Tale As Old As Time - Prologue

Tale as Old as Time - Prologue

A/N: This has been a long time in the making, but let's see where it goes. Drop your thoughts let me know if you wanna see more of this.

Synopsis: Two people both with a past. One locked in a tower, living only through pictures. The other determined to challenge.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader (eventually......slooooooooowwww burn)

There is a door in the tower. A door at the end of a hall that more times than not has the lights off. The door remains in the shadows and unopened. It is an unspoken rule that no one is allowed into the room. No one really knew what was behind the door. The few that did, did not speak of it remaining stoically silent about it. As time passes rumors and urban legends are created from it bringing more mystery. So what lies behind this door?

Bucky is new to the Tower, not so much the team, they had decided to move back from the compound. It would now be used as more of a training center for new recruits but they could go back when they wanted. This being his first time in the Tower he decided to wander, giving himself a complete layout of the place he would now call home. Steve and Natasha had told him all the floors that they resided on the rest was either Tony’s company or rented out space the lower you got in the Tower.

This was the last residential floor, for the life of him he couldn’t figure out who lived on the floor. As the elevator doors opened the floor was dark, the only light being from the window at the end of the hall. He turns down the hall heading west, he keeps his hand on the wall in case he reaches a light switch or door handle.

The first thing he finds is a supply closet, nothing much to look at just a common space. Every door after that is locked tight, not even a little jiggle from the door handle. Strange he continues on looking for any open door. Finally, he notices the door at the end, he had missed it quite a few times if he was honest. Grabbing the handle he finds it opens, he pauses the only door to open that was slightly suspicious. He was on alert now, sneaking through the door he entered. He is met with a glorious sight, the sun just starting to set glimmered through the sheer curtains framing the window. Upon the walls were hundreds of pictures, each one a different city or person. Some were photographs and other paintings. Each one is a part of a series, from sunrise to sunset. He took his time peering at each one. There was little furniture in the room. Just a couple plush chairs and a small table between them. On the table sat a book, it was a book of fairytales, stories that transcended time, the book worn with yellowed pages, but still in excellent condition.

Suddenly an adjacent door to where he was standing opened, you walked in not realizing there was someone in the room. You have a book tucked under your arm and a cup of tea in your hand. You were dressed in sweats and a baggy hoodie. Your eyes were hooded and looked exhausted, deep purple bags under them. Your hand is shaking slightly as well, a telling sign of how tired you were.

Bucky clears his throat, prompting you to drop your cup and clutch your chest with your book. Almost fending him off with the book. Your eyes shoot up to him. You take him in assessing his threat level to you, unfortunately, you got distracted by how divertingly handsome he was. His grey-blue eyes locked on yours, a toned lean body taunt with hesitation. You lower the book, and step back carefully.

“Wait.” He lifts his hand, halting your movement. “Who are you? Do you live here?”

You nod your head slowly, uncertain of where this is going. Almost as if he could sense it, he backs up hesitantly saying “it’s just no one said you were down here. It’s almost as if you don’t exist.”

Again you nod your head that’s the way it should be, you think. He turns to the room again, “Did you do all this?” Once more a nod. You head to the door you came from leaving him staring after you. “Wait, who are you?” But it was met by the door swinging shut and the snick of the lock.

He takes one more look and exits the room heading back toward the elevator. He had questions, questions that needed answers.

Masterlist

My attempt at a Masterlist not pretty but until I figure that part out here is what I got. ENJOY!!

SHORT STORIES

Worst Day Ever

Belated Birthday

My Girl

Why Just Why

What’s Mine is Yours

SERIES

I’ll Be Here Series 

Steve X Reader

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

Epilogue

Am I Enough Series 

Bucky X Reader

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

PT 4

PT 5

PT 6

PT 7

PT 8

PT 9

PT 10

PT 11

PT 12

PT 13

PT 14

PT 15

PT 16

PT17

PT 18

PT 19

PT 20

Epilogue

Start of Something New 

Bucky X Reader

Prologue

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

PT4

PT 5

PT 6 

PT 7

Mission Gone Wrong

PT 1

PT 2

PT 3

Start of Something New PT 7

Bucky X Reader

Warnings: usual self-depreciation, awesome friendness (that's totally a word) 

A/N: Hello All! Yes, I did actually complete 2 chapters this week hopefully I can keep this up! As always comments and even likes are appreciated. 

