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: 1,384
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.

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Growing up alone, with no one like you to talk to, to relate to, to compare stories with, it can really change a person. It can mold them, turn them into something that they, not necessarily hated but, strongly disliked. There was blood on your hands, there was red in your ledger, you needed more cleansing than God himself could give. Which was what paved the path to your attempt at redemption.

You were screaming, rage thrumming through you, enhancing your abilities. There were families behind you, slaughtered, their blood still pouring from the wounds they suffered at the hands of the party your anger was aimed at.

The group of murderers didn’t stand a chance, but that didn’t deter them. They charged, their mouths open in a shout of solidarity and brotherhood, weapons raised. You released the power you had somehow miraculously kept bottled up, simmering under the surface, ready and waiting for someone to kill. The men fell to the ground, their bodies burning from the inside out, flames and embers spilling out of their noses and mouths before their lives were snuffed out.

Revenge, hot or cold, tasted amazing, but it did nothing to soothe the absolute heartbreak of what had just taken place. You had made a promise, a blood oath, to keep the people of the village safe from the men that now lay at your feet, and you had failed.

You’re a failure, a fraud. No one is going to trust you now.

“Shut up,” you sneered at the inner voice, desperate for it to stop talking.

They’re dead and it’s all your fault.

With your palm to your temple, you squeezed your eyes closed. “Stop it!”

“Hey doll,” someone said, their deeply masculine voice tight with worry. “You alright?”

“No, no,” you groaned. There were feet pounding the ground behind you, circling you, threatening you. You could feel their confusion and anger and frustration, it was smothering you. “I can’t take anymore.”

The man in front of you cursed under his breath. “Step back, guys. I think she’s an empath.”

You pulled in a shuddering breath as the oppressive weight at your back lightened. Just a little at first, as they struggled with the command they had been given.

“Please,” you begged, your power growing more unstable. It felt like it was ripping you apart from the inside out, tearing through your internal organs, pumping through your veins like lava. “I need you to leave.”

“Uh uh, doll,” whatever-his-name-was argued gently. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

The caring tone of his voice was what made you open your eyes. You could still feel the wave of too many emotions at your back, but it was more tolerable than before. Your hands were clenched at your sides, your power humming around them, no doubt sparking angrily.

“Not even if I could kill you?”

He chuckled low in his throat. “Darlin’, you wouldn’t be the first to try.”

“But I bet I’d be the first to succeed.” It wasn’t you talking, not really. With your emotions at the wheel, your anxiety was spiraling, and fast.

“You don’t want to do that,” he warned, his hand held out, the sun reflecting off of it, catching your attention.

You stared at it with curiosity. “Wait… is that… are you… Bucky Barnes?”

His bright eyes flicked to his hand before landing back on yours. “You know me?”

“I know that arm,” you scoffed. “That means that those guys are the rest of the gang; the Avengers?”

“They are,” Bucky answered, his hand falling down to his side. “They’re also backing off. Ain’t that right, Stevie?”

If she so much as looks at you funny.

You chuckled, rolling your eyes as you turned around. “Along with being an empath, I can read minds. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt your boyfriend.”

“Funny,” Bucky huffed. “You a comedian, too?”

It was a mistake, turning around to sass the one and only Captain America. Because when you did, your eyes fell on the piles of bodies, burned to a crisp. Mothers, fathers, their children; everyone was dead.

Choking on a sob, you dropped to your hands and knees, your fingers sinking deep into the dirt. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault they’re dead.”

Bucky was in front of you, his hands covering yours, his cerulean eyes drilling into yours. “Hey, you can’t do that to yourself. Their blood is not on your hands.”

“It is,” you cried, the dam inside you breaking, your powers surging out of control. “I swore I’d keep them safe, and I didn’t.”

The man before you let out a light hiss as your skin started to heat up, the emerald green hue of your power shining bright. “It ain’t your fault, doll. You did the best you could getting here in time.”

That got your attention. “Wha- what do you mean?”

“We were on our way,” he started, never taking his eyes off yours, his fingers moving in slow circles on your hand, your wrists, any skin he could reach. “Got a tip that a group of power-hungry mercs were headed this way, but we got the intel too late. Does that mean that their blood is on our hands, too?”

The power pulsing through you started to slow down. “I mean, I guess not. But, you didn’t swear to protect them. I did.”

“And we swore to protect the lives of every innocent life on the planet,” Bucky insisted. His thumbs were now on the pulse of your wrist, sweeping back and forth hypnotically. “The lives of these people, it’s not on any of our hands. If anyone is responsible, it’s those assholes. Not Steve or Tony, not me, and certainly not you.”

With the crushing weight of your anxiety easing back, it was getting easier to breathe. Your eyes fell to your hands, to Bucky’s hands. One metal, the other flesh, both of them cool and comforting. The knots in your muscles started to uncoil, and you knew it had more to do with the energy that was radiating off of Bucky in waves.

“You gotta listen to me, doll,” he pleaded, his hands travelling to your wrists and up your arms, tugging you off of the ground, forcing you to your knees.

Your chin was quivering as tears broke free. “I can’t,” you tried to argue, but Bucky’s hands were on your face, his thumbs sweeping through your tears.

“Darlin’, you can,” he assured you, sapphire swirling through his eyes. “Breathe, okay? You can do this.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest.

Swallowing around the knot in your throat, you did as he asked. You closed your eyes and focused on his breathing, the way his chest rose and fell rhythmically, the ba-dum, ba-dum of his heart against your palm. Then there was his hand on your wrist, the way his fingers flexed, the buttery leather of his fingerless gloves, the seam of string that held the fabric together, all of it moving smoothly against your skin.

Before you knew it, Bucky’s hand was on your face again, tucking the hair behind your ear. “There you go, doll.”

You let out a huff, your hand falling from his chest, your vision coming back to you slowly. “Thank you.”

“No sweat,” he said, blushing lightly. “Where are you headed next?”

With a subtle shrug, you answered with a question of your own. “You guys need a hand with anything?”

Hell yes, we do. Especially another woman.

Your head tipped to the side a bit as you heard a young woman, her accent subtle, her voice soft, and it made you chuckle. “Never mind, I already got my answer.”

All eyes were on you as you marched past Bucky and strode purposefully over to the quinjet, boarding it a moment later. You ignored the way they stared at you as you sat down next to the only female on board, held out your hand, and gave her a wink.

I’m Y/N, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.

The young woman gave a bright smile and wrapped her hand in yours, the red-hued indication of her powers flaring to life at the brush your skin.

I’m Wanda.

This is going to be so much fun.

TWO

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