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Returning A Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 2
Sooooo, this is Chapter 2, I know that this one will not be very neccessary for the storyline, but I hope it will make it easier to understand things on the long run. So I hope you enjoy it and lets get to reading!
Of course youre very welcom to leave me a message if you want to help my better my writing skills or want me to continue this story
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Title of Chapter: The Maze and Underground
Word Count: 1,7k Words
Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch. 2
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You make your way down the dim lit corridor. Every sound is blocked out, only the electric sizzle of the lights above you and your footsteps on the cobblestone below you. About 50 feet in down the hallway is a stone wall. You stop right in front of it and look to your right.
The tube lights hanging from the top of the tunnel flicker when you press your fingertip to a little control panel beside you. The wall emits a dark rumble and there’s and electric tension hanging in the air, as the façade of the stonewall changes into a metal one. The control panel beeps, and you reach out for the door that appeared in the middle of the wall.
Behind it the ruin like look of the tunnel outside is completely thrown overboard. Dark Marble tiles are arranged on the walls, only the ceiling is dressed in a dark obsidian, occasional lamps are set into the stone. Hallways spread out from the corridor in front of you like tree branches, you remember that when you first went through them a few years ago, you got lost. The hallways are a labyrinth itself, trying to confuse and misdirect everyone who is setting a foot in it.
You take the 21st aisle on the right down the corridor and walk down to the passage. The aisles are crooked, sometimes they coil like swirls and your favourite part, there are doors that lead to hidden aisles. The doors that actually lead to rooms can be counted on six hands and one of these rooms is yours.
The door is unlocked, it’s not really necessary to lock them, you know that no one would actually dare to walk around the maze itself but even if it was so, there is nothing in your room that is worth locking in. Yet you lock the door behind you. The walls are empty and cold, just like the outside. The room is dark, the only light illuminating the room coming from the devices that are stacked in the corner of the room. You press the light switch on the wall beside you and look around the room.
Its not big, not at all. About 170 square feet, but its enough to fit a bed, a small desk and a closet. On the left side of the room there’s a small recess, separated through a curtain, behind it there’s a sink a toilette. Showering is only possible on the overground levels of the building. You take the hair tie out of your hair and let it fall onto your shoulder. You sigh. This has not been the best day of your life you must admit. After you had left the gala you had made your way back to the headquarters.
The headquarters are actually a company. A gigantic Corporation of businessmen and women sitting in a large penthouse building in New York. And deep beneath the ground, accessible through a hidden elevator lies the headquarters. Well, about 3 miles away. The elevator leads to a hidden tunnel, connected to an underground hall, almost as big as an airplane hangar, separated on three different floors, each one as big as the other.
The Maze itself is in the Corporation headquarters in New York, one level higher than the tunnel to the Hangar. The Maze is the level for the rooms of the hidden people working for the Company, including You. People who are responsible for the things that should be hidden from the eyes of other people and too important to be out of sight.
So, when you had come there after the gala you were already expected. You exited the expensive Limousine, one of the many company cars, this one especially reserved for driving you wherever you want to go. “Y/N, I see you are back early, I assume you didn’t have time to actually complete your mission and speak to governor Kollan?”, deprecating words welcomed you back. “Mr. Racher”, you greeted back and couldn’t helped it but in matter of your outfit you offered a little bow. “Why are you here so early, what happened to your mission?” You gathered the layers of your skirt and walked past him.
He followed you up the stone steps in front of the building, catching up and opening one of the glass doors. You two go straight through the lobby, ignoring the Receptionists. Though they shed a simple “Welcome back, Mr” and they focused their gaze back on their Screens.
The security guards didn’t even spare a look to your outfit, of course not, everyone had spoken off the gala already weeks before the actual event. The Company is renowned for their extravagant Events.
You and Mr. Racher walked down the hallways of the Building, occasionally turning left or right, you kept silent. It is better to keep such talk from getting into the wrong ears. Finally, you arrived at a conference room. Mr. Racher pushed the doors open and walked in, you caught the door before it swung back into your face and entered behind him. It’s the same room you had been in when they put you into the dress.
