Giving & Needing Assistance

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You walk right past everyone, making a direct line to your room. Right now, you don't want to talk to or see anyone. You push your door open, and slam it shut behind you. Thank God the tower has strong doors, or you're pretty sure you would owe Tony a new one for your room, and a sliding glass door for the balcony.

Back outside, Thor is staring at a silent Loki, "I have seen your disputes in many forms, Loki, both here and on Asgard, of all levels. But do you truly despise Y/N so much?"

Loki clenches his jaw as he brings his eyes to Thor's, "I do not despi..."

"Because Y/N is good," Thor cuts Loki's sentence short and points a finger at him. "And they've properly put you in your place; multiple times now."

Thor turns to leave, but Loki sighs, "Thor...."

Thor shakes his head just as he nears the sliding door, "Loki, do yourself a favor, just..." When he turns back around, he stops.

Loki's lifted his sleeve, showing his arm still with a hint of blue.

Thor squints, stepping closer, "I do not under...have you shown Y/N your Jotun form?!"

Loki pulls his sleeve back down again, "I have not, but I..." he licks his top lip. "Find it rather difficult to keep it at bay around Y/N."

Thor folds his arms, "You both did look a bit...heated when I came outside. Maybe it is your arguing that caused the change?"

Loki has to hold-in a laugh, "Yes. Definitely the...arguing."

"Maybe stay away from Y/N and prevent any arguing for a bit," Thor walks to the door once again.

Loki follows and mumbles, "I do not think that will be a problem."

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You pass Loki maybe twice in the tower over the next week. You'd never admit it, even to yourself, but it bothers you. Everything about this...situation bothers you. Especially Loki.

"Y/N," FRIDAY's voice comes over the lab speaker while you work. "You're needed in the kitchen for medical."

The team had left yesterday on a quick mission, "Where's Bruce?" You knew the basics from what Bruce had taught you, but he was the expert.

"Mr. Banner is still on the Quinjet. The team will be off shortly, but you are available right now," even though FRIDAY is a computer, there's urgency in the reply.

You grab one of the first aid kits and head upstairs, "On my way. I take co-pays upfront."

Once you turn the corner after the last step from the lab, you see Barnes leaning on the counter, holding his arm, "Nope. Banner will be here in a few minutes." You turn around immediately.

"Wait!" Barnes calls out, stopping you in your tracks. "I...shit, please. You have every right to not help me, but...you don't have to look at me, just my arm."

You avert your eyes from looking directly at him, your grip tightening around the first aid kit. After a few seconds, your legs start walking to Barnes, and you place the kit on the counter, "I'm guessing you hurt the non-metal arm?"

"Smart mouth, aye doll?" Barnes rests his arm on the counter, on top of a towel.

You can hear the smirk on his face without even looking at him. You don't respond, just examine the gash from his elbow, down halfway to his wrist.

As you clean the wound, Barnes clears his throat, "I know you probably don't want to talk to me, but..."

"Good. Then keep quiet," you get an alcohol wipe from the box.

"Right," Barnes looks away and winces as you apply it to his arm.

"You know, for 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes', you all have the same reaction to that," you toss the wipe into the garbage next to the kitchen island.

"I thought you didn't want to talk," Barnes' comments as you take out a bandage.

Along with the bandage, you also pop the alcohol wipe box open again as if you're going to take another out to put on his wound. 

"Ok, ok! Sorry," Barnes holds up his other arm in surrender.

You hum, place it back in the kit, and secure the bandage around his arm.

Just as you're finishing, "Y/N." All joking is now gone from his voice, "I'm also sorry about..."

"You're all cleaned up. Banner will see you if you have any issues," you stand from the island, not allowing Barnes to finish.

"I know you don't want to hear it, but please, just let me..." his hand takes hold of your elbow.

As you turn around, you feel like you're falling, and when you're completely facing Barnes again, you see him strapped to a chair instead, with a mouth guard in.

Your hand now grips the forearm of his metal arm, and Barnes can't break free.

The team comes into the main room to the two of you now locked together.

You don't hear the team at all, but you continue to see short clips of Barnes in a room with men.

"Hydra," you say aloud as you hear the men speak to one another. 

"What's going on?!" Tony approaches you.

Barnes is still trying to release your arms, "I...just wanted to talk." Everyone else on the team gathers around as well, "When I touched Y/N's arm, they...went into this trance!"

Bruce and Tony go to either side of you, "Y/N?" Bruce puts a hand on your shoulder, "Let go of Bucky."

Now you faintly hear Bruce, but you're still stuck, "Winter Soldier." You find yourself repeating the words you can make out that the men are saying.

"Y/N! Come on," Tony lightly shakes your shoulder on the other side.

"Wanda?" Bruce looks over to her.

Wanda walks up next to him and puts her hand on your head, but then she gets zapped, "Ow!" It's not enough to cause any harm, but there's a strong needle sensation running through Wanda's hand.

Your grip tightens on Barnes' arm, and now you hear new words, "Longing. Rusted."

Steve and Barnes' eyes widen, "Pull. Y/N. Off. Now!" Barnes yells.

Thor is instantly behind you, pulling you back by your waist, finally breaking free from Barnes.