Never Scenes

“You’re the biggest hoe in this entire building!” She shouts and you snort.

“That’s pretty large damn claim you got there Helen. There’s a lot of people in this building.” You growl with a pointed look and she straightens her shoulders.

“Who’s sleeping with one of their coworkers?” She asks snidely, making your brow furrow.

“I’m sleeping with my boyfriend.” You point out incredulously and she gives you a superior look. You’d just fallen into some trap.

“That’s not what the monster was saying in the meeting this morning.” She drawls and you dive forward, hands outstretched to grasp her neck and squeeze, only to be caught.

“No, Wanda! Not fair!” You scream as she pulls you back through the air, Helens momentarily white face now mocking. “Just you wait scum. Next time you call him a monster, I’ll be there, and I’ll burn you to the ground.”

She doesn’t reply, just giving you a sour look and striding from the room. You’re still panting when your feet touch the floor again and although you’ve been released, you know Wanda won’t be letting you leave this room without her.

“Y/N.” She offers gently and you flinch, staring at the floor sullenly. “There is a reason he must have said that.” She hits you dead center in the real issue, her aim mind reader perfect and you show her the full extent of your storming emotions.

Your eyes meet hers as she pales, your worries turning into hers the longer you hold the open connection. Tearing your eyes from hers, you close her out completely, shutting her off from seeing any of what you feel, just telepathic speaking.

“I could string him from the roof. Just for a little while. Stretch my powers in a way I haven’t had the chance to recently?” She offers and you can tell by the thickness of her voice she’s furious and sad and a little heart broken. Just like you are.

You’re not one to listen to rumours. Or Helen. Or anyone else when it comes to Bucky. But… Helen knows everything. She hears everything and she’s like a bloodhound telling fact from fiction so that she can spread the gossip. Stupid Helen.

“What’d I ever do to that woman? Why’s she so insane?” You burst out and Wanda chuckles, clearly knowing something you don’t.

“Do you not remember the time you set alight the heads of all the troll dolls you could find to prove to Clint that you’d be a bad parent and then wouldn’t have to babysit, despite your past? And how at least three- the biggest- came from that one office? Though there were a surprising amount of trolls around here…” She muses before getting back on track. “They were hers. And so she answered literal fire with verbal fire… It’s just spiralled.”

You gape, remembering the day clearly. Clint had been at you and at you to look after his kids and remembering the last time you’d had to they’d almost broken all your electronics in one fell swoop, you’d had to prove you were unfit. An almost impossible task with all your previous experience. But you’d succeeded and spent the night chasing Bucky with a water gun. That’d been funny. Especially when he’d tried to steal it and chase you, but you’d used a field ball.

You shake your head roughly, trying to shake out the dopey look you could feel on your face.

“That sucks.” You mumble and get up. Reaching down, you pick up the chair you’d just been sitting on. “I need to borrow this, be right back?”

Wanda gives you a dubious look, but with your plans unbeknown to her, she nods. You know she’ll follow you, to keep you out of trouble. But she won’t be fast enough.

Walking calmly from the room, you follow your head, knowing that now, at three thirty, Barnes will be making a cheese toastie because it’s the exact best point between lunch and dinner.

Entering the kitchen, chair above your head, you meet his eyes. He gives you a happy smile, biting into the toastie before holding it toward you. Leaning back, you heft the chair and throw it at him, just as the door opens behind you.

Three shouts sound simultaneously, his, yours and Wandas.

“What the hell!”

“Suck my dick!”

“Y/N, no!”

The chair gets hit out of the air and when Buckys eyes clash with yours they’re hurt and furious. Also very confused?

“Y/N?” He asks reasonably, his calm belying an obvious irritation.

“Oh, sorry was that a move a girlfriend wouldn’t make? Lucky you’re not my boyfriend!” You shout but quickly amend it slightly. “Or so I’ve been told!”

“Y/N, no…” Wanda sighs and you can feel her rub her forehead exasperatedly.

“Since what? When? What?” He snaps, glaring at his dropped sandwich before giving you an accusing look.