Everyone was finally seated at the table, drinks were served and food placed around to be passed, backups at the ready. Everyone was chatting until Tony stood up from his seat at the end opposite from Steve.

“Alright, people we may want to start with a prayer cause I heard one of our resident assassins cooked the meal.” He clapped his hands.

Sam chuckles and offered up, “It’s okay (Y/N) helped and I watched as we should be good.”

“Well, if I die it’s on you.” He sits down again.

With that dishes are pulled from the center and are passed around. There is a quiet chatter and praise from the smells. When the group begins to eat there is another round of praise. You are sitting next to Bucky and Wanda, for once you don’t feel a blush gracing your face. You had spent so much time talking with him you slipped back into the conversation from earlier.

Wanda nudges you gently, “Thank you for this fabulous meal it is perfect like usual.”

You nod but lean back to let Bucky into the conversation. “Well it wasn’t all me I had help and he did most of the work.”

He shakes his head denying that statement. “Hardly, I just followed your instructions. It was all you, do..” He cut himself realizing what he was about to say.

You cock your head trying to figure out what he was going to say. “Either way, thank you both for making the meal this evening it is delightful.” Bucky nods once again before going back to his food.

Steve strikes up a conversation with Bucky. “So did you learn anything from cooking with (Y/N)?”

Bucky nods, he had learned a lot especially little tricks that made things easier when cooking. He had found it mesmerizing the way you controlled the kitchen and the ingredients, seemingly making them bend to your will to create the perfect dish.

“I did learn some things, but mostly that I will never be as good a cook as (Y/N), she is a force to be reconned with. Especially with a knife, right training she could be better than most agents, with the knife control she possesses.” The group nods their heads and you see the wheels turning actually taking the statement seriously.

“Oh no, no whatever you people are thinking the answer is no.” You wave your hands to clear that idea away, shaking your head as well. “Nope, double nope.”

“Oh come on it’s not a bad idea,” Natasha says leaning to the side looking at you. “I mean you do live here what if something happened. You need to be able to protect yourself.”

“That’s what you people are for. That is one reason I moved here. I mean I don’t just keep you guy around for your looks. I mean you are here solely to protect me. Didn’t you get the memo.” You try to joke hopefully making them shift the conversation.

“Yeah well, what happens if we are all gone?” Sam says.

“That is why I have attack cats.” The group just looks at you, not sure if they should be laughing or not. “Yeah that’s right I have attack cats kind of like ninja cats. They will claw your eyes out.”

“I’m just going to ignore that though Skipper could probably just sit on someone and immobilize them,” Tony says actually thinking about it. “Regardless, this is a good idea, we should train you in self-defense.”

“Here let me say this again maybe a little slower though because it can be a hard word to understand. NNNNOOOOOOOO!” A scowl crosses your face that says that you are done talking about this. You turn to Bucky again to find a confused look on his face. “So would you like to do this again?”

It takes him a moment to respond before he nods his head. “If that is all I’ll let you digest my answer I’m going to call it an early night.” You get up and take your plate to the kitchen. With that, you head to your room.  

You felt stupid letting your emotions carry you like that. It wasn’t that it was a terrible idea it was more the things that came with that idea. With going to the gym came the questions and comments on how you could do so much better. ‘Why don’t you go on a diet?’ ‘You shouldn’t eat that it does nothing good for you.’ Not to mention the outfits you had to wear. It was either the skin-tight leggings that showed off every bump and roll or the sweatpants and baggy shirts that made you look even bigger. You were a have to lose weight before you go to the gym kind of person. Worse yet the thought of Bucky seeing you in said outfits; there were no-win scenarios for you.   

The next day at work went as expected, you were a little sluggish after last night. You weren’t quite sure how to handle the situation from last night. You were trapped in your own thoughts when Richard strolled up to your counter. He leaned over and paused not getting his usual greeting from you. He took his hand and waved it in front of you, attempting to get your attention. You finally blink and make eye contact with him.

