining, the scream held hostage in your throat was gaining momentum. It needed to get out, to fill the room, to shatter the glass, to lash out and hurt someone. Bucky got down on his knees and planted himself less than five inches from your face.

“Open your goddamn eyes, doll.”

Your blood pressure was too high, your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, and it felt like your hip was being ground to dust. One of Bucky’s hands was on the side of your face, pushing away the hair that was stuck to your forehead and cheek.

“I ca- can’t,” was your strained answer.

He wasn’t happy at your refusal, but he didn’t dwell on it. “Fine,” he huffed, his breath hot on your skin. “Then focus on me.”

Now, that almost made your eyes flick open, and they probably would have, had Bruce not pushed the hollow needle deep into your bone. Bucky unraveled his hands from your grip and seized your wrist as he placed it against his chest.

“Focus on my heartbeat.” It was strong and steady against your palm; ba-dum, ba-dum. Your breathing had slowed down slightly, but not enough to make a difference. Bucky’s hand covered yours, his long fingers pushing between yours. With his other hand, he pressed your hand to your chest, doing the same thing with his fingers.

“Make them match, doll.” Jesus, you could get real used to hearing him use that term of endearment on you, but right then was neither the time, nor the place.

You were pulling in deep and refreshing breaths, swearing that you were standing on a beach, your toes in the sand, the surf crashing around you.

“That’s good, doll,” Bucky praised you softly. “You’re doin’ so good.”

“Just a little bit more,” Banner was murmuring, more to himself than either of you.

Bucky’s heartbeat was hypnotic. You found yourself wanting to rest your cheek against his chest, feel it up close and personal. However, you were willing to take what you could get; your hand pressed to his chest, the blood rushing through your veins filled with desperation, the need to match his too great to ignore.

The rate at which the machines were beeping had slowed down drastically, as had the pain you were experiencing. You were so focused on Bucky, on matching your breathing, your heart rate, on the way his calming nature washed over you like waves, that when Bruce announced the procedure was complete, you were taken aback.

You and Bucky stayed in the operating room long after Bruce had sewn up the incision, staring at one another, hearts beating as one. All of your previous anxieties had been silenced, leaving your mind comfortably numb, and for the first time in a long time, at peace.

On the quinjet, you were sitting on the floor, Wanda’s legs pressed against your arms, her fingers working through your hair, massaging your scalp before manipulating the strands into a braid. She was talking softly, about her home country, but mostly about Pietro, and how badly she was missing him.

She had come running up to you after your procedure, concern radiating off of her. “Thank God,” she choked out, tears in her eyes.

“Wan,” you sighed happily, wrapping your arms around her. “I told you I would be okay.”

“I know you did,” she sniffled, her face turning into your neck. “I was still worried.”

She hadn’t let you out of her sight since. Not that you minded; you loved Wanda like a sister. There was a connection between the two of you that you’d never had with anyone else, and it made you feel like you belonged, rather than an outcast.

You were half-listening to Wanda when you ‘overheard’ another conversation.

“How’s she doin’, Buck?” Steve asked his best friend as he maneuvered the quinjet through the air. “Giving a sample of your bone marrow isn’t exactly easy.”

Bucky chuckled softly. “You’re tellin’ me, punk. She ‘bout deformed my hand. Had to have Stark take a look at it before we left.” The soft whirring of his hand as he flexed it felt like a feather inside your brain; slightly tickling you yet, oddly soothing.

Steve echoed Bucky’s laugh. “You think she’s good to be on the mission?”

“You don’t?” Bucky gave voice to your silent question.

“Her hip was drilled into less than four hours ago,” was Steve’s answer. “This isn’t going to be an easy mission. I just want to make sure she won’t be… a liability.”

If Steve had said that any other time before last night, you would have gone off on him, unleashed your barely-controlled fury on the super soldier, see if he really could survive almost anything you could throw at him. But that wasn’t who you were anymore.

Bucky’s eyes were on you for several seconds before Bucky said anything. “Y/N’s good to go.”

“You’re… different,” Steve noted, curiosity heavy on his tongue. “Have been since Y/N joined us.”

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed softly. “I can feel it. It’s… it’s nice.”

Wanda tugged on your hair as she affixed the binder to the end of the braid. “It’s rude to eavesdrop.”