“Helen. A meeting? Excuse me?” You snap, waiting for him to fix it so that you can apologise profusely for the chair and dance into the sunset with a new toastie.

“Oh.” He says quietly and you take a step back.

“Oh.” You reply and he nods, not meeting your eyes.

“Ohhhhkay…” Wanda cuts in, taking your arm with a little extra force than necessary and pulling you out of the room. You don’t fight her, instead pushing into her and she wraps
and arm around your shoulder and tucks you against her, walking back toward your rooms.
 
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“What kind of douchenozzle does that? He, a common canoe, meets me, a streamlined and obviously Olympic worthy kayak, and doesn’t immediately claim girlfriend? And then he has the nerve to be mad about a chair aimed at his face? It didn’t even hit him! And the amount of times I’ve had sex with him. You know how many times we’ve done it. I’ve told you several times. Several!” You pace, arms flying about you as you spit fire. Wanda is listening, but not really also. Instead, you can tell she’s thinking of ways to hurt James (though not kill him or do irreparable damage, but scars are on the table). “And he just… I don’t know. I thought we… Was I seeing things?”

Your voice ends weakly and you give her a half desperate look. She shakes her head sadly and you collapse against the end of the bed, leaning your head against her knee while her fingers comb through your hair.

“Ma loutre, he is just a fool.” She sighed and you perked slightly.

“I didn’t know you knew French?” You asked, thinking of all the times she’d discussed Pietro and how he’d known Russian. Goodness you wished you knew him, wished he’d spoken Russian to you, just been here.

“Our parents… I wanted to speak beautifully and he wanted… He wanted to impress the girls on our street.” She smirked and you rolled your eyes. You knew she’d purposely ignored your thoughts about the hot sibling and her embarrassment made you gleeful.

“If you must call me something to make me feel better, perhaps, mon bête?” You offered and she laughed.

“You are indeed a beast, but only a little one. Mon petit bête.” She trailed her fingers over your hair once more and you felt her thoughts waver between her support for you and confusion at the entire situation.

“There isn’t any phase between girlfriend and fiancé and not dating at all that we’re missing here, are we?” You asked softly and she sighed, about to open her mouth, when the door slammed open and Lang stumbled in.

“I- Need- You!” He gasped out, hand raised and pointing at you shakily. You gaped, eyes roving over his seemingly unhurt but generally out of breath body. You quickly stumbled to your feet and moved toward him.

“Why? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You urged, thoughts instantly going to a Bucky episode. But Friday would’ve said something, she would have spoken if there was something wrong.

“It’s Barnes.” He breathed weakly and you paled.

“Where?” You hissed, eyes already on the door and ready to take off.

“Living room, with so many magazines.”

You were gone before he’d even finished his sentence, no one calling after you.
 
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Foot catching, you felt yourself tumble as you passed through the living room doorway, rolling and landing on the floors with a grunt and the smacking thud of your head hitting tiles.

Struggling, you tried to climb to your feet amid the shouts. Reaching your knees, you looked up, feeling something drip on your forehead but brushing it away. Scanning the room, you spotted him instantly, staring at your friends arguing. No one had even noticed your entrance.

“He hurt her!” Thor thundered, arms wrapped around Jane delicately despite his rage. You could see her trying to talk him down, Steve joining in but the demigod had eyes for none but the soldier.

“Bucky?” Natasha inquired quietly, suddenly by his side and he turned to her slowly, eyes cold. You watched her gaze search his before she reached out to touch his shoulder. For a moment everything blurred then Bucky shoved the woman into the wall while Thor broke free of Steve and Jane, shouting about ends and striding toward the dark haired man.

Steve spotted you and his face went stark, a frown creasing him while you swayed to the left. Why were you swaying? Then Thor punched Bucky and you were brought lightning quick back into the moment.

“Thor!” Jane shouted at the blonde set of muscles and you struggled, reaching your feet and stumbling forward.

“Jamie.” You whined out as you leant forward and his eyes shot to you instantly. You watched as he tried to struggle out of the god’s grip, to get to you and you felt yourself tilting.