“Hey, there you are sweet thing. Something bothering you?” The concern evident in his tone.

“No.. yeah,” you shake your head in an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, I’m just not sure how to handle it.” You let go of a giant sigh.

“What’s the issue? Maybe we can figure it out together.”

You take a deep breath. “So last night Bucky and I made dinner.” He quirks an eyebrow at you. “No not what you think he wanted to learn how to cook.” Richard’s eyebrow lifts higher before he sighs and shakes his head at you letting go of whatever he was about to say. “So we made dinner and we are all sitting down and Bucky comments that I have great knife skills. Well, apparently their minds all connect this to that I need to start taking self-defense classes because in a building full of agents there could be a moment where there is no one here.” You look at Richard and see the exact same look the others had, that oh-that’s-a-good-idea look. You throw up your hands. “No, not you too. I am not taking lessons. This is my issue now I’m reacting the same way I did last night and I know I’m overreacting but still, I do have a say on what I will and will not do.” He didn’t seem to be letting the idea go either. “Oh please don’t do this to me can’t one of you respect my wishes. I would hate to have to find another place to work.”

That seems to shake him into focus. He looks at you seeing a distressed woman that very well could leave just because of not wanting to go to the gym.  He looks around seeing that the cafeteria was mostly empty. Looking toward the grill guy signaling to watch your station. He drags you over to a table in the back. Sitting you down facing the wall so you wouldn’t get distracted.

“Alright, so tell me why you don’t want to go to take lessons.” He grabs your hand that is twisting in your other hand, halting all movement.

“Its everything I mean, I already work like 12 hours days, not that I hate it but still. Then I would have to find time to do that, then go through my days sore and tired. Plus I have to work out with the Avengers. I don’t think that some people are mere mortals and can’t keep up with them.” you know you're rambling but you can’t seem to stop. “Then I’d have to find things to wear, which I don’t own a lot of.”

Richard squeezes your hand making you stop and look at him. “Hey, I get it going back to working out especially after a long while can be rather difficult and so is finding the time.” He begins to rub your hand. “You do have a point I think they do forget that not all of us are as strong as them. What I am hearing from you though is that you have no real reason to not do this. So what I want to know is why you are so scared of doing this.”

“I told you…” You protest.

“No, what you did was give me trivial things that can be fixed easily.” He denies. You look around trying to find a way out. Maybe there was a line that you could help with. Richard snaps his fingers drawing you back to him. “Everything is good there, stop trying to avoid the situation. You complain, but I can’t help you until you tell me what is really going on?”

You shift your eyes around before finally giving in. “I just…. I’m the kind of person that needs to lose weight before they go to the gym. Mostly I’m scared of doing it. It’s the looks and the “advise” that everyone throws me. I mean you see me I’m not exactly small, add that to the gym and I look like a whale in spandex. Not a picture most want to see. I get comments while I’m wearing my uniform, I don’t even want to imagine while wearing gym clothes.” Looking down at the table, you are too embarrassed to make eye contact with him. It’s not that he would say anything mean or even try to hurt your feelings it’s more that you were so weak in this area. “I don’t expect you to fully understand but things are always different when you are big. There seems to be a double standard for people like me. I try to eat a cookie and watch a movie, and it’s ‘you should cut cookies out of your diet that will help with the weight’ but if a thin person does it it’s ‘man that cookie looks good, you deserve to relax and a treat’. I go to the gym and I get looks like maybe if you had tried harder before you wouldn’t have to be here looking like that. It’s hard to stay motivated when you’re a walking what-not-to-do poster. So I don’t try, not anymore.” The shame of admitting that out loud coursed through you. All you really wanted to do was run away and maybe go die in a corner for being so petty and self-centered.

Feeling fingers under your chin you allow them to move your head to meet Richard’s gaze. He had tears in his eyes, not at all what you were expecting. The hand that was previously rubbing yours was now holding it firmly, and you were gripping it back just as fiercely. He pulled you into him wrapping you up in his arms as you felt a few tears drop. You clung to him, taking all the strength that he offered.   