“Ouch,” you hissed. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose.” You pushed your shoulder into her leg playfully.

“I know.” She bent down and dropped a friendly kiss to your crown. “How are you feeling?”

With your eyes closed, your head lolled back against her thigh and you blew out a heavy sigh. “It’s still pretty sore. I’ve never had to rebuild my bones before.”

I can manipulate it into something else, her soft accent brushed against your brain. Then again, so can you.

Despite the burning in your bones, you chuckled. I like it when you do it.

When you opened your eyes, you knew they were glowing scarlet, mirroring the woman whose lap your head was in. Her power was warm, sparking against your skin, making the hair on your arms stand. It was similar to yours, but so very different. Wanda’s powers were fresher than yours, newer, they could be a bit bumpy at certain times, but that wasn’t her fault.

She wasn’t born with her powers, as you were, men stole her and Pietro, experimented on them, turned them into weapons of mass destruction. Thankfully, they had seen what was happening before it was too late, and in doing so, turned their lives around to protect the innocent.

“Thank you,” you hummed, a smile on your face.

The quinjet began its descent just then and Bucky was in front of you, his hand held out. “Come on, doll. Let’s go kick some ass.”

SIX

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Summary: Your lineage is a mystery and your powers can be downright scary. You had been on your own since you could remember; saving some lives, taking others, doing what needed to be done in order to survive. And then one day, a man with a metal arm saved your life. From that moment on, you worked with the Avengers, saving lives, not only on Earth, but in other galaxies as well.  
Word Count: 1,236
Warnings: Heavy angst, language, violence, blood, gore, there could be some smut, possibly more to come.
Author’s Note: The main idea for this was inspired by this song by Skylar Grey. GIF credit [X] Sebastian GIF found on Google Images.

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Steve was shouting, panic creeping into his voice. “They’ve got a cannon.”

“Of course they have a cannon,” Bucky gruffed.

“Get out of there, Cap,” Sam implored, the wind rushing into the mic as he dove out of the sky.

“You don’t think I’m tryin?” Steve ground out. His shield was flying through the room, taking out several enemy agents before returning to him.

You and Bucky were making your way through the other end of the warehouse, searching for the master switch that would shut the whole thing down. It was your first mission with the Avengers, and the last thing you wanted to do was let them down. They had taken you in, given you a place to stay, to lay your head at night, to call your home, no matter how badly Steve seemed to dislike you.

“Got a bogey on your six, Cap,” Sam announced, sounding out of breath and worse for the wear.

“On it,” you said without missing a beat. “Bucky can handle the master switch by himself.”

Without waiting for approval or rejection, you shifted your weight and tore off down a long hall that seemed to have a dead end. With a bit of concentration, you waved your hand and sent yourself through the wall, bits of debris falling to the floor a moment later. You kept going, making your own way to Steve, and killing anyone that stood in your way. The only thing that came close to making you stop was the sight of a large cannon, humming with electricity, glowing blue, aimed at Steve.

Steve’s shield was on the floor and his hands were in the air. “Killing me doesn’t ensure your survival,” he ground out, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“The rest of your… people will be dealt with soon enough,” whatever-his-name-was sneered, his finger pulling the trigger a moment later.

Using your momentum, you kicked the shield up and caught it as you ran. You launched yourself through the air and passed in front of Steve just as the bright blue beam erupted from the barrel. It slammed into the shield, sending you full force into Steve. He may have been other-worldly strong, but there was no way he could have withstood the impact of your body hurtled into his thanks to a Tesseract-fueled weapon.

The pair of you were driven through the wall and flying through the air. Steve’s arms instinctively wrapped around you and held you to him as your hand shot out. Emerald-hued energy shimmered against the ground and your hand as you wielded it to slow your descent.

“We’re down,” Steve shouted into his comm once his feet were on the ground. “But, they’ve still got the weapon.”

“Master switch has been disabled,” Bucky chimed in. .

Sam was next. “I got eyes on ‘em. They’re loading up on the west side, gettin’ ready to head out.”

“Not on my watch. Let’s go, Cap,” you announced with a smirk.

Steve gave you a smile that actually reached his eyes. “On your left.”

