#as soon as I finish this fucking lab I’m going and dissociating at my friends apt

[hellomissmabel]

Exotic part 2

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Pairing: Bucky x siren!reader, Steve x siren!reader and Tony x siren!reader

Warnings: Talk of rape and mentions of a suicide attempt

Word count: 3k

Summary: When you get to Wakanda, things take an interesting turn.

A/N: CLEANING UP MY GENERAL TAG LIST. IF YOU ARE ON THIS LIST AND WANT TO STAY ON THIS LIST, SEND ME AN ASK. IF YOU WANT ON THIS LIST ALSO SEND ME AN ASK. You can still get tagged in Exotic too but I accept asks only.

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Link to the dresses (skip this part if you wanna read the fic straightaway)

Reader’s dress:

Raegan’s dress:

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The fic continues here...

The king is waiting for us at the Heli carrier platform,  dressed in a smart, tailored black suit. His dark brown eyes follow your every move as soon as you exit the plane with Steve hot on your heels. You haven’t spoken a word to one another every since he confronted you about Bucky.

Approaching T’Challa with a steady gait, you stop right in front of the king with a tight-lipped smile and an extended hand. Aware that this gesture might be considered bold and too forward for a guest of the king of Wakanda, but honestly you couldn’t care less. All you cared about now was Bucky.

“Miss Y/L/N,” the king addresses you in a polite tone, his eyes just as sharp as the blade you carry underneath your tactical gear.

He shakes your hand firmly before turning his attention to the blond standing next to you. “Captain Rogers.”

Steve nods and shakes his hand as well, his broad shoulders towering of you as he rest his palm on the small of your back. “Follow after me, please,” T’Challa bids courteously as he shows you towards the main living room. There are three glasses of water and four glasses of champagne waiting for you on a table and you raise an eyebrow at the fourth glass of champagne.

Following your eyes, the king smirks a little at your puzzled expression but doesn’t address the matter. He prefers to leave you pondering for a little longer. “I hope you had a pleasant flight.”

Inwardly, you roll your eyes at his attempt at small talk, accepting a glass of water from Steve as he finishes his own. The king takes the third glass of water and raises it slightly. “To my friends, Captain Rogers and Agent Y/L/N.”

“Doesn’t champagne fit much better with a toast?,” you question T’Challa as he sips from his glass of water.

“You are absolutely right. My apologies, but I thought you must be very thirsty from your travels,” is his simple reply.

Steve feels the mood has shifted and the tension is almost palpable. “So,” he decided to break the uncomfortable silence, “T’Challa, would you be so kind as to inform us on the progress regarding Bucky’s awakening?”

“Of course,” he king nods as he puts down his glass and a gorgeous dark-skinned woman enters the room, carrying herself in the same regal manner as T’Challa. “Meet Nakia, my trustee. She is also a member of the Dora Milaje.”

The name rings a bell and you recall the all-female special forces of Wakanda that also serve as bodyguards to the king. It does not surprise you that Nakia is a part of them as the air radiating off her is a true symbol of strength.

Nakia hands T’Challa a folder that contains all the relevant information on Bucky and his recovery. Turning it over to Steve, he scans the pages and agrees to go ahead with the plan. You feel a little hurt that you’re being left out but keep you head held high, even when Nakia gives you a condescending look.

As if sensing you are displeased with the current events, T’Challa excuses Nakia and passes on a glass of champagne to both you and Steve before taking one for himself. “Let’s keep the business for later. Let us now focus on pleasure first. I am hosting an intimate dinner this evening and I would like to invite you, Captain Rogers, and you, Agent Y/L/N for these humble festivities. Once Sergeant Barnes awakens, he will no longer be chained to the trigger words Hydra enslaved him with.”

The blonde shoot T’Challa a gratuitous smile, pleased to hear the lies T’Challa is feeding him, although not on purpose. Both men are ignorant of the true extent of which Bucky was turned into the Winter Soldier, and you’re here to make sure that they don’t fuck up and forever send Bucky spiralling down the black hole Hydra kicked him in.

Someone coughs at the other end of the room, and a white-haired woman appears at T’Challa’s side. Instantly you recognise her frail frame and delicate eyes. But much unlike before, she is wearing a subtle, soft pink lip stain and winger eyeliner, a loose fitting blue dress with a choker and moderately high heels in the same colour as her dress. She looks nourished and well taken care off.

At first, she only acknowledges you, casting her eyes downwards when Steve takes a step forward to introduce himself to her. But instead she takes a step away from him and closer to me, smiling timidly as she recognises me too.

“Raegan,” I whisper her name very softly, “Raegan, meet Steve Rogers. He’s Bucky’s best friend.”

The woman fails to look at Steve when she shakes his hand but once she does, his breath gets caught in his throat. Never would you have pegged Steve for the kind of guy to fall for a woman like Raegan. But then again, Steve’s got a major saviour complex and Raegan seems like the type that needs saving, even if it is from an organisation that is no more.

