The Elevator
Bucky’s POV
Although he would never admit it, Bucky knew he had felt some sort of connection with this mystery girl from the first time he grabbed her arm on the roof of the Avenger’s compound. Now they were in the same position in Tony Stark’s tower but he felt as though the feeling wasn’t mutual.
The brunette girl was beating full force against his chest as he dragged her into the elevator.
“Let me go you dick!” She shouted trying to pull her arm out of his grip, using her bandaged hand as leverage. She swung her free fist at his face but before it collided Bucky used his free hand to grab it midair. Now they were holding hands in some sort of frenzied dance.
“You motherfucker, fight me like a man!” The girl continued, kicking wildly and trying not to loose her balance.
“FRIDAY, notify everyone to meet in the main living room.”
“Yes Mr. Barnes.”
He looked down at the slightly awestricken girl who had paused. The calm was soon interrupted by her throwing another string of curse words after he moved both of her thin wrists into one hand.
“Listen here shitface, once I get out of this elevator you don’t want to see what I have in store for you.” She spat in his face. Bucky blinked his eyes a few times before using his sleeve to wipe down his face.
“And FRIDAY…” Bucky continued. “Get me a pair of handcuffs.”
“Right away Mr. Barnes.” The AI replied.
“Oh you son of a bitch, I’ll…” She barked at him.
“You’ll what, hmm? Swear at me? Because that doesn’t really seem to be helping.” The girl looked at up Bucky with murder in her eyes but he could tell that behind this wall she had put up there were layers of fear and insecurity. He was able to see this because he had put up that same wall. Underneath all of his seriousness and boldness he knew he was broken in a way that could not be fixed.
“Here are your handcuffs Mr. Barnes.” A small compartment opened in the side of the elevator. A silver pair of police style handcuffs lay in the drawer. Bucky pulled them out and clipped one on each of the girl’s wrists with her hands out in front oh her. She had stopped fighting but he mostly assumed it was due to exhaustion. Her breathing was heightened and when he held his hands around her wrists her heart beat was much faster than a normal person.
“Mr. Barnes, what floor would you like to go to?” The AI questioned.
“We haven’t been moving?” Bucky returned, mentally slapping himself. He must have been to preoccupied with the girl to notice that they were still on the same floor.
“Not so smart after all, Mr. Barnes.” The girl said his name like it were poison. He felt a twinge of sadness knowing that this girl probably hated him with all her guts.
“The main living room, FRIDAY. And make it quick.” Bucky said, ignoring the girl who was still trying to pull herself away from his grip around her bicep.
“Right away sir.” The elevator began its decent to the where the other Avengers were probably already waiting.
“Oh so you like it when girls call you sir, don’t you. You’re that type of guy.” This girl was really starting to get on his nerves but he also felt slight jumps in his heart beat when she voiced his name. Who is this girl?
“I bet you bring all you girls up here like this.” She lifted her cuffed hands towards him. “Like anyone would get it on with an amputee.” That was last straw. He pushed her up against the glass wall of the elevator. She let out a little gasp as he pushed the breath out of her.
“Shut up.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything to say as all that was on his mind was their current closeness. His taller body was pressed up against her thinner, slight shorter one. Bucky opened his mouth again to throw a snide comeback at her but nothing came out. A mischievous smirk began to appear on her lips. He let her go from her position against the wall just as the elevator let out a ding signaling their arrival.
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Iris’ POV
Iris knew she had fucked up the second the elevator doors slide open. You fucking idiot She thought to herself. Why would you just assume the elevator was empty.
Even though she knew she was screwed, Iris still tried her hardest to pull herself away from the super soldier’s literal iron grip.
“Let me go you dick!” Iris screamed at his face as he dragged her into the elevator. Even with her harsh words, in the back of her mind Iris knew she didn’t mean it. For some unknown reason she felt some sort of connection with this ex-assassin. If only this were a different situation. She contemplated as his grip continued to tighten around her upper arm. But this isn’t the time for that type of thoughts, Iris. Get yourself together. Iris mentally shook her head, clearing everything from it. She had gotten good at clearing her mind in dark situations.