Your muscles were sore, but in a hell-yes-you-kicked-ass kind of way. You hadn’t been able to stop smiling the entire ride back to the compound. Working with the Avengers felt good, it meant being able to use your abilities to save people, rather than being the one to clean up the mess.

Steve was waiting for you in the common room after you had showered and changed clothes. “I need to apologize.”

After taking a drink of beer, you shrugged your shoulders. “For what?”

“For acting like a jackass all this time,” he admitted. “You never deserved it, and there was absolutely no excuse for it.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you sighed heavily. “There was no need for it.”

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?” Steve chuckled wryly.

Pulling in a deep breath, you realized there was something you needed to do. “I’m sorry.”

“Wait… you’re apologizing?” He had this deer-in-the-headlights look that you found adorable.

“God knows I haven’t made it easy,” you acknowledged. “I just… I’ve been around a long time, Steve.”

“Yeah, well, so have Bucky and I.”

You shook your head before taking another drink. “The two of you are babies compared to me. I’ve been around for… fuck, it feels like forever at times. I’ve seen galaxies shaped and formed only to be destroyed by war. I’ve seen beautiful creatures ripped apart by disease and famine. I’ve seen… I’ve seen it all, Steve.”

“Do Bruce and Tony know this?” he asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“I’ve told them everything I know,” was your breathy answer. The fear that you would one day die without knowing who you were or where you came from wasn’t as big of a secret as you would have liked.

Steve’s hand was on your shoulder and his eyes were soft as they met yours. “They’ll figure it out,” he assured you.

You gave him a gentle smile,unable to keep from  jumping when Bucky’s voice erupted behind you. “You guys aren’t going to kill one another, are you?”

Your emerald power shimmered over every inch of you, shocking Steve’s hand as it was still resting heavily on your shoulder.

“Shit,” the two of you hissed in unison.

“Damn it, Bucky,” you admonished the man approaching you from behind, sending a jolt of your power through him.

Steve let out a laugh as Bucky cringed, his hair standing on end for a split second. “I think you might be my new favorite person, Y/N.”

“Watch it, punk,” Bucky warned lowly. “And you -”

You whirled to face him, stepping back at the predatory gleam in his eyes. “Shouldn’t sneak up on people,” you interrupted him, a ridiculing tone to your voice.

“You really should respect your elders, jerk,” Steve added, shooting you a wink.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “How much older we talkin’?”

“Higher than you can count,” you teased, setting the empty bottle into the recycling.

“I’ll have you know -” Bucky started, but you didn’t let him finish.

“Older than that,” you giggled.

Bucky stopped his advances, his brows furrowing together as his mind tried to figure it out. When you thought he’d be standing there all night, you jabbed Steve in the ribs.

“How long do you reckon we’ll be standing here?” you whispered.

“I can hear you,” Bucky snapped playfully. “Okay, but the two of us combined -”

Steve shook his head. “Not even close.”

With one brow arched, Bucky’s eyes roved over you in a way that made a chill slither along your spine. “You’re really older than that?”

Remembering the conversation from a few minutes ago, Steve got an idea. “Has Bruce mentioned anything about carbon dating?”

“I mean, he’s thrown around a lot of scientific terminology,” you mumbled, your thoughts swirling as you tried to remember anything like that.

“It’s mainly used for dating fossils,” Bucky noted, leaning back against the counter.

Steve mirrored Bucky, leaning against the other counter, his arms crossed. “Yeah, but could the same be done with… people like us?”

Your already swirling mind was sent into overdrive. “What, like, have Bruce draw my blood and carbon date it?”

“You really think Bruce can do that?” Bucky had a look of disbelief on his face, yet, he sounded genuinely curious.

You raked a hand through your still damp hair. “There’s only one way to find out.”

FIVE

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Summary: Your lineage is a mystery and your powers can be downright scary. You had been on your own since you could remember; saving some lives, taking others, doing what needed to be done in order to survive. And then one day, a man with a metal arm saved your life. From that moment on, you worked with the Avengers, saving lives, not only on Earth, but in other galaxies as well.  
Word Count: 1,683
Warnings: Heavy angst, language, violence, blood, gore, there could be some smut, possibly more to come.
Author’s Note: The main idea for this was inspired by this song by Skylar Grey.

Series Master List

My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.

”Dealing with Wanda is one thing,” Steve argued with Tony.

