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myownworldstayout · 5 years

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New Friends Ch. 2

Ch.1 / Ch.3

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The next morning, Marinette woke up more tired than she had fallen asleep. Any dreams she had were just nightmares, nothing more. That’d been happening a lot recently.

“Marinette, you’re going to be late for school!” Her mother called from below.

“Coming, Mama.” Marinette mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she stumbled around her room for clothes.

“Maybe you should go to bed earlier tomorrow?” Tikki suggested worriedly, flying around her holder’s head.

The ravenette hummed at the thought. sleep wasn’t the real issue. They both knew that. It was Lila and Marinette’s friends.

Sounds like you need new friends. Felix’s words from yesterday echoed in her mind. Though Marinette felt guilty about it, the more she pondered the words, the more they made sense to her. She hated to admit it, but what kind of friends did she have if they didn’t believe her over a foreigner?

As she continued to think it over, Marinette hobbled down the steps to grab a bagel or two for the walk to school.

“Honey, you look like a zombie. Are you okay?” Her mother frowned, gently rubbing her shoulder. If not for the touch, Marinette might not have registered that Sabine was even talking to her.

Pulling a weary smile, Marinette nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek, and grabbing a bagel.

“I just stayed up too late last night, I guess. See you after school.” She answered, slipping out the door before her mother could ask anymore questions.

Despite being exhausted, Marinette managed to make it to class on time. When she walked in, though, she found Lila sitting in her seat.

“Lila, you’re in my seat.” Marinette remarked flatly, too tired to play nice at the moment. She ignored the sting of seeing Alya protectively put a hand on Lila’s shoulder. The journalist used to protect Marinette just like that.

Lila blinked in feigned surprise at Mari.

“I’m so sorry, Marinette, my tinnitus is bugging me a lot today.” The liar apologized, placing her hand on her ear.

“I thought you said ladybug healed your Tinnitus.” Marinette countered, wearing the same blank expression.

It wasn’t so much as Marinette’s words as her attitude that threw Lila off.

“S-she did!- or I thought she did, but it came back this morning."

“Mari, it’s just moving seats. Does it really matter?” Alya spoke up, annoyance lacing her tone.

Marinette’s gaze flickered to her supposed best friend, then to Adrien, who was giving her a displeased look.

“It’s really okay guys.. I know Mari doesn’t like me, and she really wants to get at me for some reason, but we shouldn’t band against her like this.” Lila pretended to be a mediator for the situation.

The class, as usual, started angrily buzzing about Marinette’s “behavior”. Marinette wanted to believe in her friends, to think they would eventually come to their senses and realize what Lila’s done. Sadly, the only thing she found herself believing right now were the words from the strange boy she met yesterday.

The bluenette looked back at Lila for a solid minute without saying a word. Then she simply turned and headed for the back seat she had been exiled to.

(Credit to @nobodyfamousposts for this next bit!)

“Tinnitus is the persistent ringing in one’s ears.” Came a new voice. “If you are claiming to hear things that no one at any point has said, then perhaps your disability should be diagnosed under mental health rather than hearing.”

All of her classmates immediately turned to the new student standing at the door who was the source of the cutting remark. And though she couldn’t help but feel relief at no longer being the center of her classmates’ ire, Marinette’s eyes similarly snapped to the owner of the voice as well, though for a different reason.

The others were confused, but growing angry at the clear insult. She, on the other hand, was seeking out the one other person who was willing to see the obvious lies and manipulations for what they were, even if that person was a stranger. And how much did that have to hurt that it was someone she didn’t even know who was willing to side with her instead of her own best friend?

What she saw was a familiar blonde haired-boy wearing a grey dress shirt and black pants. His steely grey eyes almost seemed to glimmer as he took in the scene of the classroom.

“Who exactly are you supposed to be?” Alya demanded.

The boy barely gave her a glance before looking back over the rest of the class until his gaze settled on Marinette. He seemed to look her over, as if assessing her before starting to speak again.

“I have to say, it’s hardly impressive when the first thing to see upon entering a new classroom is everyone bullying a single student.”

Marinette blanched at that. “They’re not—no one is bullying—”

His steely glare cut her off. “They pushed you out of your seat without your knowledge or permission—a seat that isn’t even needed for the one who is claiming to have a special need, at that—and are requiring you to sit alone in the back where you clearly don’t want to be, only to gang up on you when you express unhappiness about the matter. What is that if not bullying?”

It was phrased as a question, but it certainly in no way sounded like one and brokered no room for argument. It left Marinette stunned and the rest of her classmates actually looked a bit sheepish at that.

“He’s right.” Came a response from Lila that brought the tension right back to Marinette’s shoulders. The girl had her head lowered and brought a hand up to her eye like she was trying to wipe away a tear before it formed.

“I’m causing so much trouble. I could go to the back after all. It’s fine. I probably shouldn’t even be here.”

Oh gosh, was she actually sniffling? Yes, yes she was.

The rest of the class rose in their seats at that, as if to rush to the liar’s side and try to comfort her. The clear ploy only made Marinette more frustrated. Fortunately, this time she wasn’t the only one.

“If you’re quite finished with your self-inflicted pity party,” The strange boy continued. “Perhaps you could acknowledge that the issue here never needed to be about you.”

That gave Lila pause, actually bringing a stop to her fake tears. “What?”

“In order to accommodate you, only one student would have needed to move. There was absolutely no need to move everyone in the class, especially to do so without all members of the class present to be able to advocate for themselves, or do you all regularly make decisions for classmates without consideration as to their feelings?”

Finally, Mlle. Bustier intervened. “Felix, please. There’s no need for harsh words. I’m sure the class meant no harm.”

Marinette looked back at him, taking in his features. She was too preoccupied yesterday to really get a look at him.

