A/n
Hi
so I have a backlog of requests all the way from March so I'll try and do as many as I can and as quick as I can.
This was requested by @valariamauro and I hope you enjoy!
Oh and by the way- I had a few requests for more Chris Beck and I wanna write for him but I can't think of a plot. If anyone has an idea please let me know!
-Hope
(Ps- you can make electricity - it's your mutation.)

(August 2016)
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"Move out of my way!" You were shoved aside harshly by a bulldozer with an arm that felt like steel. "Hey! Just say 'excuse me' asshole." You shout at the long haired man as he stormed off. You turned away from the stomping man and carried on your journey threw the Avengers base. "Left, right, right, right, straight, left." You remembered the receptionist saying. You knew that you were lost.

"Yo! Who are you?" A man pointed his finger at you dramatically. He took a bite of the Apple that was in his other hand and stared at you with his dark, beady eyes. "Mr Stark?" You tilted your head. He had changed a lot since you last saw him: his hair was greyer, his infamous goatee had been shaved and his face was now creased with stress lines. "Tis is!" He gestured to himself in an exaggerated motion. You sighed in relief, "thank god, I'm the new avenger." You explained while a puzzled look washed across his features. "I didn't know that we had a new avenger, what's your skill other than being sexy and gorgeous?" He winked. You didn't blush, instead you stood up straighter and allowed electricity to crackle in your hand.

"I'm well known for being superb at electrocuting sexist pricks who think it's okay to judge me on my appearance and the fact that I'm a woman, instead of my skills and knowledge." Your voice was casual while Tony's went up an octave. "Uh sure, my apologies Ms-"

"L/n," You finished for him, "Sergeant Y/n L/n." He smiles nervously before showing you to the Avenger's living quarters.

"By the way who was that?" You ask, looking down at Tony who was slightly shorter than you (mostly because you were wearing military boots). "Who was what?" Tony answered unhelpfully. You sighed. "Long brown hair, tall, his arm is as hard as metal?" You described. "Ah!" Tony shouts, "that's Mother Russia AKA Frosty the snowman AKA the Winter soldier AKA Bucky Barnes." You nodded. "Why'd you ask?"
"He's a rude prick." You answered. Tony hummed in agreement. "I'm supposing that he is an avenger as well." You hoped that the answer would be 'no'.

"Yup. He's one of the best."

*Time Skip*

"Barnes." You said coldly as you enter the gym to train. "L/n." He replied equally as frosty. You had been watching him (not stalking) and you had noticed that he was only a huge asshole with you. With the others he was either a small asshole or friendly.

You walked to the punching bag and quickly taped up your hands before you started to punch. The familiarity of the texture of the bag brung back happy memories of when you were training in the Army.

Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.

The pattern was steady and strong. You hadn't even noticed when Bucky walked over to you and inspected your technique with harsh criticism. "You're doing it wrong." He commented. The annoyance that the voice caused you spurred you on harder. You could feel you knuckles slowly splitting with the force of your punches. "I said you're doing it wrong!" He yelled. You stopped and spun around. "Piss off Frosty or your charming face can take the place of this bag." You hissed. He smirked. "Go on. Hit me." He chuckled.

You didn't hesitate to smash his nose with your right fist. Two loud cracks rung out, one being your fist and the other being his nose, that was pouring with blood.

"What the hell is your fist made of? Fucking adamantium?" He roared in pain. "I could ask the same thing about your nose. You better get that checked out or it'll make your face uglier than it already is." You countered, smirking through the agony. You turned around to unwrap your hands, and carefully wrapping your right hand in a make shift sling (made from your hoodie).

"I really hate you, L/n. You are so immature. You don't deserve to be an Avenger, just go home and stay in the kitchen." He bellowed as you left the gym. Fire soared through your veins and soft blue electricity crackled in your palm. "Right back at you Barnes." You seethed and thrust the Lightning towards him. It shot him right in the metal arm, causing him to be flung across the gym and into the climbing wall. He stared at you with a static mane and Crimson smeared across his face. You said one last thing to him as you glided out of the gymnasium and down to Dr Cho's lab.

"go make me a sandwich, bitch."

*Time Skip*

"I'm gonna call out what pairs you'll be in for the next mission, okay?" Agent Hill shouted into the meeting. Murmurs of okay filled the room. It made you feel like you were back at school, when everyone just hoped that they could be with their best friend.

"Stark and Rhodes." The iron men high fived.
"Rogers and Wilson." The two smiled while Bucky frowned.
"Maximoff and Vision." The awkward crushes blushed.
"Lang and himself." Scott smiled happily.
"Barton and Romanoff." The pair did that weird assassin look at each other.
"And finally: L/n and Barnes." You both looked in horror.

"Why can't I go?" Peter whined. "Parker, you are needed here to help me with surveillance and to monitor the group." Hill answered.

"Any other questions?" She dared the group. Bucky's hand shot up like a firework. "Why the hell am I with her? She's useless."
"Charmin'." You muttered under your breath.
"Because I said so and if you both just stopped acting like children then you'd work well together. Look, if you can't work together on this mission, I'll consider moving you next time. Okay?" She rolled her eyes. You nodded.

"Good now be here in three hours ready to go."

*Time Skip*

"It'll be simple, she said." You muttered as another wave of hydra soldiers fired their weird light beam guns at you. "It'll be a walk in the park, she said". A wall collapsed beside you to reveal more soldiers. You sprinted down the long, never ending corridor, firing bolts of light blue electricity into the hearts of the attackers. You stood at the doorway of an office, waiting for Bucky to grab the files. Wave after wave of the soldiers cascaded onto the floor.

