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[cerealbishh]

"But, you've obviously been useful. So... stop feeling bad for yourself! And pull up whatever granny panties you wear and fix it!"

[buckygirl-fanfiction]

Sparks Chapter 2

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other members of the avengers team.

Word Count 3.5K

Summary: Annual Stark Fourth of July Bash at the tower where y/n runs into Bucky. After finding out that Bucky is uncomfortable around firework sounds, not wanting him to be alone and miss the show y/n offers to keep him company. y/n is later attacked in the labs and Bucky and y/n fight together against the antagonist, because y/n isn’t just a damsel in distress. Thats right she’s got her own moves.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

July 3, 2015

Y/N’s POV

It’s a stressful day filled with reports. Which means a lot of paperwork. I sat at my desk skimming through the documents on the computer screen while I toyed with the cross on my necklace.

“Hello Dr. y/l/n,” I hear someone call my name and look up from the screen. It’s Barnes. “Arms working out great so far.”

“That’s great,” I say with a smile watching him walk past my desk towards Axelrod’s office. Physic evals probably. I look back down at my computer screen continuing my reading.

Bucky’s POV

I step off the elevator to the 82nd floor where the medical labs are located. I walk through a pair of glass doors and the first thing to catch my eye is y/n sitting at a desk fiddling around with her necklace. She looks focused. It’s been three weeks since our meeting when she reunited me with my left arm and I still linger over her words sometimes. Man not a Machine. Especially since the entirety of my three weeks have been spent mostly sitting through briefings about how I can be successfully integrated into the Avengers team as a field agent and how I may be best put to use. In those three weeks I’ve had twice weekly meetings with that asshat Axelrod who has been overseeing my ‘reintegration into society’. And every time I find myself back up here in the lab I find myself experiencing a sort of curiosity about y/n. I’ve seen her outside the labs usually hanging out with an asian woman who I later came to know as Dr. Cho. In all her interactions she seems kind which continues to raise my curiosity about her. Today she looks busy. Too busy to strike up conversation so I opt for a casual hello. I tell her how my arm is working great and her reply is short. So I continue my way to Axelrod’s office.

y/n’s POV

It’s finally evening and i’m finally done proof reading reports and proposals. I head over to the lockers to grab my bag and head home for some much needed R&R. Around the 40th floor the elevator i’m in stops and Natasha Romanoff walks in and with a smile she says, “You’re coming tomorrow night right?”. Tomorrow being independance day and Tony’s annual bash.

“Yeah wouldn’t miss it,” I reply “A chance to watch people I work with get drunk and make fools out of themselves. Who would give up such great blackmail material.”

“I’ve brought you over to the dark side,” Nat says with a wink. We spend the rest of the elevator ride down casually conversing about tomorrow’s details.

…

July 4, 2015

I wake up to something blaring. Still half asleep I think, not my alarm because I didn’t set one its my day off… Then what? My phone. I rub my eyes and reach for the phone on my nightstand and look at the screen. It’s Axelrod… great… I pick up and before I can even say hello he says, “y/n I have a couple shipments coming in today I need you to be there to sign for them and make sure they are undisturbed and left in my office.”

“Why can’t you just tell security or ask a intern? It’s saturday my day…” I begin when I’m cut off.

“Important medical equipment! I don’t want to leave it in the hands of incompetent fools” He says before hanging up the phone. Great…

I make it just in time to the tower to see a white truck and two workmen arguing with security. “Hey!” I walk up to the scene. “It’s alright Dr. Axelrod called today morning. This delivery is for his personal lab.”

“It still has to be cleared with security Ma’am” says a man dressed in a sharp black suit.

“Its fragile medical equipment i’m supposed to escort to his private lab upstairs. Call him and clear it with him if you need” I say to the security personnel who is clearly growing impatient with the whole situation. After a brief call. I escort the men upstairs along with a handful of large metal boxes and sign some paperwork and i’m back home two tedious hours later. Only to realize I accidentally forgot to leave the signed equipment files in Axelrod’s office. Whatever, i’ll drop it off tonight before the party I think and shove the papers into my bag.