“Steve Rogers, ma’am,” he mumbles a little clumsily and it prompts a smile from Raegan’s lips.

“Nice to me you, Steve,” she says all too sweetly, pursing her lips in a tender smile as she gazes over at you from the corner of her eye.

T’Challa hands her the fourth glass of champagne and she thanks him kindly, her voice having grown a little stronger now she’s managed to charm Steve. Seducing Steve isn’t part of the agreement and you’ll have to give her a stern talking-to when you finally get her alone.

“Miss Raegan here has been so kind as to help us identify the inner workings of Hydra.”

“I’m sure she did,” you coo just as amiably as Raegan spoke to Steve earlier.

Your change in tenor rings an alarm bell in the king’s mind and he gently puts down his glass of champagne, intending to show you your rooms instead and offering you his arm to take. With a cautious smile, you accept the king’s arm.

Steve is engaged in a light conversation with Raegan as you she guides him towards his room as well, following a couple metres behind you and T’Challa. When they’re out of earshot, the king leans in and voices his suspicions. “I didn’t not expect you to get along smoothly with miss Raegan. I didn’t however not expect there to be some king of competition between the two of you.”

Facing the king, you grant him with an innocent grin. “It’s not a competition. It’s just a lack of trust.”

“We are here,” you can hear Raegan tell Steve, glancing over your shoulder at how she holds open the door for him to enter and then closes it behind her again, her gaze locking with yours as she smirks with a wink.

Turning back to T’Challa, he also stops when you have arrived at your room only a few doors removed from Steve’s. “Follow me,” you mumble under your breath as you enter the room and motion for the king to do so as well.

You pay no mind to the lovely yet modest interior of the room, warm colours like forest green and brown clay blending effortlessly with the jungle at the other end of the window. Immediately jumping head-first into the attack, you lean against the mahogany desk with your arms crossed over your chest. “Is Raegan your guest or your prisoner?”

“Neither,” T’Challa answers while sitting down on one of the chairs on the other end of the room. Somewhat surprised by his reply, your face does not fall instead your stern no-nonsense expression stays put like a mask. “Raegan will be incarcerated a few weeks from now.”

“What are the charges against her?”

“How much do you know about her extraction?,” T’Challa diverts your question with another one.

“Nothing. Steve never said anything about it and Tony keeps his files under lock and key.”

Humming in understanding, the king links his fingers and leans his elbows on the armrests before speaking in a steady, noble tone befitted of a king. “Before Steve brought Bucky to Wakanda, Bucky gave us the names of the last locations of Hydra, including army bases and test labs such as the one they kept you and Raegan. I sent my best soldier, Nakia, along with other SHIELD operatives. They found Raegan in a pool of her own blood. She had sliced her wrists.”

Swallowing thickly, you can feel your blood rush in your ears and your heart pump in your shaking fingertips, trembling with the memories of your own suicide attempts. “We nursed her back to health yet despite our best efforts, she was showing some very concerning behaviour, extending to her personality.”

With a sigh, the man locks eyes with you, piercing eyes burning straight to your soul. At a moment like this, you’re afraid he will see your soul for what it truly is, pitch-black. “I’m talking about dissociative personality disorder, Y/N.”

You’ve read enough books at the compound to know what it means, your bones popping as you stretch your muscles as if preparing for battle. A psychological battle nonetheless. “Raegan continues to be a point of concern here at the palace. She has her freedom but she also has her limitations. She will always be escorted wherever she goes. She will never be left unattended, as are my orders.”

“Good,” you say with a strained voice, “Is there anything else I should know about?”

Pursing his lips in thought, T’Challa oversees the possibilities in his mind, weighing the pros and cons of your presence here in Wakanda and the information warranted for the safety of his people and that of his friends. “Yes,” he concludes after a heartbeat of silence. “You might find it difficult to… connect with Bucky once he wakes up.”

Knitting your eyebrows together in confusion, you tilt your head to the side as you gaze intently at the king. “How so?”

“You were the siren that kept him under control,” T’Challa continues as his eyes wander to the clock, noting that it is almost time to join the others for dinner. “He projected all his carnal needs on you to a point where you weren’t just an object of his desires but an actual subject. He grew fond of you. The Soldat grew fond of you and that is why he saved you. But the Soldat is not Bucky, and Bucky does not know you. Bucky knows Raegan, or rather, he knows the other girl inside of Raegan.”

The vase next to on the desk collapses into a million shards on the floor, your hand having flown to push it aside in a fit of rage. T’Challa is caught of guard by your unexpected outburst, the anger clearly visible in your troubled eyes. “How is this possible?!,” you exclaim in a fit of rage, rolling in thick waves off you.

