Spread You Wings Pt. 15: Déjávu

Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes, and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments.

Word Count: 3011

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence… honestly, I’m not even sure anymore

Surreal didn’t begin to describe landing on that clifftop in Siberia.  

As you’d flown in, you’d filled in as much of your building plan as you could. It looked like they had left the structure alone for the most part, adding security and cameras, but not altering the layout much. 

It was clearly another set up; the entire building was full of what looked like completely empty, useless rooms that locked from the outside. Rooms meant to draw attention, and trap anyone who investigated. 

You didn’t look around much as you jogged from the jet you and Clint had flown in across the snow towards the team. Just the sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow had memories tapping at the back of your mind, but you forced them back. You followed Clint into the other jet and stood just inside the door. Once the two of you stepped on board, the cloaking was reengaged, keeping the jet invisible to the outside, but allowing the occupants to see out. You kept your back to the interior wall, but stood so that you had a line of sight to the outside as well. 

When asked, you had HERMES and FRIDAY project your augmented map into the space in front of the team. 

“If I had to guess, Bucky would be somewhere in this level,” you said, indicating a level that the AIs highlighted. “It’s the most secure.” If they were to attempt to reprogram Bucky, their equipment would likely have been brought there.

The team immediately began talking strategy, but each strategy had at least one major flaw. If it wasn’t the fact that they would be completely mobbed by guards, it was that they were going to get the building locked down, or possibly blown up while they were all inside. It was all you could do to point these flaws out without pulling your hair out, but you kept your composure, until you couldn’t anymore.

All this talking, it was taking too much time; time that you were fairly sure Bucky didn’t have. For all you knew, Bucky could have already been removed from the compound. Or he could be strapped into whatever torture devices HYDRA had stored in this shithole. Or-

Nope. You were done. 

Spread Your Wings - Pt 14: Going South

Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes, and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments.

Word Count: 2696

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence… honestly, I’m not even sure anymore

10 minutes after the very fancy “quinjet” took off, Clint had you in a room just off Tony’s lab that was filled to the brim with computers and monitors linked to the jet, and the com system. It was a fairly large room, though you were glad your wings had healed enough to be hidden again. There was a small, but very nice attached bathroom, a stocked mini kitchen, and a cot. The chairs in front of the bank of computers were the most comfortable looking desk chairs you’d ever seen, and when the two of you walked in, the door behind you slid shut with a soft click, followed by FRIDAY announcing that the room was secure.

“Like, we can’t leave?” you asked, somewhat uncomfortably. Sure the room had every amenity you could need, but still.

“Nah, like the communications and video feeds are all secure. Sure, FRIDAY locks the door, but that’s just to keep us safe in here if need be. We can still get up and leave if we want, just easier to stay most of the time,” Clint shrugged, lounging in one of the large desk chairs.

“I didn’t realize anything here wasn’t already secure,” you laughed lightly as you lowered yourself into the other desk chair. Yup, just as comfy as it looked, and large enough to pull one leg up under the other, the best way to sit. “So, other than occasionally helping them move around, what exactly are we gonna do?”

“There’s a shocking amount of behind the scenes work on some cases,” Clint grumbled, “but most of the time, we sit in here and spill tea,” he added with a smile

“You do what? Tony doesn’t kill you for spilling in here?”

Spread Your Wings: Pt 13: Safe

Summary: Reader is a HYDRA experiment (like the Maximoffs, but not voluntary) who grows wings (like Angel from X-Men). She escapes, and is now trying to rescue and prevent further kidnappings and experiments.

Word Count: 2373

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of violence… honestly, I’m not even sure anymore

A/N: This isn’t beta-read cause I took for-GODDAMN-ever pulling this from my brain. Honestly, I’ll be shocked if anyone even bothers with me anymore

Spread Your Wings Masterlist

It was days after the incident when you finally left the cell. Though if you were being honest, you wouldn’t have called it a cell. If it weren’t for the fact that all the walls were white, it would have been pretty comfortable. Well, except the fact that where a 4th wall should have been, it was completely clear so you could be monitored; that wasn’t great. It was still leaps and bounds above any other holding area you’d even been seen.

In the time you stayed in the cell, you talked with Tomás everyday. He was settling into his new home, and it sounded like he was starting to actually believe he could trust the family he was with. They were teaching him all about snakes, and he realized he may have more in common with them than just his eyes. The kid didn’t elaborate any more than that. It was great to see a bit of a personality showing through, even if that personality involved being a little sneaky.

Your wing had healed enough that you no longer had to keep it immobile. You wouldn’t be flying anytime soon, but it didn’t kill you to hold your wings up enough to keep the tips from dragging on the ground. That was win enough, because even though Tony kept the Tower floors spotless, it still felt dirty to drag the feathers on the floor. Plus, removing the broken ones was not a completely painless process.

After all the drama, the trigger removal had actually been incredibly straight forward. You didn’t understand a goddamn thing about the process, but one video conference and a short procedure that you’d been able to sleep through, and poof, no more HYDRA triggers. At least that’s how it seemed. When you had made mention of the seeming ease of the procedure, Tony must have read the uncertainty on your face, because he smilingly produced a small box.

“And here is your extra insurance policy,” he said with a wink.

An Enemy on the One Hand - Pt 7

2 weeks since your rescue.

Although Shuri and her magic machines could heal your injuries, they weren’t able to give you back the muscle you’d lost on the RAFT. Sitting in one place, not really being able to move for prolonged periods, and malnutrition had left you with far less muscle than before.

Just walking was a struggle; you felt like a baby giraffe.

The first time you walked past a mirror, you didn’t recognize the woman on the other side. She was sickly thin, and looked like she hadn’t seen the sun in months. But then, you hadn’t had you? You’d lost weight, and looked beyond exhausted, even though it felt like all you’d done since being rescued was sleep.

There was a full length mirror in your room in Wakanda. For a while you’d refused to look in it. Not afraid of what you’d see, but disgusted by it; angered, and frustrated.

Then you’d broken it.