Practically limping into the Avengers large kitchen you couldn't believe how sore you were from, well, let's just say you're not entirely so sure. What you do know is that it's the morning after a stealth mission and your more beastly self, if that's even the correct term, must have done or gotten into something last night that might have knocked you out cold.
Hence the memory loss.
Honestly you could laugh, it's like trying to figure out what drunk you was getting themselves into. Problem is, this "drunk you" at the time was 2.4lb of absolute raging adrenaline with an apparent lack of safety awareness and good judgment skills.
Not a good combination. Also you were a hawk.
So here you are, piecing together the jumbled puzzle of last night while you make an attempt at finding breakfast before the crowds come noisily shuffling into the temporarily quiet hang out room slash luxurious kitchen, of the famous Avengers Facility. Ah, the life of an Avenger who's fantastical ability allows them to shift into any animal in existence.
Although it's a blessing, you sometimes suffer the consequences of being an actual avenger, and shit, your left shoulder and rib cage are so sore right now you could scream. Your accelerated healing has already kicked in but alas that does not mean your body will spare you some soreness and bruising.
"Fuck what did I do?" You mutter grumpily while reaching for the fridge door handle, making certain not to pull to hard for fear of ripping the metal right off.
Soon your eyes scan over the multitude of various healthy snacks and equally as healthy leftovers due to Steve's insistent attitude towards fueling yourselves with the best, to be the best or some cheesy hero shit like that.
Spotting your left over hidden burrito in the back of the fridge sends an excited thrill into your otherwise tired and achy self, you snatch it up quickly, and without thinking pull the metal door off its hinges while quickly trying to close it.
Shit.
Tossing the burrito onto the nearby counter top, you swiftly grasp the large food filled door with both hands as you hold it up with ease. Well this is just a fantastic situation isn't it? Apparently you're incapable of having an easy morning like just previously planned. Wait are those footsteps?
"You know, you can just have Tony buy you a mini fridge for your room." Quips Sam with an amused chuckle as you quickly snap your head over to the startling sound. "I think he could afford it."
Your eyes widen in surprise before narrowing in annoyance at his happily smirking face, Bucky and Vision right behind him to your great pissed-off-ness. "Fuck off I didn't mean to do....this." But of course it happens to me.
Eyeing you up with a face that practically says "I know but this is hilarious" Sam nods before sitting down on the bar's stool, Vision coming to your aid as he phases through the counter to take the fridge door out of your hands.
"Thanks Vis." You mutter with an appreciative nod.
Setting down the door onto the floor, Vision turns to greet you, "No problem Y/N, it appears you needed the help, I'll just um....go inform Tony of this....fridge." He says before turning to leave out the way he came. Guess he's not one for awkward situations.
Watching him go you suddenly glare down at the two whispering Avengers seated in front of you on the other side of the counter, "Thanks for helping assholes." You growl unenthusiastically, reaching into the fridge to pick up a water bottle.
"Oh doll, we would have helped you." Assures Bucky with a kind smile as you force yourself to keep a stoic face. "Vision seemed to handle it pretty well on his own."
"Yeah well now this fucking fridge is broken and I still feel sore." You complain with a sneer as Bucky and Sam share a chuckle.
"What?" Laughs Sam, "Don't tell me you both?....and after the mission too?" He implies with raised brows as you send him the most done-with-your-shit face you can muster.
Sensing your growing irritation, Bucky speaks up, "No, no....definitely not that..it was the mission."
"Oh shit you're right." Realizes Sam as you roll your eyes at him, let's just say that last mission was a rough ending one. Also you can't remember much after shifting into a hawk, seeing some bright lights and then...
"Yes." You grumble, "and I've come to the thrilling conclusion that I must have gotten hit by a car......so that's fun." You mutter with as much enthusiasm as a stick, causing both Bucky and Sam to begin laughing again. What the hell is so funny?
Listening to them lose it inevitably causes you to start chuckling which in turn causes your ribs to shoot with a hot flaring pain. Holding your injured side you use your other hand to pound against the marble table, "Stop laughing this shit hurts and neither of you dumbfucks are helping." You grumble half-heartedly.
"Alright." Says Bucky standing up, "Come on doll let's get outta here and get a heating pad on that tire mark under your shirt." He adds sarcastically with another laugh.
Letting out a quick snort you shake your head at his handsome face, "Okay smartass I'll let that one slide."