…

What a couple hours can do to a building’s atmosphere always seems to amaze me. I arrive at the tower around 7pm to find it surrounded by sports cars, limos, and even a hot pink party bus. Everything is in full throw and even the usually uptight security personnel look much more relaxed. I walk through the glass doors and take the elevator up to the roof where most of the guests are situated. It’s almost sunset and everyone is waiting for the fireworks show to begin. The frivolity has clearly set in because Bahni from legal is doing body shots off a very shitless and very built field agent. I walk around till I find Cho whose happily situated near Steve and say hi. I take a seat next to her on a bar stool and sip on a Mai Tai. We are casually conversing when Barnes walks over says, “Almost didn’t recognize you out of your lab coat Dr. y/l/n”. He looks down at my casual bright red sundress.

“You clean up well Mr. Barnes,” I answer back to the man dressed in a black open color dress shirt and black pants.

“Call me Bucky,” He says.

“Well then you can call me y/n,” I say back with a polite smile. This is the first time I’ve actually talked to the man outside the lab. He seems more relaxed than usual.

“Nickname basis. Bucky here must like you” Steve quips in.

“Hey I like anyone who’s nice enough to set me up with equipment like this,” Bucky says raising his left arm.

“Seven!” Cho yells.

“No way,” I say back at her looking over Bucky’s shoulder at Sam who is waving a cocktail napkin at us with a smirk on his face.

“What?” Bucky asks turning around.

“They’re betting on who can get the most numbers tonight Sam or Clint,” Steve replies.

We spend the hour or so getting fractionally drunker, or at least I do, while laughing at the wild antics around us. When Tony announces its almost firework time I stumble around to the bathroom to splash some water in my face. Then, I realize I forgot to return the files to Axelrod’s office. Opting to do it now because, let’s be honest, later i’m most likely going to be too drunk to remember I grab my bag and walk towards the elevator. I see someone get in and run in after them just in time before the doors close. To my surprise it’s none other than Bucky himself. “Going home so soon?” I ask as I push the button to the labs floor 82.

“Yeah, well home is just a few floors down. Me and fireworks don’t really mix” he replies looking at the floor.

“No way! Everyone loves fireworks.” I say before I can stop myself. I suddenly realize my tipsy self completely overlooked the fact that he probably has PTSD and loud booming fireworks probably remind him of his hydra days. Crap I think to myself. I can’t believe I was so insensitive.

“Not a fan of loud noises. Anyways, how about you?” he asks still looking down at the floor as he pushes a couple strands of long hair behind his ear. “You can’t seriously be headed to the labs to do work right now”.

“I’m not. I have to drop off some paperwork. Then i’m headed back up.” I say as the elevator doors ding open to the 82nd floor. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that I was a little more than tipsy tonight. Whatever took a hold of me I don’t know. But a lightbulb went off and there was no turning it off now. “The labs!” I said suddenly causing Bucky to look up at me. I grabbed his metal hand and with a tug pulled him along with me into the dimly lit lab floors and through the glass doors. I look back at him and say, “do you trust me?” and he gives me a questioning look. Drunk me is talkative me. “Of course you don’t you barely know me. So let me explain,” I say still leading him by his hand.

Bucky’s POV

I feel her small hand around my wrist it’s surprisingly cold. She’s pulling me through the labs and even though I would rather be in my room right now with some headphones drowning out the noise of impending firework bombs. Curiosity gets the best of me and I let y/n drag me through the dimly lit lab corridors. She’s much more talkative outside the lab, maybe it’s because she’s had a few drinks in her. “So” she continues “These are the medical labs anddd” she drags the last syllable as she pulls me through a pair of glass doors into a dark room; the only light radiating from the hallway outside. She lets go of my wrist and I stand there watching her stumble around and pull open the curtains revealing the huge glass wall behind it with a magnificent view to the city beyond. Moonlight and city light fills the room we’re standing in. “this is one of the patient rooms. Completely soundproof and great view.” She pushes the patient bed from the middle of the room towards the window. “This way you get to see the fireworks without the annoying audio,” she says as she slips off her shoes and hops on the bed sitting cross legged. “Come on,” she says patting the space next to her. I walk over amazed and take a seat next to her. I can’t believe this girl, who I barely know, could be so thoughtful and considerate.

y/n’s POV

I sit next to the soldier in the dimly lit room my knee resting aside his thigh. I look out the great big window waiting for the sparks to fly. It’s still, and quiet, and for a second I wonder if i’d creeped him out by dragging him along with me. But i’m too tipsy to overthink it right now.