“It’s okay to feel this way. It doesn't make you any weaker. Emotion is a good thing.” He rubs your back hoping to sooth your cries. “You’re right I don’t understand how that feels, I have been blessed with this gorgeousness my whole life.” He preens a bit at this causing you to chuckle and pull away.

You wipe the few tears left on your cheeks. “Yes, I’m sure you were.”

“There she is, I’m so sorry that you were ever made to feel this way, you are perfect the way you are and don’t you ever change for anyone you got that. I do think though that the lessons are a good idea. As a just in case.”  You open your mouth to protest slightly. “How about just me and you, I can reserve a room so that no one else will come in. Until your comfortable in your ability and how you look.”

When he pauses you give him a look thinking it over. “Man you know just what to say to make me feel better. I’m mean it may be like a century and a half until I’m comfortable with how I look but, okay, we will try it your way, but not everyday alright?” He nods, standing up he goes for one more hug. “You’re too perfect. Why are all the good ones married?”

“Just my burden to bear. Someone has to do it.” He gives a dramatic sigh, to which you roll your eyes.

“Do think your wife would mind sharing you? You might be the only man for me.”

“We both know that’s not true. You seem to have a thing for a certain blue-eyed bad boy. I will check with the wife though who knows. I can’t just keep this perfection that is myself to just her, so greedy that one.” Both of you laugh at that before you turn back to the counter feeling lighter than you had in a while.

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Mission Gone Wrong PT 3

Warnings: none 

A/N: Hello all and so we continue the writing streak. I have managed to get back in the groove of things I hope you enjoy this next part. 

It soon became obvious that they weren’t getting turned back in the morning, nor in the couple days following. It was a little strange how quickly everyone fell into a schedule though. Every morning you stumbled out of bed to let them all out. Then you not being a morning person fell right back in bed to sleep longer joined by a couple of them. Next, when you were more awake you fed and watered them. Then you fed yourself, before changing for the gym.

You turn on a couple treadmills for them and let Steve and Bucky begin walking slowly turning it up as they requested. This was definitely going to be a story no one believed. The others were attempting to practice maneuvers and other things; it seemed like a waste of time though, not like they would be sent out on any missions.

You begin your own workout though not really putting much in it. You were one that likes to workout alone. There was a big difference between you and the rest of the group, yes you had powers but as for physical strength and endurance, you were no super soldier. Climbing onto an elliptical you begin at a slow steady pace, pulling out your phone you plug in and begin your music. It is almost like the music absorbs you carrying you away on its notes.

(3rd person POV)

The group hears a cracking from below, looking over the group sees vines curling around the machine (Y/N) was on. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing she hadn’t noticed. The vines begin to sprout blooms and wave to a melody they can not hear. From somewhere, butterflies emerged but that seemed to happen when (Y/N) was around.

It could be anything from bugs to birds even the occasional deer. They would randomly roam to get a closer look at the girl.  Once again the butterflies began to float around her as if trying to get her attention. Her eyes remained closed moving slightly faster.

A few birds followed beginning to twirl among the vines as they spread. “I kind of wish I knew what she was listening to,” Natasha whispers.

“Right, I’ve never seen her powers like this,” Steve replies, watching almost mesmerized by the sight. The feeling to join almost moving him from his seat.

(Your POV)

Finally, the song comes to an end and you open your eyes mostly to check that the others are okay.  You find that all their eyes are already on you. Glancing around you finally see what you have done while getting caught up in the song. A blush creeps up on your cheeks, embarrassed by the lack of control you seemed to have.

“Sorry I wasn’t paying attention, I won’t let it happen again I promise.” You were completely distressed. No one else seemed to lose control as you did. Of course, it just had to be in front of all them too.

Dismounting you head to the door, keeping your head down so that you didn’t have to see the look of disappointment on their faces. Doing this though you missed the look of wonderment and sadness on their faces.

The sharp blue eyes of the feline quickly locked onto your back, following silently like he could both now and in human form. You head to your room, picking up the pace he slips in just as the door begins to close. Collapsing on the bed you bury your head into the pillow tempted to stay that way for all eternity. A sudden weight is perched on your back, you move your head to see who your captor is but find that you can’t turn your head far enough.

