Glances That Don't Intersect…

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It was just past mid day when Maria Callasantos reached Avengers Headquarters, the feral pulling up in her 1967 Mustang Shelby, turning to give the former warehouse a solemn glare. The New Avengers Facility was the base of operations for the current Avengers. Once owned by none other that Howard Stark, it now served as sort of home base that had been created after the defeat of Ultron. Now it was mainly used for science research, military training, holding prisoners, weapon development, and training of the new incarnation of the Avengers and their recruits. This was the first Feral had even been there… and strangely, Maria knew that things were NOT going to end well for he there. Why? Well, maybe because she had spent the night with it’s owner, Howard’s son, Tony fuckin’ Stark. And now she had to go and tell that to Steve and Natasha, two people who would probably not like her news regarding the SHRA.

“You ready?” asked a voice next to her, Maria turning to glance at the mutant seated next to her, her friend and fellow former Morlock, Mouse. A cyberpath, he had come with Maria in order to basically help back her up… and possibly help her escape. God knows how Nat and Steve were going to take the news that she literally slept with the enemy.

Maria made a face, lip curling, exposing her fangs. “Ugh. Let’s get it over with.” She muttered, switching off the motor and slipping out of the car, Mouse following suit, Maria slipping on her jacket against the cold. It was winter. Christmas was almost there. Not one for the holidays, Maria inhaled sharply against the chill, the two mutants making their way to the front door. After getting past the front desk, mainly thanks to the cybernetic magic that was Mouse’s abilities, the two made their way towards the elevators, Maria glanced at Mouse, who was glancing around, his eyes hidden behind his black sunglasses. Good thing too. Most didn’t handle his robotic orbs well. “Look, why don’t you go to the labs?” Maria asked. “You know you want to. I’ll check downstairs. Nat and Steve might not even be here.”

Mouse gave Maria a hard look. “You sure?”

Maria smiled and nodded. “Yea, I’m sure. If the worst happens and they attack me, I’ll handle it. And if I can’t handle it, you’ll know.” She replied, referring to the biosensor he had injected into her earlier that year. With it Mouse was able to keep track of her physically. Should her stats drop or indicate that she was going feral, he would know what to do. He might not be much of a fighter... but he was a cyberpath, and cyberpaths had a knack for changing the game.

Mouse sighed but nodded. “Fine. Call me.” he grumbled. And just like that the cyberpath disappeared down the hall, heading for the lab that he knew Stark had set up. Maria watched her friend disappear down the hall before making her way to the elevator, Maria clicking on the button that she knew would take her downstairs to the basement, which contained the dormitories, holding cells, kitchenette, and various offices. If Steve and Nat were here, that’s were Maria assumed they’d be.

Once downstairs, Maria made her way through the compound, hands in her pockets, feeling like a kid headed to the principles office. Did she really want to do this today? Apparently so. Sighing to herself, maria walked past the kitchenette, Maria pausing at the fridge, the feral grabbing one of Clint’s stashed beers, the feral using her claw to pop the cap, before turning towards the offices and the holding cells, the feral pausing when her sensitive ears picked up the sound of music coming from the holdings cells, Maria arching a brow, curious. Was that Ella Fitzgerald? Thinking that maybe Steve was hanging out and listening to music, Maria forced a friendly smile on her face, and walked into the holding cell area, the feral following the music to one cell, Maria surprised to find one with it’s doors open, Maria stepping in, fully expecting to see Captain America there, being, well, old fashioned.

“Hey there Cap, what gives with the music? I know your old, but…” Maria started jokingly, taking a sip from her beer, and looking up, her words dying on her lips when she looked up at the cell’s occupant, NOT finding Steve Rogers… but someone else entirely. The Winter Soldier, seated there, holding what looked like an iPod. What the hell?! Maria gaped at the metal armed man, like a kid who walked in on Santa, her eyes wide, the beer slipping from her fingers and crashing to the floor. But Maria didn’t let her shock last. One second she was standing there gaping. The next second Maria was aiming her Sarsilmaz Kilinc 2000 at his head, and stumbling back, her heart in her throat. “What the hell? Winter Soldier?! What the hell are you doing here?!” But Maria didn’t wait for an answer… Instead she stumbled back, snarling, the sound rippling from her throat, the feral flashing fangs, her cat-like amber eyes jerking to the back, the feral spotting the door controls… and promptly started to backpedal, intent on locking him inside the cell, her heart pounding.