Tony was already shaking his head. “You only say that because we don’t know anything about Y/N.”

“Can you blame me? She isn’t exactly forthcoming with that information.”

“You know I can hear you, right?” you chuckled.

Steve groaned and gave his head a shake. “Get outta my head,” he demanded, hands balled into fists at his sides.

You stepped out from the corner of the room. “I ain’t in your head, Captain.”

Irritation slammed into you like a tidal wave. “What are you doing here?”

“Telling Tony a little bit about myself,” you answered, hands on your hips, eyebrow arched. “Perhaps you’d like to sit in, be one of the first to know all the nitty gritty details. That way, you can run off and tell all your little friends about the freak.” You couldn’t hide the bitterness in your voice no matter how hard you tried.

“That’s not how things work here,” Tony tried to say, turning to face you, his eyes kind and curious.

You rolled your eyes and huffed. “That’s how things work everywhere, Stark.”

“Have you even met the other people?” Tony said, exasperation heavy on his tongue. “We work with The Hulk, for fuck sake. You’re not the only freak here.”

“Tell that to him.” You waved your hand at Steve, green sparks dancing along your fingertips.

Steve was glaring at you. “No powers unless you’re training or in the field.”

“Fuck off,” you sneered, the sparks growing brighter.

“Alright, you two,” Tony interrupted, standing directly in front of you, his anxiety swirling around you. “Perhaps you should leave, Captain.”

Steve stormed off with a growl, grumbling under his breath.

That was six days ago. From that moment on, Tony and Bruce kept you pretty busy, putting you through every test their collectively insane IQ’s could conceive. Numerous vials were filled with blood, you’d undergone multiple stress tests – physical and mystical. It seemed like it was never going to end.

You had just stepped off the treadmill, wiping sweat from your face when Steve and Bucky came into the room.

“Hiya, boys,” you purred playfully, taking mental note of the way Bucky’s eyes darkened just the slightest.

“Y/N,” Steve greeted gruffly, his shoulders tight.

“Oh, you’re actually talking to me today,” you joked. “What an improvement.”

Don’t push it.

You shot him a wink. “I’ll do my best.”

Bucky let out a snort of laughter at the silent exchange, stopping only because Steve jabbed him in the ribs. “Come on, punk,” he argued, wincing. “If the roles were reversed -”

“She wouldn’t fuckin’ be here.”

That was it. You’d had enough of Steve’s attitude to last a lifetime.

“What’s your problem, huh?” you demanded, power surging through you, sparking along your hands.

“You’re my problem,” was his blunt answer.

“No shit,” you snarled.

Bucky was between you, a hand seeking out yours, shooting daggers at his best friend. “Back off, man.”

Steve kept glaring at you over Bucky’s shoulder. “She’s too reckless, Buck. She’s a goddamn liability.”

“That’s what they said about me,” he shot back, voice low and rough.

“It’s not the same thing, and you know it.” Steve tried arguing.

“Like hell it ain’t,” Bucky scoffed.

The cool wave that had been washing over you, slowly putting out the flames surging through your veins, started to pull back. You’d dealt with not being wanted ever since you were born, you could deal with it a little longer. You wrenched your hand from the super soldier in front of you and gave Steve a tight smile.

“You win, Steve,” you ground out, doing your best to keep the emotion from your voice. Before either of the men could say anything, you ran from the room, a blur of emerald and a breeze that blew the papers from Bruce’s desk were the only sign that you had been there.

Bucky pushed Steve in the chest, making his friend stumble back. “Put your dick away and stop pissing on everything like you fuckin’ own it!”

“Excuse me?” Steve snapped.

“You heard me,” Bucky ground out. “From the moment you met Y/N, you’ve been treating her like shit, like she doesn’t belong here, like she’s evil.”

“How do you know she’s not?”

Bucky took a step back. “Wow,” he murmured. “I never thought I’d see the day. You sound just like them.”

Steve was shaking his head. “We know nothing about her -”

“She is literally thousands of years old,” Bruce calmly interrupted Steve’s argument. “Predates anyone… anything I’ve ever seen, anything Tony’s ever seen. Like Wanda, she’s a mind reader, has telekinesis, and mind control. She’s also one of the strongest empaths on record. Then, there’s her power. It’s… raw and immense, fierce and extreme, resplendent and vicious. I… I’ve never seen anything like it.”

