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Posted on Monday, 18 March 2019

Momentum Awry(02)

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Female!Reader(Purely platonic), Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader(Mentioned), Number Five x Female!Reader(Purely platonic)

Warnings: Self-doubt, Cursing, A gun, More cursing, Klaus is in awe for the first time wow, Some slight saddening inner-monologue

A/N: Here we are. Let’s see if I can actually stick to finishing this. Also, if you’re gonna get offended that I’m having the Reader and Five become friends then you can just scatter because I don’t need your complaining on my blog. P.s. This one’s a bit shorter than I normally do, but I felt that it was perfect the way I ended this chapter. And this is also a little unedited. If you see any mistakes, let me know!

It wasn’t long after your departure that you felt a certain presence following behind you. As soon as the purple ring of your portal dissipated into thin air, he followed shortly behind, landing skillfully in step with you.

“Stop following me.”

His answer was immediate. “I can help you.”

You snarled over your shoulder, “I don’t need your help.”

“You do.” He replied steadily, childishly - he was definitely stubborn.

A scoff, “Right. Help - from what? A child?”

“I’m older than you,” he defended, coming in to walk beside you, arms crossed over his chest. From your peripherals, you could see the frown lines upon his forehead and just how much he took offense to your previous backhanded response.

Apparently, he wasn’t prepared for you to call him a child.

“Sure, Kid.” You huffed, rolling your eyes.

He was quick to fire back, “Time traveler, remember?”

Your feet came to an immediate cease, causing Five to bump into you from the change of pace. You turned to face him, eyes narrowed and accusatory. “Alright then,” you blew a strand of your hair out from your face, “How old are you?”

“Fifty-eight.”

And you believed him. Almost instantly. It wasn’t something you could just throw away - the truth behind his words; he sounded sincere enough. Then came that softness again; the way his eyes had became considerably more gentle, where the frown lines removed themselves from his face completely.

With your hand hovering near your hip, you swiftly reached for the gun in your holster and held it just above Five’s shoulder. Your eyes never wavered from his adolescent ones, and in a moment of bizarre perplexity, you blindly fixed your aim on your target. “Come out, Junkie.” You reprimanded casually, face as indomitable as a boulder.

A rustle within the bushes, bare feet on cold pavement. Evasiveness painted Klaus’ face the moment you called him out and amusement painted Five’s. Only yours had been nothing but stoicism because it was all you could muster in the moment. You were trained by the master of disguise himself - one James Buchanan Barnes. Although, he’d been the Winter Soldier when he trained you.

“Talk.” You challenged your uninvited guests, cocking your gun when they took too long to answer. Your eyes flickered from the oblique expression to the one that radiated smugness.

“Tell you what,” Five suggested, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his khaki shorts as if the gun pointed directly between his eyes was invisible. “If you can help us with stopping the end of the world, then I will personally get you back to yours.”

Your hand never swayed, “And how would you do that?”

“Like I said-” his chin dipped, smirk broadening, “Time traveler.”

You took a minute to squander over his offer, mind racing. On one hand, you were ready to jump in and give your obedience over in exchange to be by Bucky’s side once again. Just at the mere thought of him made your heart ache desperately and constrict against your chest. There was this part of you that desperate sought out his presence, so much to where you had to bite back a whine of distress. And if you thought about the utter abandonment it brought you, then you’d be on your knees by now, trying to choke back animalistic wails that threatened to claw up your throat.

It was funny how someone could mean so much to you.

Yet Bucky meant more than that. You had just gotten him back - and now you were alone.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” You whispered, features ripe with affliction. “I’m not as put together as it seems.”

Five’s eyes darted down to the dog-tags around your neck, but were back on your face faster than lightning. His brows furled and he took in a shaky breath, giving you a shrug. “We can handle ourselves. Well, I can. My brother is a few cards short of a full deck.”

You lowered your gun and locked eyes on said brother. He grinned deviously and wiggled his fingers at you while mouthing, ‘He’s not wrong.’ Nothing about them seemed off, and you had the aptness to sniff out future and unwanted emulations.

You slid your gun back into your thigh holster and sighed. “I hope you’re fully prepared for the inevitable, Kid.”

“I’m not a kid.” He huffed and rolled his eyes - which he seemed to do quite often.

You shot him a coy smile, “Yeah, well you look like one.”

A sliver of a grin punctures into the corners of his lips, the dimples visible in his cheeks. Unfortunately, it was gone before you could discover much of his softer side. “Whatever, let’s go.”

He was gone before you could blink, leaving you standing awkwardly beside Klaus. The poor sap stood practically naked with the expression of a wounded puppy dog - which now that you really looked at him, there were no vast differences between the two. Despite his rugged features, and underneath the makeup and evidence of drugs, he was the definition of vulnerable.

You were familiar with that feeling.

He whistled breezily, wringing his hands behind his back and swaying on his feet. “Can I ride with you?” He was trying really hard not to stare too long at you. You know the saying; stare too long and you’ll get burned? Yeah, he felt that.

You were one intimidating woman.

You rolled your shoulders, seemingly nonchalant with the idea. “Fuck it,” you opened a portal - the violet haze of your power crackled with celestial energy, flowed in a never-ending circle in front of you - and Klaus was perpetually hypnotized. “Now remember-” you called over your shoulder in the most overrated southern accent, “Keep all hands and feet inside the ride at all times!”

And with that you winked and jumped through.

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