Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Y/n POV
I sat on my bed and stared at the wall intently. “Hey,” Tony walked in and sat next to me on the bed. “Hey,” I muttered back, not taking my eyes off the wall. “What are you thinking?” He asked, rubbing my back. “I’m not sure, just a mess of thoughts in my head. Most of them say I should sign it, but some are against that idea. I prefer not to have the government know everything about me,” I buried my face in my hands. “What do you have to hide?” He asked me, turning me to face him. “You’ll hate me,” I whispered, my heart clenching in fear of him knowing. “Please, tell me, I could never hate you,” Tony whispered, holding both my hands in his. “My father, was not a good person. He worked... for H-HYDRA. He killed my mother in front of me when I was 14. Then experimented on me at 15, but I worked against him and escaped,” I explained, hanging my head. I felt Tony tense up slightly, but he lifted my chin so I was looking into his eyes. “I’m glad you escaped,” he whispered then closed the gap between our lips.
When I pulled away, he smiled and held me close. “I learned more about my powers,” I said, showing off my mood rings. “They help me control my powers.” “You’re learning so much,” he said, examining my rings. “I can also do... this,” I said, making my wings appear. They were a bright pink, love. “Wow, do they change colors based on your emotions?” He asked, tracing them with his hand. “Yeah, they’ve never been pink, but I can assume it’s love...” I whispered, he smiled. “Please sign, I’ll make sure you’re safe, always,” Tony pleaded. “Give me just a little time,” I murmured, he nodded and held me closer. “Steve won’t sign, Sam won’t, Wanda probably won’t, Tony... we’re falling apart.” “It’ll all turn out okay, I promise,” he told me. “But if it isn’t?” I asked, looking at him with big eyes. “Then we will be okay,” he promised. I nodded, snuggling into him.
I realized I’d fallen asleep and Tony was still sleeping. I carefully got out of bed without waking him, and went into the kitchen. I grabbed some breakfast and turned on the news. “After the bombing and King T’Chaka’s death, it’s safe to assume that the suspect is James Buchanan Barnes,” the reporter said. I dropped my food and ran to the living room. I pulled my secret stash of mission supplies in a backpack from under the couch. I went back to my room and saw Tony, sound asleep. I wrote a note:
Hey Tony, sorry I left so suddenly, problems with the Accords, I need to check on everyone. I love you, I’ll see you soon, don’t get into too much trouble. -Y/n <3
I arrived in the UN and went to find someone. I saw Natasha and T’challa sitting on a bench. I ran over, “Natasha! Your majesty,” I bowed awkwardly. “Y/n?” Nat asked, looking confused. “I saw the news, I’m sorry, your majesty. But it couldn’t have been Bucky,” I reasoned. I knew Bucky from Steve’s description and I’d seen him on the streets, we met and he told me not to alert Steve, just in case. “It was him, you don’t see it, but it was. You don’t know the half of it,” T’challa spat. I glared slightly, “fine. Nat, I’ll wait.” I walked far enough away from them that I was out of earshot. Natasha walked over when T’challa left. “Why did you come?” “I came to see you, and Steve. T’Challa is wrong though, it wasn’t Bucky,” I said, trying to read her. “How could you know?” She asked, her gaze becoming harder. “I met him, after the whole project insight and that,” I explained. “You didn’t tell anyone? Not even Steve?” “He told me not to, he didn’t want more trouble than he had already,” I reasoned. “Makes sense, but where is he now?” She asked, folding her arms. Then she got a call from Steve.