“Thanks y/n” he says, I notice him curiously looking at me from the corner of my eye.

Just then the first sparks of light fly into the air. “Look!” I point out the window. It’s quiet and still in the room. A long red streak flies out into the night sky and explodes into a ball of color. It’s followed by blue and white. The only noise I can hear is our collective calm breaths. We watch the explosions of color in silence.

After a couple minutes Bucky says, “You would really rather sit here with me watching fireworks in silence than up there having fun with everyone else?” Bucky asks giving me a quizzical look.

“Hey,” I swat him on the shoulder, “I’m having fun”. “Plus what kind of human being would I be to let you miss out on such a great show”.

“I’ve been around for quite a long time and I can tell you, you’re a pretty swell human being” Bucky replies with a laugh.

“Swell” I say, “I like that.”

“You like helping people,” he notes.

“Yep, that’s why i’m a doctor,” I reply “Whoa” I say pointing at the sky. A big ball of red fills the sky and explodes in a bright light.

Bucky’s POV

“What’s your favorite color?” y/n asks still staring outside the window.

“What?” I ask looking at her a little surprised.

“Favorite color. Mines red,” did she just ask my favorite color? Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve heard that one. She’s definitely drunk. Why else would she want to be alone in a room with a potentially unstable assassin watching fireworks and talking about favorite colors?

“Umm, purple,” I say still looking at the figure sitting next to me. Is she real? I can’t help but think. She’s twirling around the pendant on her necklace again. Must be a habit. I’m close enough to notice that it’s a cross pendant. “You’re religious?” I ask. She looks up at me and then down at the pendant between her fingers, “Oh, I guess. My mom gave it to me years ago”. We watch the rest of the show in silence and I hear a ping from her phone after the last spark goes out. She picks it up with delicate fingers and taps the screen. “Wanna go get something to eat?” She asks looking up at me. “Cho, Wanda, and me are supposed to go out to this sushi place”.

“I don’t want to intrude,” I answer looking back at her still a little taken aback at her open friendliness.

“No intrusion, plus I think Steve and Sam are tagging along now too,” she says in a chirpy voice.

“Yeah, then sure,” I say. This night’s definitely going very differently than i’d imagined. I didn’t expect to be this social. The only reason I even came to this thing was because Steve said it was good for me. But even he knew i’m more of the lone type now. Who knew drunk chipper y/n could drag me out of my she.

“They’re still upstairs. I have to drop off a couple files at my boss’s office. I’ll meet you up there”. She said uncrossing her legs and hopping off the bed.

y/n’s  POV

I head through the corridors leaving Bucky to walk back to the elevators. I walk towards the other end of the floor towards Axelrod’s office. I dig through my bag looking for the spare key to his office. Still a little tipsy I jab at the lock with the key and fumble for a couple minutes before I finally get the door unlocked. I swear I heard someone moving around for a second Then realize it’s pitch black no ones here. The alcohol is definitely getting the better of me. I flip on the desk light and pull the large folder out of my bag and accidentally drop it. “Crap,” I say and gather up the papers. “Photon beam laser T-23” I read off froom a paper on top of the pile I’m gathering from the floor. What? I think to myself that’s not right. Why do we need photon radiotherapy? Maybe the delivery guy gave us the wrong paperwork? That can’t be. CRAP! I must’ve signed for the wrong delivery. Axelrod’s going to kill me. I flip through the book and look up at the metal boxes around his office. This can’t be right. Radiotherapy machines don’t come packed this small. Ugh my brain isn’t working I’m beginning to regret the last five shots I had. I drop the packet on his desk and kneel next to the first metal box. I unhook the latch and click the box open. Inside I see three vials of serum labeled ‘veritas’ and a needle injector. I click the next box open and find a head piece. With screws attached to it. What the fuck? I think to myself. Then it clicks. I don’t know why it took this long. I’m a smart woman but clearly the vodka killed off a few brain cells. Veritas serum, invasive neural surgical head gear. Where have I seen this before. About 6 months ago when I was doing inventory on a hydra warehouse that had been cleared. Why is Axelrod sneaking hydra equipment into the tower? Now that’s a question that I wish had come to me a little sooner. Because if said question had occurred to me about 20 seconds earlier, then the answer would have also occurred to me about 20 seconds earlier. He’s a double agent. But the realization came about 20 seconds too late and I now realize someones standing behind me.