A voice drifts down to you, “Why did you run?” It caused you to jump out of all the people you thought would follow you it wasn’t Bucky that instantly came to mind.

“I messed up.” You started to turn and he walked with you, settling on your stomach pulling his paws underneath him. “I lost control.” Flinging your arm over your eyes, going back over how much you had screwed up. Plus you hadn’t even cleaned it up, leaving it for them.

“You’ve done nothing wrong.” You peak out from under your arm making sure you had heard correctly. “As far as I can tell you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I did though, I ruined the gym letting the vines grow.” He shakes his head at you. He lifts a paw and places it over your mouth.

“From what I saw you merely got lost in the music and had the whole team entranced. I mean the way the plants and the butterflies seemed to move with whatever you were listening. It was beautiful and I hope someday I can see it again.” He starts to need his paws into your stomach, a soft purr emitting from his throat.

It takes you a moment to register that he is indeed purring and when you do you quirk an eyebrow. “Are you purring?”

It stops as soon as you say something, his eyes getting wide. “No.” He looks away but it soon starts again.

“Yes, you are.” You chuckle sending him bouncing on your chest.

“Ok, so I am but I’m not sure how I stop it.” He looks genuinely concerned over this fact.

“I don’t mind so much if you want to keep going?” You start to stroke his back. He leans in and his purrs get stronger.

“Fine, but just for you and please don’t tell Sam.” He settles himself once again.

You sit in silence each lost in your own thoughts, your hand still methodically petting Bucky. After what seems hours, but was only 45 minutes, you are closer to sleep now you had forgotten that you had just gotten back from a mission. With everything that had been going on, you hadn’t really had a chance to relax. Bucky was also going limp turning his body to lie lengthwise on you. Suddenly his head shoots up and he stares at you.

“I have a couple questions for you.”

Rolling your head to meet his gaze again, “Go for it.”

“You control animals right?” You nod in agreement “So we are animals right now.” You nod again not quite connecting the dots to his thinking. “Well, could you control us? If you wanted to?”

“You know I don’t know I mean you are animals but it might depend on the fact that you are humans regularly but stuck in animal bodies.” That was the best you could give him. “I feel like what I do is give them suggestions and commands not so much control them.”

“Want to find out?” He jumps off you. Perching on the side of the bed.

“I guess but how do you suggest we do that?” You sit up throwing your legs over the side of the bed.

“Well, why don’t you give me a command how you usually do? Something simple.” He twitched his tail in excitement.

“Ok.” You seem a little hesitant but you draw on your power anyway. You sent a command to jump onto the dresser nearby.

From your end, it seemed to work, it sent in a manner of speaking. For a second it didn’t seem like it worked, suddenly Bucky sunk down slightly coiling himself then launched himself onto the dresser. When he turned around both your eyes were as big as saucers, both with the same thought running through your minds. ‘HOLY CRAP!’

“I can’t believe that worked.” You exclaimed moving over to where Bucky was. You pick him up and tuck him into your arms. “We have to tell everybody.”

“Wait, wait. I have a better idea.” From the look on his face, it seemed to be an evil plan.

“What did you have in mind?” You decide to go with it. His face breaks into what can only be described as a Cheshire grin. He begins to tell you his plan.

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Mission Gone Wrong 5

Bucky X Reader 

Warnings: None

A/N: Sooo I have been gone a long long while mostly because Tumblr marked me as explicit and I could only read things. Also I just got a new computer so yeah I can write more. Not saying much will change in regards to updating but I will attempt to be better. 

This will be the last chapter.

Masterlist     Previous Part

Last Time: 

“They mean nothing to me. Nothing not if I can have you in my life.” He hummed while pressing down on your fingers for a harder feel.

“Excuse me if I don’t hold my breath.” You set him back on the floor as you reach your room. You step in wanting some privacy to shower from the small herd you have following you. “Oh and Pietro? You might want to run. I don’t think he appreciated being shoved to the floor.”