The Winter Soldier had infiltrated the Avengers base… and was listening to Ella Fitzgerald?! What the hell?!

WORDS: 875 // TAG: JAMES 'BUCKY' BARNES // OUTFIT: Feral is wearing THIS. // NOTES: PM if I need to edit anything!

[JAMES 'BUCKY' BARNES]

Steven and Sif have left him to have their date, though Bucky doubted that it would end lucky for them, for that Steve was way too gallant. Granted, perhaps they weren't in a relationship for long but recalling their chat, Steve did not even get the slightest hint from Sif, so the man had still to learn a thing or two about woman. What wasn't Steve's fault. Back in the days before the great war, Bucky could remember the small, sickly boy who wasn't a woman's dream. Bucky could also remember that he had tried his best to get a date for his friend too but it hasn't worked out well, although Bucky had told only the good things about Steve. Now, the man got an impressiv and beautiful woman and still was more focussed on him than her. If everything he had read at the museum and if he truly was that person Steve claimed he was, then it must have been a hard blow to Steve to have lost him. And yet, the man has admitted that he hasn't looked for him. There was a piece of memory in which Bucky saw himself falling, watching Steve getting smaller and smaller when suddenly pain shook his body and shortly after, another stroke of pain hit him and turned the world into darkness. The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes again, was his left arm that was torn off his body, then blackness again before he felt that someone was moving him, he was being dragged over the ground. When he remembered correctly, it was a Russian soldat. Which events followed after was something he was only able to understand a decade later. The people he saw and who had taken care of him and replaced his missing limp with a metal prothese were the same who later on, broke him piece by piece until they turned all the pieces of Bucky together and formed the Winter Soldier. Bucky was not able to feel anything, because after the fall he already suffered from amnesia but he tried to stop them without success. Russians were masters in breaking people with a lot of different ways of torture. Hydra hadn't to do much once Department X transferred him to the one organization who had started all of it for him in World War II. Bucky was way to occupied with those thaughts and questions about Steve, the things the man has told him and the broken pieces of his memory as that he thought of leaving the cell he was still sitting in and look for a more comfortable place to be. He had emptied the cup of coffee, Sif has provided him with but the sandwitch was still being ignored. He wasn't feeling hungry, he'd never had much hunger, probably a side effect of what has been done to him from Department X and Hydra. He leant against the cold wall of the cell and checked on his cell phone if Wesley had answered his message, but there was none. Typical for the man, perhaps he was occupied with more important things, like iron his suits. Then he checked on the apps that were on his phone and found youtube. There he figured out how to use it and searched for music, mostly from interprets he did know from the fourties. Not exactly knowing what he was looking for, he typed one name in the search bar... And then his phone was playing Ella Fitzgerald. It sounded nice and it remembered him of his former life, he listened to it for a moment before he remembered another piece of music... He searched further until he found another song he did know very well. He pressed the play button but was interrupted when a woman entered, seemingly on the search for Steve. How many women did the man know, he wondered and remained quiet while phone was struggling to play the song. What the hell? Winter Soldier?! What the hell are you doing here?! The woman exclaimed and at the same moment, his phone started playing In The Mood. Awkward. My name is Bucky he tiredly answered while he watched her stumbling backwards while aiming at his head. Her nervous reaction was the normal reaction of people who did know him, except Natalya and Steve. Her's was one of people who did not think they could stand him, and although he didn't know her, she was well in trying to shoot him first. In the end it won't work since his reaction was faster than she would expect. Bucky would lift his arm and use his hand to shield his head from the bullet. Her only chance to keep him away from her would be the button that would activate the force field of his cell, but even for that she was too slow. She got lucky though, Bucky did not even think of standing up. Instead, he watched her doing. Before she reached the door controls he spoke again: Why do you wish to lock me up? Don't you think Steve or Sif would have done that already if they wanted me here in this cell? He tilted his head, watching her every step while the song was still playing in the background. Bucky turned his attention from her to his cell phone, not caring if she shot him, and turned off the song, ending youtube and checking his inbox, still no message. He put the cell phone in his pocket and turned his focus back onto the woman. Don't stumble while he was giving her this advice he noticed something else. Your gun has the safety catch on. lyrics: TIM MCMORRIS words: 954 tagged: @feral outfit: here! notes: / TEMPLATE BY LITTLE BITTY PRETTY ONE @ CAUTION 2.0