Wow, you're Tony Stark
Bucky looked at you sadly from across the room.
“(Y/N), its going to be alright” Bucky says in a soothing voice, his eyes focused on your face. But looking around the room which was blackened and charred from the flames that writhed and flowed over your hands and arms, it was hard to believe him.
“(Y/N), listen to me” You focus your teary eyes on his face as he slowly moves towards you. His face is open and sincere and full with emotion.
“I love you”
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I can feel the anxiety coiling inside me as I walked down the narrow alleyway, knowing that it was the worst thing that I could be doing this late at night, but it was the quickest way to get to my temporary home, which really was the 24 hour cafe. I shot a glance over my shoulder and jumped slightly when I saw two large men strolling behind me, leers on the faces as they looked straight at me, eyes lighting up in excitement, their faces dark in the shadows of the alley.
I hurriedly look forward again and increase my pace, hugging my thick jacket around myself even more as I spot the end of the alley.
“Yo beautiful, where are you going?” Another man steps out on front of me, blocking the alley exit. I freeze, attempting to stay calm as I try to slide past him.
“I’m just trying to get home, so if you’ll excuse me” My fades away as the man blocks me, a sinister smile appearing on his face as his two friends come up behind me.
“Oh no Doll, you should come home with us” The man emphasises the words ‘home’ and ‘us’ with exaggerated lip movements.
As the anxiety and horror coils inside me like a snake, I notice the wind increases in strength as it brushes through me loose hair and whirls around my jean-clad legs, but the three men don’t seem to notice as they walk closer to me, backing me into a wall and one pulls out a knife.
I press myself against the wall as the leader of the group, the one with the knife, comes closer to me, trailing the blade along my jaw.
“Doll, I promise you will enjoy this” he pauses, and one of his friends chimes in.
“And if you don’t enjoy it, then it sucks for you” I draw in a breath and they all laugh loudly at my reaction. The lead man starts to grope my breast but I shove his hand away.
“God just leave me alone!” I hiss, the wind tugging at the men, causing the leader to fall off balance and I take that opportunity to knee him in the groin.
He groans in pain and immediately doubles over, moving back behind his friend and wheezing for them to take me. I just fall into a fighting stance, dropping my bag behind me as one of the men crept forward, a surprised look on his face when I attacked him first, whirling into a kick that collides with his chest, my thick soled boots slamming into his sternum. It propels him back into the opposite wall, the back of his head slamming into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
“You bitch!” the last man snarls as he scoops up the knife and presses the knife to my neck as he pushes me against the wall. I quickly worm my hands in between our chests and go to push him away but a large thump grabs both our attention.
“Hey, watch your language!” a slightly mechanised voice reaches them, emanating from the large, red and gold suit of armour that you and the man instantly recognize as Iron Man. You gasp in surprise but the man with the knife snarls and goes to stab you.
With your shout and Iron Man’s mingling together, you shove the man with your hands and the wind pushes with you, sending the man into the air, debris whirling around him as he sails over Iron Man’s head, who ducks with a yell, his lit up eyes falling on me.
“Wow, sweetheart, are you okay?” the suit lumbers over to me as my back collides with the wall and I slide down the wall, my arms hugging my knees to my chest as I start to hyperventilate.
“Oh my God they were going to sexually assault me” I gasp, the wind flinging debris around the alley as you get more agitated, flinching when the colourful suit stands still and the front opens up and a handsome, middle aged man with kind eyes steps out, crouching down and reaches out a hand, placing it on my shoulder.
“Hey, it’s going to be alright, I’ve already called the police and you have obviously incapacitated these horrid men” the man smiles down at me, and his thumb rubs soothing circles into my shoulder, helping me calm down, the wind along with me.
“There we go, I’m Tony Stark, and you are?”
“I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)” I relax fully as Tony’s eyes twinkle, and I open my mouth to talk, then clamp it shut.
“Go on sweetheart, what did you want to say?” Tony smiles as I blush, looking away slightly.
“I – um - I just can’t believe I’ve met you, Tony Stark.” I pause.
“I don’t really watch TV or anything so I didn’t recognise you” I admit, and he chuckles as a mischievous glint appears in his eyes.
“Well, how would you feel about meeting the rest of the Avengers? I can see that you have some powers so I would ask you to come meet them immediately, but maybe I can drop you off at home first?” Tony’s voice trails off in confusion as you look away, a frown on your face.
I whisper something but he doesn’t hear me, so he asks for me to repeat.
“I don’t have a home. Not for a long time” A whimper forces its way out of my throat as Tony leans forward and embraces me in his arms, giving me a long hug. I sigh and lean into the touch, and as he pulls back he gently guides me to my feet, picking up my bag and handing it to me.
He quickly walks over to his suit and presses a button on its side, and it promptly closes up.
“JARVIS, please go back to Stark Tower and tell the others that we will be having a guest over indefinitely” he calls out to the suit, sending a wink over his shoulder to me.
“Yes, Mr Stark” a British voice speaks out, and the suit makes you jump when it suddenly flies up and heads in the direction that you presume is where the Stark Tower is.
I start to swing the bag back over my shoulder when one of the men groans and attempts to move, and I gasp, part at the anxiety of being attacked by those men again but mainly at the shock of the small flames of fire that had popped up on my palms.
Tony stays quiet as he stares at the flames with you, moving towards you when you close your hands into a fist, and when you open them the flames are gone.
“Come on sweetheart, would you rather walk or do you want me to call a car?”
“Walk” I say instantly, drawing closer to him when he wraps an arm around your shoulder, guiding you out of the alley, and he starts to make general conversation as he slips on a pair of dark tinted sunglasses and a baseball cap, ignoring everyone’s stares all around him and just focuses on me, gentle touches on the shoulder and arms conveying friendliness and fatherly affection.
In no time, you are standing in front of the Stark Tower, and you falter at the front door.
“(Y/N)?” Tony notices that you’ve stopped and turns around, looking me in the eyes with concern
“Did you really mean it when you said I could stay?” I whisper as I rub my arms, my face openly vulnerable as I fiddle with the hoodie under my jacket.
“Of course” Tony sounds almost shocked as he looks at me.
“(Y/N), you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish, and we can train you, both with and without powers. We don’t even have to tell anyone about it until you are more comfortable with us, more comfortable with your powers” He notices your sigh of relief and guides you forward with a gentle hand on the small of your back.
He goes straight to a private elevator and you see the walls glow as some sort of scan happens around. Evidently you pass as the elevator starts to move.
“Mr. Star –“
“Tony, call me Tony” He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back.
“Tony, can we not tell anyone about my powers” I ask in a soft voice, and his bright eyes soften.
“Of course” his eyes flit from my face to the elevator display, and his eyes light up again.
“Come on (Y/N), it’s time to meet the rest of the team” Tony says excitedly, but your face falls, and he notices.
“If you need time out, just flick me on the arm and I’ll get you out of there, alright” I nod, and he pats me on the back reassuringly.
Then the elevator doors ding open.