“Oh no.” You mumble, trying to take a step so you didn’t fall, but only succeeding in tripping over your feet. “Who did this?” You whined in confusion as your head throbbed.
With a shout, Bucky breaksfree, racing forward and skidding to a stop next to your prone body, his hands gentle as they checked you over.

“No!” Wanda scolds, appearing behind Bucky, at an advancing Thor, who stopped in his tracks. He seemed to want to push by her but also seemed to hold himself back. Jane appeared beside him and took hold of his hand.

“You overreact.” She scolded sharply and he huffed grumpily, his eyes locked on her face.

“What did you do, Y/N?” Bucky groaned, hands cupping your cheeks as you sat yourself up.

“Why is everyone being so mean right now?” You whined, pushing Bucky away, eyes searching for Wanda and Nat.

“Thank you for checking her over, Bucky, but I think I’ll take Y/N to someone who studied medicine. Perhaps Mary.” Wanda piped up, helping you to your feet and holding you steady with both her hands and powers.

“Natasha?” You asked slightly groggily and the other girl appeared beside you, taking your hand as the three of you exited. You didn’t need to look back. Wanda did.

You tripped slightly at the image, Bucky staring after you brokenly, his fists and shoulders clenched. As you stumbled he leapt upright, leaning forward only to stop himself when Natasha righted you.
 
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“What the hell is going on?” You snarled, eyes catching on the tubes connected to you, on Bucky eyes closed in a chair in the hallway and on the general awful jumble of memories that fluttered in your mind.

'Don’t be angry, Y/N.' Wanda reprimands in your mind and you focus on her momentarily, seeing a wrinkle browed Steve, while Nat and Clint lean against the wall grumpily. You relax into the connection, feeling her overall gloominess.

You return to yourself, eyes focussing on Bucky in the hall. He’s awake now, watching you like a kicked dog and you can’t hide your sympathy. He doesn’t rise or move at all, reading your expression clearly and you’re thankful.

'What in Odins name happened?' You ask your partner in crime and she shudders slightly before resurfacing Steves explanation.

'Bucky had been sitting in the living room for hours, just sitting there and staring at the coffee table. Steve was a bit worried but he figured you’d come collect him soon. Not one single person had any idea what’d happened and no one thought to ask about the chair or even ask Bucky what he was doing. Except Jane. She wandered over, curious about the whole ice statue and with more than enough care. She was half expecting a Winter episode of some kind. So she sits in the armchair and she says “Hi Bucky, what’re you doing?” and Thor walks in just as Bucky violently slides all the knickknacks and magazines and general crap off the coffee table and accidentally, we are all sure, in the direction of Jane. Some stuff hits her and she says ouch and Thor grabs her and then Steve, Scott and Nat walk in and Thor is furious so Steve steps in the middle while Nat sends Scott after you instead of getting Friday and then you arrived almost right after. No one saw it but you tripped and cracked your head, and Bucky throws Natasha against the wall then Bucky saw you bleeding and freaked trying to get away from an attacking Thor and to check you over. Then Scott and I arrived and Jane threw down with Thor, telling him off and talking about if she’d been bleeding from the head and so he shut up and they left, leaving Steve, Scott and Sam to pick up a basically square one Bucky and drop him outside where you are now since no one knows what’s going on and I can’t say anything.' Wanda finally finishes and you rub your head, brain aching from both the monologue and the head trauma. You’re glad she hadn’t said anything.

This was something you probably should have discussed with Bucky before leaving him alone for three hours after throwing a chair at him and realising you weren’t actually what you thought you were since you hadn’t DTR’d.

“Barnes.” You called and Bucky ducked lower in the seat, hunching, before he rose and came toward you. “Sit.” You gestured to the chair in the corner of the room and the empty space beside your bed.

“I should get you a doctor first…” He countered quietly, only to nod shortly at the sharp look you gave him.

“I was experimented on and am classified as an “enhanced”, the doctor can wait forever for all I damn well care.” You snapped and he sat in the chair silently, a child waiting for the principal. “Barnes.” He flinched and you groaned.

“Dammit. Bucky.” You reiterated. “What the hell happened?”