Standing up from his seat and walking towards you as he keeps a calm composure, T’Challa rests a hand on your shoulder, his comforting presence halting your erratic actions. “Raegan, or should I say, Aria, will be attending dinner as well. I advise you to take a long, hot shower to collect your thoughts and reflect on your feelings. The girl you used to know is no longer. The man you used to know is no longer. But you are still the same woman, and so it is up to you to decide how to handle the situation.”

Squeezing your shoulder once, he exits the room and leaves a heaviness hovering over your head like the sword of Damocles. Nevertheless, you do as the king suggested and take a shower and inspect the closet for an appropriate attire for such a formal event. There you find a showstopper of a dress with a kind note attached to the clothes’ hanger in elegant handwriting.

“Compliments of your ally, the king.” It reads ally and not friend, leading to assume that a common enemy has made you allies after all.

Steve softly knocks your door, intending to escort you to dinner and stealing a moment of your time to talk things through. He feels he should at least apologise for being so rude to you yet he is fully aware that you’re not one to dwell on the past. When you first started the process of rehabilitation, Steve was the shoulder you’d lean on when the memories would haunt you at night and the cuts and bruises would bleed again.

But along the way he found you were distancing yourself more and more from him. In the beginning he blamed Tony’s advances for the subtle change in proximity even though you still recoiled from every touch no matter if it was Steve or Tony that was reaching out to you. No, there must be something else that drove you away from him.

All Steve ever meant for you was friendship, to make you stronger and make sure you could defend yourself should something bad happen to you once more. But you were just fine with being left to your own devices, seeking the solace of science with Bruce rather than sparring with the super soldier. Little did Steve know that you were pushing him away for his own good, just like you plan to pull him away from Raegan’s clutches for his own protection.

“Wow,” the blond exhales sharply upon seeing you in your gown. He cleaned up nicely as well, with a black bowtie and his hair combed back neatly. “You’re stunning, Y/N.”

As you retrace your steps back to the main room where everyone is already waiting for T’Challa’s honoured guests, Steve seizes the opportunity to hug you close and tuck you against his chest. “I didn’t mean to offend you, Y/N.”

With the other guests in  your line of sight, you attempt to smile as warmly as possible while the ice courses through your veins, making it hard for you to stay genuine. “You didn’t offend me, Steve. You simply forgot I am an agent as much as I am your friend.”

When you reach the others, you notice Nakia is there as well in a beautifully satin blue dress with a flowery print. Next to her is Raegan in a silver top and a glittery black skirt that graciously cascades down her long legs. You feel a pang of jealousy when Steve’s grip on your waist loosens momentarily as his eyes fall on her.

“Dinner will be served shortly,” the king announces royally, the doors to the dining room opening promptly. The seats are assigned and you are seated right next to the king on your left and Steve on your right, across from Nakia and a woman you haven’t seen before. T’Challa introduces her as his mother, Ramonda.

“My son tells me you have a remarkable singing voice.” The queen addresses you with this statement before you have the opportunity to formally introduce yourself. “Would you like to sing a little for me?”

If conversation hasn’t run dry already, it sure has come to a stop now. Your throat suddenly feels sore, as if you’ve just devoured an entire plate of rusted nails. “I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed, your highness. I cannot sing, not anymore. A few years ago I was operated on my vocal chords and I haven’t sung since.”

If she is even the slightest bit disappointed by your answer, the queen does not show it to you, instead choosing to resume her conversation with Nakia. But she is soon interrupted by her son who clears his throat, the room immediately falling silent again. “Yet you sang to Captain Rogers on his birthday, did you not, miss Y/N?”

“Indeed she did,” Steve jumps to your defence, “And I can confirm she has the voice of an angel. Unfortunately she was hoarse for weeks afterwards.”

Glancing over at Steve, you throw him a grateful look and it seems the matter has been put to bed, until Raegan’s saccharine voice fills your ears. “Regardless,” she pipes up with a most sincere smile, “It would be rude not to sing for the queen if she has requested you to, would it not?”

All eyes are on you, Raegan’s challenging remark leaving you with no other option but to sing. “You are quite right, Raegan,” you chuckle softly while telling T’challa and Steve it’s okay. “This is a song I believe you will know as well. It’s called ‘the hanging tree’.”

You inhale deeply, starting off with a quivering voice as you recall the first verse. Yet by the time you are singing the third verse, it is with a calm and confidence, mesmerizing to the ears of everyone present.

“Are you, are you Coming to the tree They strung up a man They say who murdered three Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where dead man called out For his love to flee Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where I told you to run So we'd both be free Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Wear a necklace of hope Side by side with me Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree”

It isn’t long before you’ve uttered those last sentence before Raegan lunges herself over the table and her hands wrap around your throat. It takes both Steve, T’Challa, Nakia and a couple guards to tear her away from you. But the woman that attacked you isn’t Raegan, your song having triggered the siren inside of her.

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