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"I honestly don't know what to do with her."
"There isn't much we can do."
"We can let her go."
Everyone stopped and looked at Peter. He had a sad smile on his face. He didn't understand. Tony put his hand on his shoulder. "Kid you know we can't." Peter's eyes filled up with tears. He was 17, she was the closest person to his age and they have always got along. "I don't understand. She's a genius. She is advanced in everything! Steve trained her once and now she can take him down like nothing! She can make it out there."
The room grew silent. Tony gave him a hug as Peter cried in his chest. Everyone listened to his sobs. Steve rubbed his head. "Its not like she's prisoner. She has powerful people after her. Insanely powerful. She is working, she has access to every floor, we are making the best out of this that we can."
Peter rubbed his eyes and looked at each person in the room. Even Sam had his trap shut. "She's been in this tower since the attack on Manhattan, since Loki found her. She has been in here for 5 years. If that isn't imprisonment I don't know what is." He walked out slamming the door behind him.
Bucky raised an eyebrow, "What did he do to her?" Buck has only been in the tower for 3 years or less. He is finally able to go on missions and participate. Almost as if he is at home. Then there was her. She had always been a loner. They used to sit in comfortable silence and catch up on movies together. He misses that side of her. He misses hearing her laugh, her ruthless behavior. It was as if she was someone else. He closed his eyes and pushed down the tight coil in his chest.
"She was Loki's favorite. When he was in the darkest part of his mind, he did God awful things to her. When we found you, we were on a mission that had information on her. We have no idea where she came from, her family, nothing. And as we progressed with the mission and on getting you to come with us to take down Hydra, we learned that now Hydra wants her. She was put on lock down by Fury and years later it hasn't been removed. Fury suspects Loki is after her again, even after Thor told him constantly Loki has changed." Nat looked stressed. If anything straight pissed. She was Fury's favorite spy. She thought so highly of him but yet he does this to a child. Nat was torn between her loyalty and her team.
Buck took everything in. A sense of possessiveness bubbling in his chest. He saw himself in her. So much of himself. He saw the loneliness, the longing, the pain. They shared the same therapist. They were on the same healing process. After each mission he would come home to her. He would tell her every little detail he could. He takes pictures of all the places they go for her. The sound of metal filled his ears, his hand clenched tightly around his chair, "So is Fury the only one over her?" His voice sounded tight, strained even.
The team sat silently, some gave him a slow nod. "Then he knows something about her we don't. Maybe even something she doesn't know.There has to be a reason." Tony sighed. "All of us have taken our hit at him. Nat even went through his office and personal files. We have tried our hardest to get her out of here and we haven't given up yet. A year ago..." His voice cracked. He basically raised this kid. He found her and brought her to his tower. He swore to always protect her. Tony bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair. "A year ago she tried to commit suicide. Peter found her, completely lost it, she swallowed so many pills. He dragged her into the bathtub, turned on the water and shoved his fingers down her throat. When I came looking for him, he was crying and soaking wet. But she was alive. Immediately after we sent her back to a different therapist and we have Wanda doing treatments on her." Tony took a moment to calm himself down. He wasn't going to lose it, he needed to be strong. "After that she became even more distant. I know she is on psychiatric medication but her therapist is on my ass cause we can't let her out of here. On top of that I know she started smoking pot. I don't know if its medicinal, but I can see it helps her." He was talking fast now, he was rambling. Tony felt his heart breaking and his eyes stinging. "That kid is like my daughter. And I've been treating her so badly. I don't know what's come over me, it hurts me to see her like this and I just...I don't know how to help her." He put his hands over his face. The hot tears stung his cold hands. Steve rubbed his back as Pepper held his hand. Bucky felt his heart ache. Completely lost for words as he watched Tony break down.
Buck rolled around in his king sized bed. A deep ache in his chest. Not only were his memories haunting him but so was hers. The bond they used to have. The thought of her attempting suicide. The image of Peter shoving his fingers down her throat. The image of her dead on the cold bathroom floored plastered in his mind. Cold metal pressed into his head, he felt so hot. As if he was dying in the desert. The moon hung high in the window, blue light filled his dark room. 'I have to help her. I can't watch her rot. I have to do something.' Buck picked himself up and walked around his room. His human hand rubbing the back of his neck. One memory after another coming to haunt him. He saw her body language. The way she tensed around blood, around violence. Or how she would clench her legs anytime she saw him. He used to tease her about it. Purposely wearing tight shirts and low jeans. He could tell she liked his hips. One time he "accidentally" broke the strings to hold his sweats up, she was drooling over the sight of him, he could have devoured her that day. That was the first time he got a smell of her, the first time he saw her face heat up, the way she ached for him. Buck shook his head, his cock rock hard and aching. With a deep sigh, he ran his hands down his pants.
At around 2 o clock in the morning, she came out. Higher than hell and freshly fucked all over again. She needed a snack. With achy legs she wobbled herself into the kitchen. Digging through the cupboard, taking this and that until she had a large pile of food. 'I can't gain weight might as well enjoy it.' She turned around to see Buck. Pins and needles ran down her back as she jumped in fear. A pair of sweatpants low on his hips and a tight t shirt. She placed her hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. "Jesus H. Christ Buck. I am putting bells on you." A grin spread over his gorgeous face, but she could see something was bothering him. "What is it Buck?"
He rubbed the back of his neck, the shirt tightening in all the right places. A pool of wetness came over her as she silently ogled. He knew this was a bad idea. Maybe it was cause he still horny, letting out a shaky breath he managed to say. "It's been awhile doll." She let out a sigh, bending over to get a can of soda. Her shorts hiking up and exposing herself to him. Buck's mouth practically dropped open, his cheeks heating up.
"Why must you strong people push these so far back?? Some of us are normal fuckin' small. Think about the little people!"
She scooted closer into the cupboard. Her ass on full display as well as her black dripping thong. Oh, she was dripping. Buck shifted from one foot to another, his cock rock hard all over again. Anxiety came over him. He knew he should walk away, "I don't know darlin'. C..Can I ask you somethin'?" She picked herself up, her large blue eyes looking up into his. Her plump lips and soft skin- "When was the last time you were fucked? By a man I mean." This was such a bad idea. She hummed in thought, "I lost my virginity when I was 15 to this piece of shit guy,. It was the saddest thing in all of my life. He had no idea what he was doing yet he slept with so many women. Even as a 17 year old he slept with eight other girls that month, I will never understand. But like, I wasn't horny and he just shoved it in there and had his fun. It was an awful experience. I didn't know who I was or what would happen to me. Then Loki happened and I'm here. I don't see very many people and even if I did they wouldn't fuck me the way I would want." Buck felt a wave of confidence rush over him. He knew how she liked it. He slowly walked up to her, running a finger along the end of her hoodie. She leaned her head back to peer up into him.
"Why don't I make your fantasies come true darlin?" She gave him a coy smile. "What makes you think I fantasize about you?" A large grin spread on his face. His flesh hand moving down her back in a soothing manner. Her chest pressed into his, he could feel her nipples harden. "Well darlin' I know you get off every single night. I can practically smell that pussy through the walls. It keeps me up at night as I hear the sounds you make. God the sound of you making yourself cum over and over again to me really drives me crazy." She gripped onto his shirt as he whispered into her ear. She was so soft, so sweet. Her lustful eyes looked up at his.He practically growled as she bit his jaw gently. Her hot breath causing goosebumps down his spin. "Come on then solider. What are you waiting for?"
"Be careful what you wish for baby girl."