“So Ms. Y/N, I remember you to be responsible for keeping an eye out for Governor Kollan.”, he crossed his arms and leaned onto a table. Mr Racher is a greying man, possibly over 50 but you can’t really tell, he has always the same expression on his face. The same face since you first had met him. He’s wearing a suit, a velvety dark green suit, though he now pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
The door opened again, and three people walk in. Each one dressed in dark green clothes too, a simple pair of jeans and sweatshirts, matching masks cover their faces. They didn’t talk, but you recognized them from earlier in the day, they were the ones who stuck you into this dress. They silently circled around you and picked at your hair, jewellery and nig nags of your outfit, one of them settled themselves behind you and tugged at the cords of your corset. The third one picked at the seams on the side of you skirt, trying to get it off your body.
“I was indeed”, you said but took a moment to lift your arms over your head to make it easier, as the masked still pushed and pulled at your body. “But I was interrupted. The Avengers, they were there”. “Of course, they were, we invited them. Tony Stark is Leader of Stark enterprises, its only reasonable to send out invitations, even if we would rather see him off dead.”
You stepped out of the skirt that now pooled around your feet, just after that the petticoat underneath, leaving you only in your panties. “Not Stark, I know about him, he wasn’t there, he sent his little minion. I mean Captain America, he wanted to talk to me.” “Really? I didn’t see that coming, I’m sure the president would really like to hear about that. What did he want?”, although his words implied his interested, Mr Racher didn’t raise his voice, kept it monotone as always. You took a deep breath; they finally peeled the corset off your body. You didn’t mind standing half naked in the middle of the room, you’ve had to give up the privilege of intimacy years ago. “He wanted information about Hydra, I guess they’re still onto them.”
The Masked left the room, taken the dress and accessories with them. They left an outfit for you, simple, black. They never put you in the colours of the company. You pulled the tank top over your head and the simple yoga pants up. Slipping in the fleece jacket you tied your hair up in a ponytail, took a seat on the conference table and pulled on the socks and slippers they had also left. “As for the president, you don’t need to care about that Mr Racher.
I have a meeting with the president tomorrow morning, I will discuss the details of the evening with her personally. This is not your business anymore. I wish you a good night”, with that you swung yourself off the table and left the room. You took the next elevator to the basement level and swipe your card through the control panel. From there on you can only go deeper with a key card. On level 02 you stepped out and changed into the other elevator right next to it, down to the tunnel leading to the maze and off to your room.
Now you are sitting on your bed, the firm mattress beneath you. In your hand you hold a small mirror and with a wet wipe you try to wipe away the remains of the makeup you couldn’t get away in the bathroom. You had changed into a short pair of sweatpants and a simple bralette.
Surrender, you think and throw the wipe into the bucket on the other side of the room and place the mirror on the floor. You had killed the light and the room was dimly lit by the little lamp on your bedside table. Taken the cell phone off the table you check the new message you had received about two minutes ago. `Y/N, I expect you to deliver an in-depth report of the evening and your conversation with Mr Rogers. You will receive a new training schedule tomorrow morning and I expect you to prove a spotless attendance. – President Monroe.´
You throw the cell phone back on the beside table and take a glass out of the sideboard on the wall and pull the curtain to the side. You fill the glass with cold water. Well, there Is no warm water in the rooms. You open the medicine cabinet over the sink and take out the little box of pills. You take one, each morning, each night. You don’t exactly know what they are for, but you also don’t question the company anymore.
Back to your bed. You put out the light and pull your covers up to your chest. You let out a deep breath and close your eyes.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Groot (Marvel), References to other canon characters - Character, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: POV Bucky Barnes, First Kiss, Canon-Typical Violence, Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Don't copy to another site Summary:
From the end of Infinity War to fighting against Thanos and his army in Endgame and the aftermath of those battles, Bucky contemplates his life, relationships, and the importance of a good meal.