He smirks at your good humored reaction and admittedly adorable messy hair, "I'm thinking we get cozy, watch that weird pirate movie you like with the Sparrow guy, and then see where it takes us." Suggests Bucky with a lazy smile as he stretches his arm causing his shirt to rise up and reveal a bit of toned tummy.
Sam whines, "What? We have sparring at three this afternoon and you're gonna leave me hanging for Miss. Grouchy-pants over here?" Points out Sam to Bucky as you cross your hands over your chest while raising a brow.
"Yup." Quips Bucky with a shrug.
Sam blinks, "Unbelievable."
"I like Y/N more."
"You suck and I need a new sparring partner now."
"Just ask Steve or Nat." You suggest, not caring much for Sam's problems at the moment.
"No they're hard-core and mean."
"Spar with Clint then." Adds Bucky.
"No he cheap shots."
"And I got hit by a car last night we all got problems." You sass, gaining their distracted attentions once again. "Try and steal Bucky from me and I will make sure you remember what getting a wet towel slapped across your ass feels like."
"Very specific and greatly noted Y/N. He's all yours." Says Sam while raising his hands defensively, "By the way you look rather stunning today did I mention that yet?"
"Don't press your luck bird boy I'm not known to be very forgiving."
"Clearly." Jabs Sam under his breath while you take a swig of water, though you're increased hearing enables you to catch that loud and clear.
After twisting the cap back on you immediately chuck it at his head, conveniently nailing him right in the temple causing him to yelp in surprise. "Jesus!" He shouts before falling off of the stool and onto the wooden floor below.
"Nope just me." You deadpan with a satisfied smirk, walking over to Bucky while Sam gathers his bearings.
Bucky immediately throws an arm around you, making sure not to squeeze you too tight in the process. Leaning into his warm side, Sam throws you a half annoyed glare, showing how much he'd like to retaliate but also knowing he's outnumbered in more ways then one.
"As much as I'd like to see you two beat each other's ass right now." Suddenly announces Steve, "We have a mission report in five."
"What?" You sigh in annoyance, "Really? Right now? Can't this shit wait?"
Steve sends you an apologetic smile, understanding you're still in pain and thus very grouchy, "It'll be quick. The team just needs to go over some credentials about the mission yesterday. Then you can go about your day off."
Holding Bucky close, you pull him in a little closer, eyeing up Steve defensively, "Bucky too."
Steve gives you an unsure look, "Well uh..."
"That wasn't a question Rogers." You growl, causing Steve to take a cautious step back as Sam lets out a chuckle.
"Yeah Cap I wouldn't."
"Right." Nods Steve, "Yeah, you two are off the rest of the day after the meeting. Uh, see you guys then." Waves the man with a plan himself, smartly deciding not to linger for much longer or face another steely glare from you.
"Fine. Let's get this over with." You mutter, parting from Bucky to lead the way down the hall to the usual meeting room.
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After nudging Bucky to go on ahead to claim your unofficial official meeting chairs, you swung by your room to put on a sweatshirt and now are finally, though begrudgingly, making your merry way down the hall and into the expensive meeting room.
Hood up, you trudge into the brightly lit area, practically squinting as the sunshine hits you like a blinding wall through the obnoxiously giant glass windows. "Nice of you to join us Y/N. Get lost on your way here?" Quips Clint as the whole entirety of the Avenger's turn their heads to face you.
"No, I just didn't want to come." You deadpan with a humored glare, earning a couple snickers from your friends.
"Yeah that's fair." He shrugs.
Plopping yourself down in the facility's decently comfortable swivel chair, you slouch tiredly, leaning your body against the arm rest to keep your bruised side from bothering you more then it already does.
Bucky is already in the seat to your left, Sam opting to snatch the one across from you two, while Vision and Wanda have claimed the seats to Sam's right. Natasha and Steve sitting at the two chairs at the far end to your left, while Clint stands.
"So..." Begins Clint, the apparent leader of todays meeting, "Yesterday's mission in Quebec was a challenging one, I won't lie to you. We took a hit, some more then others." Nods Clint in your direction.
"You're fucking hilarious." You mutter, rolling your eyes in annoyance as Sam and Bucky hold in their laughter, while the others ignore the obvious implication, keeping it professional and in your good graces.
"Thank you Y/N I know. Anyways, I think our team training days have improved our performance and been worthwhile. Now, as usual, Steve and Nat...great leadership skills. Vision, Wanda, the whatever the shit you guys are able to do, amazing...keep it up." Clint glances back down at his notes while you yawn, "Sam and Bucky, nice recovery at the end, things where getting heated and you both really pulled through."