“I…” He swallowed and gave you a apprehensive look. “Those guys in the meeting were talking about you, they were saying stuff… And I got mad. I didn’t yell, I just sort of…
Threatened them.” You sigh, at both the nervous pauses and his behaviour in general. But you understood it. “And then they were making jokes, doing the grade school thing about if you’re my girlfriend and that’s why I was being like that and I said no without thinking and they laughed and said I must have been your stalker then. So I… I walked away because I don’t trust it wouldn’t end badly if I got into a fight with someone about you. Helen must have heard it and when I didn’t…”

He gives you a weak look and you rub your forehead again. Why, why, why.

“And in the kitchen? What the hell?” You snarl, getting angrier and sadder and more of a jumble.

“I don’t know!” He bursts out and you want to sink down into the bed and away. “You were so angry and you threw the chair and then said I wasn’t your boyfriend and I was trying to think of what I’d done and you said the meeting and I couldn’t think then I realised and I thought you would’ve been angrier with me if I explained the situation and you left and
I didn’t know what to do. So I sat down in the living room and next thing someones there and I just couldn’t… Hold it in, so I thought I’d make a mess and I hit Jane…”

You make a low whining noise. Buckys hands snatch yours from your forehead, holding them in both of his while he talks lowly and quietly in your ear.

“You’re more than just a girlfriend. Since the very first day I met you in that coffee shop, that day I’ve never been sure if you remembered, I knew you were going to be so much and then you were in Berlin, waiting for Steve and T’Challa and Sam and me. And when I finally saw you again, that day in Berlin, even as the Winter Soldier, I could see you were just more. And you made me those promises that I was sure you could never keep but I wanted you to try so much, I wanted you with me. And how once I moved into the compound you’d follow me, not asking for too much but still deserving more than I gave you. Everything you’ve done since you made those promises and everything you’ve become since the day I first met that scared girl in a coffee shop, who stared at me without seeing the Winter Soldier or some… Ruffian.” He chuckles under his breath and you exhale shakily.

“I was wondering why you were wearing a hat inside.” You confided and his grin lit up the room.

“You wondered why I was wearing a hat inside. I love you so much and I… I want…” He inhales hard, expression hardening. “I want you to marry me. You know I’m already yours and you’re mine and I know you’ve never seriously thought about marrying anyone but I want to marry you. Please.” He rushes out and you blink, shaking your head a little. He seems to fall apart before your eyes, causing you to panic.

“I wasn’t saying no!” You explode out and he freezes. “You said marry so many times, I was distracted.”

His lips quirk and he’s practically a pile of building blocks. Stable but easy to knock down.

“You were distracted by the word marry, while I proposed? Isn’t that how it's supposed to happen? So much so that you can even get out a simple yes?” He smirks and you cover his eyes with your hand, evolving the smirk into a grin.

“Is that a challenge?” You growl out and he chuckles.

“I know that reference. And it is, you know it is.”

“I’m going to marry you so hard, you won’t know what hit you.” You release his eyes, to see a small amount of redness in them as he beams at you. You’ve got to shut this down.

“But don’t forget that you’re in the dog house. You broke up with me for a few hours and they were hell and then you got into a fight.”

“You broke up with me first.” He complains sullenly, impending wedding forgotten.

“Oh, ho ho. You can’t pull a fast one on me. It was like a singing telegram breakup but via demon Helen.” You bark and he rolls his eyes.

“We’re back on now though. And I didn’t have time to plan some huge thing to propose, I haven’t even got a ring yet.” He grimaces, making you sigh dreamily.

“This does not bode well for our nuptials.” You muse and he gives you a dark look.

A high pitched sound echos down the hall, making you jump, an field ball encircling you and a now protectively stanced Bucky. A whirl of red power and best friend flings itself into the room and you quickly drop the shield while Bucky slips out of the way.

“Married!” She shouts, taking a leap onto you and the bed like you’d done to her not so long ago. This time, no one gets caught and both of you let out deep noises of pain at your collision.

“Love you.” You grunt out in her ear, voice laced in aches.

“Love you too, Mrs Barnes.” She half giggles and you snort.

As if you’re going to give up your name.

Y/N Y/L/N. Avenger and badass.