"What's taking so goddamn long?" You called back, not taking your eyes of your opponents. Your call was met with dangerous silence. "Barnes, are you alright back there? Oi Barnes?" You glanced over your shoulder while frying more hydra agents, luckily it seemed as though there were no reinforcements on their way. You ran into the large chamber where your partner was supposed to be. You slammed the heavy door behind you and investigated.

You pulled your comm to your mouth and whispered into it, "guys I've lost sight of Barnes. It's like he's disappeared into thin air." You didn't hear any reply but the static swirl of white noise. The room must have had some signal jammer. "Shit." You muttered.

There was a door at end of the room which you realised must have been the way he went. The lights suddenly burst, showering you and the room with slivers of glass. You allowed the light from your hands to illuminate your way, finding comfort in its soft crackling sound. The door led into a narrow corridor and to an iron bolted door.

"Guys can you hear me?" You breathed into your comm, but still only white noise answered your call for help. The air hung heavy and the stench of blood and death clung to it. You silently heaved as the smell became stronger, your eyes watered.

The small fragment of light from the side of the heavy door told you that it was unlocked and you pressed your eye to the gap.

Inside Bucky stood rummaging around in piles of files. A sea of dead agents surrounded him, each with a unique pattern of blood around them. You swung the door and flinched as the loud bang ricocheted off the room's cement walls.

Bucky spun around and pointed a gun at you before lowering it slowly. "Jesus, Barnes! Thanks for leaving me back there!" You shouted. He didn't reply until he pulled a file out that he wanted and slid it into his coat.

"You were too busy frying people to notice and I couldn't be bothered to tell you." He sighed in annoyance. "Barnes, this is a serious mission, stop acting like such a child. My comm is down, I could of died! You could of died!" You pulled your hair in frustration. "Well we're fine!" He turned around so his back was to the door.

"Stop being so overbearing!" He yelled at you. You could feel the electricity buzzing through your veins and the pins-and-needles-like feeling that lightly burned your palms. You breathed deeply, trying to contain your power from frying the metal armed man.

Bucky was still going off on his rant and didn't notice the man approach him. However you did. "Bucky!" You hissed but he once again ignored you and continued to tell you how annoying and horrible you were to be around.

The man raised a gun from his side and you panicked. You shot your hand out and using a light voltage moved Bucky out of the bullets path. The crack of the volts and the bang of the gun being fired were simultaneous.

Bucky spun around and shot the agent in the head before looking at his own body, checking how wounded he was. A small zigzag shaped scar had appeared on his hand, where he was shocked.

"Uh Bucky?" You coughed. He looked up and his jaw dropped as your body did. The bullet had gone straight into your chest, a scarlet blossom bloomed on your right breast and soaked through your clothes. You groaned in pain and Bucky ran to you and held you.

"It seems that I have been wounded- fatally." You chuckled weakly. "Oh god L/n, we need to leave. Stay alive alright!" He rambled and gently picked you up in his arms. "Tyler Joseph told me that." You lazily smiled. "Who's that?" Bucky asked as he ran down the corridor. "A member of Twenty One Pilots. The best band ever." You hissed as a flare of agony shot through your body. Your eyes began to close.

Bucky saw this and tried to keep you awake. "Sing me a song L/n. Your favourite Twenty Two Pilots song." He shook you slightly as he stepped over the dead bodies. "One. Twenty one." You breathed and coughed. "Sing me a song L/n." He reminded.

"I know what you think in the mornin',
When the sun shines on the ground,
And shows what you have done,
It shows where your mind has gone.
And you swear to your parents,
That it will never happen again.
I know, I know what that mean, I know."

You stopped and held onto Bucky's chest. "Bucky where is Y/n, her comm is dead." Steve said into his comm. "She's badly hurt, I'm coming up now. I'll be two minutes." He seemed to be panicking when he saw your closed eyes. "Y/n, finish the song!" He yelled. You opened on eyes in anger that he disturbed your sleep.

"And you all have guns,
And you never put the safety on....."

*Time Skip*

"Is she okay?" Bucky asked Dr Cho for the millionth time that day. "Yes Mr Barnes, Y/n is going to be okay. Now go and get some rest." She walked away from him. He opened the door into the hospital like room where Y/n lay unconscious. The bullet had scraped her lung but there wasn't other any serious damage.

"Please wake up Y/n. Please wake up. Why did you save me? Why? I've been so horrible to you since we met, why save me? I'm such a goddamn idiot. I'm so sorry Y/n. I'm goddamn sorry." A few tears rolled from his raw eyes.

Sam and Steve looked in through the window. "Why is he suddenly caring? He's just been a dick to her for ages." Sam asked Steve, he was very confused. "There was a girl back in the 40s called Agatha L/n. She worked in the army and she was a friend of Peggy. Damn, Bucky loved that girl. So goddamn much." Steve said.

"But then we found out that she wasn't English- she was a German. And not a good one. She was a spy for hydra and later the KGB. She was the one that saw Bucky become the winter soldier. Not only did she break his heart but she broke his mind and probably every goddamn bone in his body. She looked just like Y/n. Y/n is Agatha's granddaughter."

"So he hates her because he sees Agatha?" Sam clarified.

"Yeah, but I've never seen someone so different from that monster."

*

"Heya Y/n. I've been listening to Twenty One Pilots, they're really good. Guns for hands makes me think of you.

"When you wake up, I'm going to take you to see them. To see Josh and Tyler and it'll be like a date. Not like, it'll be a date. And I'll get Tony to make them meet us. But doll, you gotta wake up now. Remember what Tyler said?"
Bucky stroked your hair with his flesh hand, the hand that was scarred from when you saved his life.

He continued, "He said, st-"

"Stay Alive". You whispered back.

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A/n
I hope that you liked it!
As you can guess, I'm TØP trash.

Stay Alive
-Hope