Pietro glanced over his shoulder to see Bucky crouched low to the ground, silently approaching him from behind. Pietro jumps startled and takes off down the hall Bucky close on his heels.

Man this was working out to be quite an interesting week. The one thing you can say though is you were learning new things about this team and in turn growing closer by the hour. 

A Week Later: 

To say that tensions are high is an understatement. The majority felt that Cho was taking too dang long to come up with a solution. She was being extra careful considering that she had to turn the world’s mightiest heroes back into humans, one wrong move and the world could lose them all in one fell swoop.

Currently you were all on the roof. Tony had convinced you that he needed a greenhouse up there and that you were the one for the job. What he didn’t tell you was that there wasn’t a physical building and he wanted you to redo what you did in the gym last week. 

“Um Tony, I’m not sure what you are expecting but…” You try to protest though it fell on deaf ears as Tony is quick to interrupt you. 

“Eh no, consider this a test slash creative time. Unleash that power that we all now know lays within. This is your space, your creation, do what feels best.” He flings his arm out indicating the expanse of the roof. 

“You’re not worried about what it looks like?” Still uncertain as to what he is asking for. 

“Nope, this is to be your space with the rest of us having access.” He practically is rubbing his hands together waiting for the “magic” to happen. 

You shoot a look around to the group, everyone looks just as eager to see what would happen next. Your eyes finally land on Bucky last, he is gazing at you almost at eye level as he was perched on a duct next to you. He seemed to read the fear in your eyes, he tilts his head gesturing to the side. Turning you walk away from the group. When you are a good distance away he stops and levels his gaze on you locking eyes instantly. 

“What has you so scared?” He whispers as if not wanting to scare you away. 

“I...I just… I just don’t want to mess anything up. I mean I could collapse the roof. I could make a plant that someone is allergic to. I... I can’t.” You attempt to shift your eyes away but they keep flickering back to his. 

“We both know that is a load of crap.” He leans himself closer to you and instinctually you bring your hand up to rub down his back, bringing you an instant sense of peace. “You have an amazing ability one that has gone unappreciated for far too long. This whole situation has been a pain to say the least but I think there is some good to come out of it. We finally got a chance to grow together to be a family more than just a team. We got a break from the chaos that ruled our world every day. But most importantly we got to know you and see you for who you truly are. You are amazing and your powers are an absolute gift. You’re one of the few that has a gift that doesn’t just bring pain and suffering meant to destroy. You create and bring things together, you make gorgeous things. You’ve shown me this all week and now you can show them.” 

You were sniffling trying to hold back all the emotions you were feeling. This week had been everything Bucky had said. Though for you the best part had been finding a friend in Bucky and maybe a little bit more. You had spent almost every hour together both waking and sleeping. This team had gone from busy all the time with an occasional team night to sleeping together, eating meals, and movie night every night. You finally felt like you belonged in the group, getting to know each member and their different likes and dislikes. It was an eye opening experience. 

Looking back toward the group you can still see the excitement on their faces but you can also see the awe of what your powers will bring. 

“Ok let's do this.” You turn to walk back but pause looking back at Bucky. “Oh and Bucky, thanks for all this. For the pep talk.”

He nods, “Any time doll.” 

Reaching the group you stretch, “Ok let's do this, but let me go grab my music.” 

Tony stops you though, “Already taken care of, I had FRIDAY filter it to the speakers up here. That and I want to hear what you’re listening to while working on it.”

“Oh thanks, a little invasive but ok.” You can’t help but chuckle, even as a lemur Tony still seemed to get his way. “FRIDAY play the Zen playlist.” 

The music begins to drift through the speakers. You let it flow over you. Capturing the bubbling feelings and moving with it. You stretch your hands out, directing the tree seeds to land in 4 spots to start growing to begin the support system. Then they begin to grow reaching up to the sky soaking in both the sun and your energy. They start to sprout and reach out toward each other forming the roof of the building. You then urge vines to twist around each of the trees to support and then creep out towards each other forming loose walls and an archway. Each vine then has numerous flowers bloom and cover the remaining spaces forming an intricate pattern of swirls. Moss appears on the floor making for a sponge surface to relax on. You leave free spaces for benches and other items. There is also a hole in the roof to encourage sunlight to stream in, more vines dange down to twist into what one can only see as an egg chair. 