“Now why couldn’t you be like everyone else and just go enjoy the party upstairs?” I hear his voice behind me. A shiver runs down my back. Well clearly he’s going to kill me. I mean that’s what i’d do if someone discovered my secret plan. Especially if the person’s drunk and vulnerable, killing them wouldn’t be that hard. y/n act now my brain screams. I quickly spin around on my heel and strike a quick hard kick to his shin. Clearly this took him by surprise and I make sure to follow through and knock him clear on his ass. I take my opportunity and run to the office door. But before I can make it, I feel a tug at my leg and fall back. Crap. Before I know it he’s on top of me with two grubby hands wrapped around my neck. Sharp kick to his crotch. That brought me some freedom. I get back up this time and make it through the door. No one’s going to save you now y/n. You’re just going to have to save yourself. I run through the corridor with him on my tail. But no matter how fast I run it’s not fast enough. He grabs my shoulder and shoves me against the wall. In the struggle he grabs ahold of my necklace and tugs to the right ripping it from my neck. Now let me tell you tugging a necklace off someone’s neck isn’t always as graceful as you see in the movies. It’s not just one small pull and tadah the clasp unhooks painlessly and magically it’s off. In real life it hurts. Like a bitch.

“Fuck” I scream. The thin chain leaving a faint cut on the left side of my neck. Now, the truly disturbing part isn’t the cut on my neck but the next thing that happens. He takes a step back smiles and twists my silver cross in half. Bending it like it was nothing. Know when you need help. And whatever Axelrod was he sure wasn’t your typical human evil scientist. I grab the pin holding my hair up and take my chance and stab it in his eye. Follow through. Oh god that was so gross I hear a popping noise probably the fluid in his eyeball bursting. I make a run for it to the elevators. Maybe Bucky is still there. I know I haven’t slowed Axelrod down much because I hear his footsteps shortly behind me. I turn a sharp corner and slam into Bucky’s hard form. I grab his shoulders and stare wide eyed at a loss for words.

“y/n what happen I heard you scream,” he asks concern in his brows.

“Evil scientist,” were the only two words that came out of my mouth before I turned around again to face Axelrod with my jade hair pin sticking out of his eye. I quickly jumped out of the way just as his fist came in contact with Bucky’s metal hand. I stand there disoriented for a few seconds. Watching two super humans fighting each other. What the hell am I supposed to do. You can’t just expect me to sit around being the damsel in distress. I’m in a lab I realize I look around and see chemical storage across the corridor and make a beeline for it. I push open the door and head for hazardous storage. Knocking over god knows how many vials I finally find the one i’m looking for. Ethylene Fluorohydrin I grab the tube and open a draw looking for a injector. I shove the tube inside the compartment and run back. The scene still remains the same: Bucky throwing punches at the man with a pin sticking out of his eye. One shot I think to myself. I take my chance in the chaos grabbing the hair pin from his eye and pulling it out. Step one, distraction he grabs my hand I kick him in the shin causing him to keel. Bucky takes his opportunity snaking his arm around Axelrod’s throat. I take my shot and aim directly for his chest and inject him with the toxic chemical. It takes him a couple seconds to stop moving. And then he’s dead. My knees finally give out and I fall to the floor panting. Bucky does the same shoving Axelrod’s body off of his own.

“Evil scientist,” I begin to laugh. Maybe it’s the shock but I can’t seem to stop laughing.

Bucky looks at me curiously and says, “nice moves. You’re a good fighter.”

“I know,” I reply standing up still laughing out of breath. I reach for Bucky’s arm and try to pull him up. “Ahh” I let out. Grabbing my side. I look down at my hands in the dimly lit hallway. My hands that are now covered in red. When did I get stabbed? I think, looking down at the blood. I don’t remember getting stabbed. My hair pin. My lovely red sundress covers up the blood nicely the stain is barely noticeable. Huh. One hell of a day. Fighting superhuman evil scientist. Then suddenly everything feels very far away and I lose control of my body.

“y/n!” I hear Bucky’s voice right before I pass out.