"Hell yeah." Smirks Sam as he leans over to fist bump Bucky from across the table.
Practically lowering yourself deeper into your seat, you mentally prepare yourself for whatever smartass comment you're about to get from Clint. He looks down at his notes then moves to pick up a thin metal remote that connects to the blank screen behind him.
"Uhh lets see here," He mumbles while clicking some buttons that inevitably turn the screen on, "Okay good it works." Swiveling around on his heal, Clint points the remote directly at you, "Y/N." He says with a mischievous grin.
"Clint." You point back in confusion, side eyeing Wanda nervously.
"Let's talk..." Stretching out his arm, he clicks the remote to reveal a PowerPoint, "about safety awareness."
Okay fuck you.
Chuckling tensely you shake your head, "I'd rather not."
"Which is precisely why we...meaning you all," Motions Clint to all of you with both his hands in two circles, "need to be educated on safety in the field." A second later he flicks the lights off with a swift click of the remote, Okay great.....slide number one, do you have a buddy?"
As Clint keeps droning on and on for the next five minutes you suddenly decide to scoot over to rest your chin against Bucky's right shoulder that's leaning against the table. He immediately smiles, turning his head away from an obliviously jabbering Clint, "Buck I'm going to commit a crime in the next two minutes if I don't get the fuck out of here." You whisper, squeezing his shoulder for emphasis.
Biting his lip to refrain from laughing, he reaches to take one of your hands with his, "And what crime will I have to admit in the police report?" He quietly muses.
"Murder."
Kissing the pack of your hand to help you try and relax for the moment, he smirks, "Y/N it's going to be difficult to break you out of jail."
"Not if I don't get caught." You quip smartly while resting your head against his shoulder, "I've been contemplating taking out Clint since 2012 but then Natasha always stops me."
"What's stopping you now?" Challenges Bucky with the tiniest snort of amusement.
"Natasha." You mutter, "Also I'm god-mother to one of his kids so I'm morally not allowed to kill him.....but I've never been more tempted then today."
"Shh." Whispers Bucky with an amused smile as you roll your eyes, wanting nothing more then to leave this boring meeting. Fine, but if it was just me and Clint I would pummel his ass into the wall without a second thought, you think to yourself.
A moment later Wanda lets out a random snort of laughter that causes the team to look over at her in confusion while Clint is in the middle of explaining why it's important to (make sure the enemy is knocked the fuck out before walking away). She quickly covers her mouth in embarrassment as Clint abruptly ends the PowerPoint, clicking back the lights on as he sighs in disappointment.
"Come on Wanda I was almost done." He whines, setting a hand on his hip as she bites her lip to keep a straight face. Parting from Bucky, you move to lean yourself against the table top and listen to Clink complain. She looks down then glances over at you while Clint fumbles to turn the screen off.
Oh, shit did she hear me say that?
"Sorry." Mutters Wanda as you quickly realize you're the reason she started to laugh, resulting in the abrupt ending of Clint's 30 minute presentation.
Giving her a quick wink, you quickly stand, causing your friends to look over at you, "Alright, good work team, we're the best huh," You add sarcastically before looking directly at Clint, "also Clint fantastic work at being the most interesting 87 year old, I'm thoroughly impressed you even know what a PowerPoint is. Kudos to you, I'm out."
Before anyone can stop you, you're already at the door, "Y/N you can't just leave we're only taking a break. And I already know how to use a PowerPoint."
"Yeah and you also know how to put someone to sleep even without an arrow." You sass while the others start to get up as well.
"What? Guys, come on." Complains Clint as Bucky almost trips shuffling quickly to the door.
"Babe I'm with you wait up."
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"So you really did get smacked by a truck. Who would've thought." Mumbles Bucky humorously as the two of you lay sprawled out on your shared bed, a heating pad on your side as Bucky's head lays on the corner of your right hip. His hands absentmindedly holding your right hand to his chest while your other one presses the heating pad to your ribs.
You lazily stare up at the ceiling while he studies your face, "I guess it makes sense since I can't remember anything after that. I didn't even see the damn hunk of moving metal coming either, so stupid."
"No." He assures softly, "We all fuck up and miss things sometimes. It happens to everyone."
Smiling you simply roll your eyes, "Bucky you're adorable but I, who was a hawk at the time....to be real here, got bitch slapped by a truck."
"I've been thrown off a car a couple times actually." He confirms with a shrug, "But yeah, you're way tougher then me." He finally chuckles.
"I'm tougher then everyone."
Bucky smiles proudly, "Fuck yeah you are."