Steve rolled his eyes. “She took out an army with her mind with that power, Bruce.”

“Like you wouldn’t do the same, Steve,” Bucky scoffed. “You, who took on the United States government because of me.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“It never is with you,” Bucky sighed heavily. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to see if I can clean up the mess you made.”

Wanda was sitting on your bed when you blew into the room, the rush of air blowing her hair back.

“You can’t leave,” she murmured, her eyes flashing red, one leg pulled up, her chin resting on her knee.

Leaving Wanda was the last thing you wanted to do. In the short time you’d been at the compound, the two of you became close, the bond between you greater than friendship. It was as if you were sisters, separated at creation, willing to do anything for one another. Just the thought of not seeing her again made tears prick your eyes.

“I’m not wanted here.” You stode over to the closet and pulled out the clothes you had been wearing last week.

”I want you here.” Wanda’s voice rubbed inside your brain like velvet, soft and soothing, warm and inviting.

You couldn’t face her. ”It feels like you’re the only one that does.”

”Is that a bad thing?”

”It is when the man in charge would rather see me dead than accept my help.”

Wanda pushed up from the bed and hugged you from behind. ”Steve is… protective and passionate. He doesn’t mean to come off like a dick.”

Despite the emotion in your chest, you chuckled. You turned in her grip and gave her a squeeze. There was a knock on the open door just then.

“Don’t leave because Steve’s an asshole,” Bucky pleaded, entering your room without an invitation.

You hadn’t told Wanda you were staying, and part of you wanted to, if only to spite Steve. Then there was the part of you that had gotten used to the solitude of not having to worry what everyone else thought of you, how they judged you, how they talked about you behind closed doors; it was exhausting. But, if you left, you’d have less of a chance of finding out where you came from. Combine that with the fact that you weren’t ready to part from Wanda, there was only one choice to make.

“Alright,” you conceded happily. “Looks like you’re stuck with me.”

Later that night, sitting on the roof, your legs hanging over the side, you gazed up at the stars. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t… hate you,” Steve muttered, crossing the roof slowly.

“Yeah, you do,” you argued, shuddering under the immense weight of negativity flowing off of the super soldier.

He pulled in several ragged breaths and tried again. “I don’t hate you, Y/N.”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head. “Can’t lie to an empath, Captain. Think you would have figured that out by now.”

“And with as old as you are,” he countered, “one would assume that you could tell the difference between hate and suspicion.”

“So, tell me, Captain,” you stood and leveled Steve with a cold stare. “What are your suspicions.”

”That you’ll use us, manipulate each and every one of us.”

“Why would I do that?”

“You tell me. You annihilated those men without hesitation.”

“They killed the only family I’d ever known,” you shouted, your voice thick and heavy. “Besides, you were on your way to do the exact same thing.”

Steve blew out a breath through his nose. “That’s not the point.”

“It is,” you ground out. “Face it, looking at me is like looking in the fuckin’ mirror, and you don’t like what you see.”

Dark eyes drilled into yours. “If it were up to me -”

“Well, it ain’t,” you interrupted, a heaving sigh leaving you. “Look, I get it, you don’t trust me. But, it’s a two way street, pal, and you’ve given me absolutely no reason to trust you either. You don’t have to like that I’m here, but I ain’t leaving because you’ve got a bug up your ass about it. The way I see it, this place is plenty big, and with all these tests I’m taking, I’m only ever in the lab or my room.”

“What’s your point?” His irritation was exhausting and you’d already been through the ringer.

You scraped a hand over your face and groaned. “I’ll stay in my corner, out of the way. Once Bruce and Tony are done with their tests, I’ll get outta your hair.”

Steve’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “What do you want in return?”

“Besides not being treated like I’m the harbinger of death?” you scoffed loudly. “I don’t want a goddamn thing, Steve.”

The pressure inside your head started to lessen, and it had everything to do with the change in Steve’s demeanor. The muscle in his jaw clenched hypnotically as his mind spun. You wanted to listen in, to see what his thought process was, but you refrained.

“Okay, Y/N,” he agreed.

“Truce?” you inquired, holding your hand out.

Steve pulled in a deep breath before shaking your hand. “Truce.”

THREE

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