Trying to catch her assailant off guard, Iris swung her fist to his face as the elevator doors began to close but he caught it mid air. Well this is just great.
“You motherfucker! Fight me like a man!” Iris wanted to shout endless insults at the soldier but almost none of it came out of her mouth. If only I knew his actual name, these insults would become easier. But even after that she still didn’t believe she could actually hurt him, whether she wanted to or not.
Iris began to raise her legs, attempting to kick the man in the elevator. Wait a second, are we even moving? Iris didn’t remember him pressing any buttons when they entered the elevator. Now that she looked, there weren’t even any buttons. What the hell?
“FRIDAY, notify everyone to meet in the main living room.” The soldier said to no one in particular. He really has lost it, hasn’t he. She continued to struggle against his grasp.
“Yes, Mr. Barnes.” A female voice responded out of no where. Iris’ heart skipped a beat. She paused for a second to let her eyes dart around the metal box, searching for the source of the voice. Jesus Christ. Did the elevator just talk? And his name is Barnes? What the fuck is going on?
In this time of weakness, Mr. Barnes, as Iris now knew him, pushed both her wrists together in one of his hands. Iris launched another wild sequence of choice words at him.
“Listen here shitface, once I get out of this elevator you don’t want to see what I have in store for you.” Without thinking, Iris spat in his face. Oh shit. She stared at his shocked expression until he wiped down her mess.
“And FRIDAY…” Mr. Barnes continued. “Get me a pair of handcuffs.” Iris inhaled sharply and instantly mentally slapped herself for it. However, it didn’t seem as though Barnes noticed.
“Right away Mr. Barnes.” The elevator replied.
“Oh you son of a bitch, I’ll…” Iris was happy the winter soldier cut her off at this point because she didn’t have a threat to finish off her comeback.
“You’ll what, hmm? Swear at me? Because that doesn’t really seem to be helping.” Iris was taken aback by his sudden sharpness. Oh its on, two can play at this game. She put on her perfected death stare and glazed her eyes over with false hatred at an attempt to intimidate Barnes. Iris knew that inside her mind profound thoughts were flowing. NOT NOW IRIS! She mentally shouted at herself. The only thing she could do was deepen her deadly stare.
“Here are your handcuffs Mr. Barnes.” The elevator announced. A small, metal drawer opened on the side of the wall. Inside lay a silver pair of handcuffs. Iris tried her best not to smirk as he clipped her wrists together in front of her body. He grabbed her bicep to guide her around.
“Mr. Barnes, what floor would you like to go to?” The elevator asked. Ha! I knew we weren’t moving! That idiot… That extremely hot idiot… Seriously Iris, NOT NOW!
“We haven’t been moving?” He asked angrily, a bit of color rising to his cheeks. Now Iris let out a small, short-lived smirk.
“Not so smart after all, Mr. Barnes.” Iris spat, trying as hard as she could to fill her voice with venom although her heart skipped a bit as she let out his name. The man didn’t even react.
“The main living room, FRIDAY. And make it quick.” Mr. Barnes voiced to the elevator, not even looking at Iris anymore.
“Right away sir.” As the elevator spoke, it began its smooth decsent.
“Oh so you like it when girls call you sir, don’t you. You’re that type of guy.” Iris declared. She cursed her sharp tongue. Seriously Iris, stop insulting the hot guy. Barnes continued to look at nothing at particular although she felt his grip tightening on her upper arm.
I bet you bring all you girls up here like this.” Iris lifted her cuffed hands in front of him. “Like anyone would get it on with an amputee.” She regretted her words the second they left her mouth. THINK before you speak Iris, THINK!
Mr. Barnes didn’t take her overly harsh comment lightly either. He pushed her weak body against the elevator wall. It elicited a small gasp from Iris as she felt the air being pushed out of her lungs. Oh please have this god damn elevator go faster, or slower. Damn it, make up your mind! The main thing she wanted to do was take back her remark.
“Shut up.” He snarled, pushing into her chest further. Iris felt her heart beat faster. After an impossibly long second, he released her. As though on a timer, the elevator let out a small ding. Thank god. Iris thought as the doors slid open. I need a drink