Stepping back you invite the others to roam the space and see what they like. Also asking if they wanted anything changed or added. This of course was met with hurried nos and grunts from a couple as they were too busy exploring. Bucky, down with his initial sweep, comes to rest next to you.

“Well done.” He says simply, keeping his focus on the group. 

You plop a hand on his head, “Thanks, couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You sure could have but I’m always happy to help.” 

The group spends the next while chilling in the gazebo talking and enjoying the fresh air. Suddenly FRIDAY chirps out that Dr Cho would like to see everyone in the lab. It seemed they had made a breakthrough. Rather begrudgingly, considering this could be the chance they were waiting for. The group makes its way down. 

“Welcome, so straight to the point. I believe we have found a solution. I won’t get too technical considering most of you will have no idea what I’m saying. But we have a solution and if you step into this chamber we can give it a go.” Cho says smoothly not once looking up from her tablet. She gestures her hand toward a glass box that takes up a large amount of space in the room.  

“Um.. before we go jumping into boxes as thrilling as that sounds right now” Steve replies, “What are the odds of this working?” 

“95.9% with the other variable is that pretty much you are still an animal afterwards.” FRIDAY chimes in. 

“OK, Sam you get to go first then.” Bucky turns to him as if he was stating the complete obvious. 

“HAHAHA you're so funny, might want to quit your day job to do that instead.” He goes to shove Bucky to no avail as he jumps over him and settles on a table instead. 

“Well it doesn’t matter to me who goes first but I do suggest one at a time.” Cho states, opening the door to let the first person in. 

Vision steps up, “This is the safest option, I shall be the as you call it ‘guinea pig’ for this operation.”

You really aren’t sure what happens next but the chamber fills with smoke and there seems to be a loud popping. When the smoke cleared there stood Vision, as far as anyone could tell he was in perfect condition. 

“With a self analysis it appears I am back to normal. There is one fact that must be brought to light.” He looked down, following his eyes the group found a praying mantis sitting next to him. He gently scoops it up and proceeds out the nearest wall to the outside. 

“Whelp if that is the worst that can happen let's do this.” Tony marched into the chamber closing the door after him. 

This continued until each of the members were back in their own skin. The real side effect came when each appeared butt naked. Tony took it in stride, preening like a peacock before moving to a cabinet in the corner to find a spare set of clothes. Apparently nakedness was a common occurrence in the lab. You quickly set off to grab everyone else a set of clothes before things proceeded. 

Each was examining their counterpart animal. You on the other hand were just glad they were back in their human form. Though at the same time you felt your heart break. You had enjoyed this last week, spending time snuggling with the animals and getting to know who they were deeper than teammates. 

You finally settle next to Bucky where he gently stroked the cat that lay in a carrier. “So what's going to happen to all these animals?” You ask softly. 

“I’m not sure, I think Tony said something about finding homes for all of them. Donating them to different zoos and what not.” He shrugs not really sure. 

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.” You cast your eyes down. Feeling a sudden tightness in your chest from the thought of  having to say goodbye to these animals. Of course you understood there was no way you could keep or take care of all of them but… well it wasn’t your decision. 

You traveled to all the crates and petted the animals that you could, most seemed to recognize you or at least not deem you a threat, and allowed a gentle petting. Saving the cat for last you spent the longest, you would miss him the most. You leaned into the crate and kissed him on the head. You finally force yourself to head for the door. 

“Seeing as you are all human again I’m sure you would all like a human meal tonight. If there are no objections I thought I would make something for you all.” You pass your gaze over everyone to see how they felt. 

Steve chuckles, “I think it should be the other way around. You’ve taken such good care of us that we should treat you to dinner.” The rest nodded their heads vigorously. 

“How about this? I will make dinner tonight and you all can make dinner tomorrow?” You quirk an eyebrow daring anyone to object. 

“Fine but we clean up tonight.” You merely nod in acceptance. 

