Freaky Friday (Sam x Reader)
Your eyes blinked to adjust to the light streaming into the room. “JARVIS, close blinds.” You mumbled before standing up with a groan. Every part of your body ached from the battle last night. Where do these crazy sorcerers keep crawling out of the woodwork from? It was difficult to maneuver in the darkness, but you figured Sam deserved the rest.
Your body felt almost sluggish. It was heavier than normal. At least that giant gash on your arm from yesterday wasn’t hurting anymore.
You strolled into the common room and heated some water to make some oatmeal. Steve was already there, sitting with Bucky and shoveling eggs into his mouth. Natasha had her usual bowl of fruit on the counter.
“Hey man, there are leftover eggs if you want them.” Steve gestured to the plate in front of him.
‘Man?’ When did Steve start calling you that? You shook your head. You didn’t really like straight up eggs. They just had this...smell.
“Your loss. Why are you even up this early? I thought you always slept in till noon if you didn’t have anywhere else to be.”
“I don’t sleep in all the time. You’re just exaggerating.” Wow, your voice sounded deeper. Usually your morning voice wasn’t this bad.
Bucky shrugged and clapped you on the back. “Sure you don’t. Getting up early. Eating oatmeal instead of eggs. Is your girlfriend worried about your health or something?”
Why was he being this friendly toward you? Not to say that he wasn’t a friendly person, but you hadn’t spent too much time together. Also, ‘girlfriend?’ Maybe he was more tired than you. You opened your mouth to say something when there was a loud noise from the doorway.
“Damn it, why couldn’t I reach that?” A voice called out. Everyone looked over at the voice with varying degrees of amusement on their face. Natasha was about to make a crack about someone not getting enough sleep when you made eye contact with the person and screamed.
That was you. You were screaming back at yourself who was also screaming. What the hell? Is this a dream?
The other three had hopped to their feet and assumed fighting stances. They frantically searched the area for threats. Steve grabbed your shoulder “What’s wrong?”
Okay, you could feel that. This wasn’t a dream. You heard your voice, from across the room, stammer out “That’s me.” Your body was pointing right at you. You pointed right back “And that’s me.” In seconds, you both rushed to the mirror.
You had swapped bodies with your boyfriend. No question about it, you hated those fucking sorcerers. Who, why, and how does someone even make a weapon that can do this?
Now that everyone had settled down, and Clint and Tony had come to see the commotion, you, in Sam’s body, explained what happened.
“So you’re actually Sam?” Steve looked curiously at your body. Each individual was looking between the two of you.
“We need to find Bruce” you stated to the gaping crowd. “I want to figure this out.”
“Brucie’s actually in his lab right now. I’m coming with you guys.” Tony walked up next to you with a look of pure curiosity in his eyes.
You watched yourself come out of the scanning machine. “So?”
“It looks like the only affected particles are currently moving through your digestive tracts. It’s going slower than food or drink would usually travel, but I think it will still be out in less than twelve hours. You should try to drink a lot of water to wash it out faster.”
Tony slumped his shoulders. “Are you disappointed?”
“I don’t know. I thought it would be more exciting. It’s just weird food poisoning.” He left in search of a coffee refill.
Bruce sighed in resignation. He was used to Tony’s personality by now. He went back to whatever chemical equation he had been working on before.
“Thank you Bruce!” You called out before grabbing your boyfriend’s arm and walking out. “So...” you trailed off.
“Got something you want to say?”
“Since I’m. Since we’re going to be like this for twelve hours, I have an idea of something interesting to keep us entertained.”
“What is it? It can’t be too strenuous for me. You’ve got a pretty nasty arm injury. Did you get this checked out by medical?”
“I did. And the activity I was thinking of was more for me anyway.”
Sam made a sassy face that you couldn’t help but laugh at.
“That doesn’t work when it’s my own face, but I’ll tell you. I’m going to try out your wings.”
“Shouldn’t that be a question?”
“May I pretty please use your wings? I promise not to fly to high up and I’ll follow all of your instructions.”
“Nope.”
Sam sat down and poured in the field. He didn’t know how he’d been convinced to let you do this. He was certain without your puppy dog eyes, he would be able to withstand it. Apparently in any body, he was weak to your requests. It wasn’t all bad though. You seemed to be having a lot of fun.
“Wow!” You shot past the side of the building. “This is such a rush. Maybe I can ask Tony to make me something like this for my normal body?”
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t do it.” Sam responded through the comm.
“Do a flip!” Nat yelled after him. The rest of the team cheered and you performed. Sam never messed around with his powers off the battlefield. They were enjoying your show.
It was invigorating to see the ground move beneath you. To see the people grow smaller as you shot toward the sky. The air was so fresh up here. When you reached a high point, forty feet was the maximum Sam set, you started to slowly go back down. “I feel weird.”
“What?! What’s wrong? Talk to me?” Sam worriedly questioned through your earpiece. “Ugh, I think I feel it too.”
You felt your eyes roll back into your head and the next thing you know, you were on the couch. Your arm hurt a bit. Your butt hurt a lot. “Finally up? You took quite a spill.” Tony teased. “Fortunately, I am a genius so I was able to catch you in the Ironman suit and manage to avoid damaging Sam’s pack. You are definitely not getting one.”
You looked down and saw your own body. “I think I shouldn’t be judged on that. Those were strange circumstances. I’m probably a great pilot. Where’s Sam?”
Tony scoffed, but he pointed at your bedroom. You rushed in and sure enough, Sam was lying in bed. You sat by his side until he was waking up.
“How’re you feeling? We switched back.”
“How am I feeling?! How’re YOU feeling? The last thing I saw was you falling from the sky and then I blacked out. I knew I shouldn’t have let you fly. Bruce’s numbers were only an estimate.” He hugged you tight.
“I’m fine. Tony saved me. Sorry for scaring you.” He relaxed.
“If it helps, Tony says he’s never going to give me anything to fly.”
“It really does.”