The evening seemed to be an extension of the last week, just with human them. It was amusing when everything seemed to wind down and you got up to go to bed and the group followed you to your room. They didn’t even seem to notice until you opened the door. They seemed to snap back to reality and coughed with a blush that creeped onto their cheeks. 

“So this is awkward.” Sam whistled. “I will say, I am going to miss the snuggling. Can that be an option? Like if I need to, can I join you?” There is a spark of anticipation in his eye, that when you looked over the group they held the same look though some were better at veiling it. 

“I mean… I guess it's not much of an issue for me.” You rub the back of your neck. 

A chorus of appreciative noises went through the group. They soon all wandered away to their own rooms to get ready for bed. It didn’t take you long till you as well were relaxing in your bed but with the feeling of emptiness. The bed seemed so large compared to last week. Shaking the feeling off you grabbed a book and nestled in some more. 

Not 10 pages in though you heard a knock on your door. You called whoever it was in. Wanda swung her head around the door frame and smiled at you. 

“Umm you did say whenever so I figured that meant whenever.” You chuckle and pat the bed next to you. She quickly hurried in and tucked herself next to you. It seemed as soon as she was comfy there was another knock. This time it was Pietro. 

“I was looking for Wanda.” He said shyly, which was odd for him. Seeing his sister though prompted him to get settled as well. Right next to her. 

Well, you thought, the empty feeling is gone now. 

Once more a noise emanated from the door. This time Sam snuck in entering with his back turned to you. When he swung around he froze seeing the other 2 intruders. 

“Dang, just jumping in on my idea.” He didn’t even bother waiting for a reply and scootched onto the empty side of you. 

“This is going to be a thing isn’t it? I’m never going to sleep alone in my own bed anymore?” You whisper not really looking for an answer. 

“Nope I don’t think so.” Sam said. 

You give up reading and hunker down in the bed, soon with the lights off you drift into a peaceful slumber.

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The following week is filled with intruders/guests in your room, pretty much anytime you were in there one of them was also. The only one that didn’t join you was Bucky he seemed to keep his distance. It wasn't until a few days after their human return that he found you up in your garden gazebo. 

You were laying on the moss staring up in the sky watching the clouds go by. Not saying anything he laid next to you, putting an arm under his head and one across his chest. You sat in silence for several moments until you felt the urge to speak. 

“It's only been a few days but I already miss our conversations.” You speak in a low voice so as not to break the comfortable stillness that has settled around you. 

“Yeah me too.”  Came his short reply. 

“Do you think we can make it a thing for us?” You lift your head up so you can see his reaction to the question. Startled you find him already looking right at you. 

“Yeah,” he sounds a little breathless, “Yeah this can be a thing. To be honest I was hoping that wouldn’t change between us.” 

“Then lets do it.” 

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Since the switch you had been visiting the animals everyday. Playing with Steve the dog, petting Bucky the cat, and feeding the rest. The arrangements had been made to have them shipped off to several locations so they could get the best care and life they could, some would even eventually be released into the wild. 

Despite the groups begging to at least keep one or two, the pleas had fallen on deaf ears. Tony would have none of it spouting cleaning and messes, and how it was his building so he got to make the rules. You were sad to see them go so when the day came for them to be shipped off you spent the whole morning hanging with them getting one last moment together. 

When the courier came you had tears falling down your face. Bucky appeared beside you and tucked your head under his chin until the last animal was loaded up. He then pulled you along onto the roof where you spent the remainder of the day. 

By the time you headed back down you were exhausted and just ready to curl up in bed to forget the whole day happened. When you opened the door though you found a dark chocolate brown cat sleeping on your bed. Having made itself at home right in the center. You whip around to Bucky a question on your tongue that never did get spoken. 

“I kinda sorta guilt tripped Tony into letting us keep him and the dog. Said it would be good for team morale and that if he didn’t, I would have to make his life a living hell for making you so sad.” 

“But he left and I saw him get carted off.” You couldn’t seem to wrap your head around the situation. 

“Nah he just went to get shots and chipped at the vet. Steve the dog as well.” 

You wrapped Bucky up in your arms, squeezing him tight while chanting thank you over and over. 

“So good surprise?” 

“The best surprise.” 

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