He was tall and standoffish, exuding an air of seriousness and sternness that would be off-putting to most people. But he stood up to Lila without hesitation and seemed prone to speaking his mind. She was wary, but also curious.

Felix, on the other hand, was less than appeased with the teacher’s attempts to calm the situation.

“Then shouldn’t you have been the one to arrange the seating? Or have the class wait to make changes until after class starts and everyone would be present?”

Seeing the way Mlle. Bustier’s eyes widened and the rest of the class gaped, Marinette chose that moment to jump in.

“It’s fine!” Marinette insisted, waving her hands up and causing the boy to turn to her. “I mean, it was really my own fault for being late.”

“You weren’t late. The bell hasn’t even rung.” He shot back.

She hesitated. “Still…”

“Such decisions that affect everyone should be agreed upon by everyone before being implemented. That they made the choice when not everyone was present only to turn on the one who was not allowed a say speaks volumes.” His eyes narrowed. “Or do you regularly let others make decisions for you?”

Marinette froze. She really had nothing she could say to that. Neither did the rest of the class.

Mlle. Bustier coughed, bringing everyone’s attention back to her. “Marinette, perhaps as the class rep, you can take Felix on a tour of the school and help show him around?”

It wasn’t something they normally did, but separating them for now seemed the best move. This would hopefully allow the class time to calm, and maybe Marinette could help Felix to acclimate. At the very least, it would prevent a fight from breaking out.

“Uh—sure!” Marinette agreed, uncertain but willing to try to help diffuse this growingly tense situation. Felix was smart. And fully willing to speak out if he felt it necessary. Those were admirable qualities, even if they seemed to turn people off. Marinette had hopes that maybe if they got to know each other, they could perhaps become friends.

Desperately trying to ignore the intense stares from her class, Marinette stepped down to the bottom floor and smiled at Felix. He simply raised an eyebrow in response. She coughed, then forcefully smiled again.

“Shall we go?” She asked, as she gestured to the door.

A moment passed. Then thankfully, he nodded and moved to follow her as she started for the entrance. However, once he reached the door, he turned back and looked up at the class with a critical eye.

“My first impression of this class is…I don’t like any of you.”

Marinette managed to pull him out of the room right before the shouting started.

(Back to mine lol)

“I thought you were in Luka’s class.” Marinette commented as they walked the school grounds.

“I never said that. I used to go to the same school as Tsurugi. That’s why I was at lunch with them.” He answered vaguely, skeptically looking around the school.

“So you transferred here?”

“Yesterday.” He confirmed shortly.

Marinette nodded in understanding, falling silent for a moment. She couldn’t help but think- once again- of his advice.

“Thank you.” Marinette spoke without thinking.

It gave Felix a pause. They both knew what she was thanking him for. Anyone defending Marinette against Lila was apparently a rarity now.

“I simply stated the facts. Nothing more.” He replied flatly.

Marinette shrugged, though she felt differently on the matter.

They continued the tour without much conversation after that, with Marinette pointing out the classroom, gym, and library, and explaining the class schedules and how to look them up.

By the time they got back to the class, everyone had settled down, though they still pointed Marinette and Felix with a hard glare. Marinette just avoided their gaze, moving forward to sit in the back.

Felix, however, seemed to meet each of their eyes with an icy glare of his own. He slid into the back seat next to Marinette without much hesitation, pulling out his books.

“You’re sitting next to me?” She asked, her eyes widening in surprise.

“It’s the only other seat in the classroom.” Felix responded, not even sparing her a glance.

Marinette flushed with embarrassment at that, mumbling an “oh” as she took out her own books. Felix was extremely blunt and pretty cold most of the time, but.. He was also the only person who took her side against Lila.

Sure, Adrien knew about Lila’s lies, but he never did anything about it. He never defended her the way Felix did just now. No one did.

So, Marinette supposed, Felix couldn’t be that bad, right? She just had to get to know him more, and that was what she intended to do.

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vibraniom · 6 years

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I’ll Be Good (Part 2)

Series Includes: Bucky x reader, angst, blood/violence, etc.

Brief Synopsis: Bucky joins the Avengers on a mission to an old Hydra base, and when things take a turn for the worse, he starts to doubt himself. Consequently, your relationship with him suffers. Based on the song “I’ll Be Good” by Jaymes Young.

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I never meant to start a fire I never meant to make you bleed I'll be a better man today

You took a seat across from Bucky in the quinjet before it lifted into the air, and Steve settled in beside you, noticing the distraught look on your face. You told him everything was fine, deciding that it wasn’t worth troubling Steve, especially when nothing would change Bucky’s mind.

It didn't take long to reach the old Hydra base, and when the jet landed, everyone separated into pairs. After Steve briefed the team members on the objective of the assignment, you and Bucky started toward the section of the building that was commissioned to the two of you. Bucky followed behind as you both advanced stealthily through the retired base, searching rooms for data the team was tasked with recovering.

Once you had examined several rooms, Bucky paused and you turned to him, noticing the furrow in his brow.

“What's wrong?” you inquired.

His eyes met yours, and you felt the unusual urge to look away from him. Finally, he said, “Doll, I'm sorry about the way I acted this morning-”

You interrupted him, knowing that it was not the time to discuss what happened earlier. “Don't worry about it. Once we finish this mission, everything will be fine. Okay?”

Bucky nodded, but he looked increasingly unsettled as you continued down the narrow hall. Eventually, the passage separated into two, so you both went in opposite directions in order to cover more ground. You were reluctant to leave him, but your relationship was supposed to remain separate from your career—something Steve had made clear when you joined the Avengers—so you continued on.

The hallway was considerably darker than the previous one, impairing your ability to see clearly. You held your gun at the ready as you walked, but you were unable to shoot the opponent that grabbed you from behind. He used his thick arm as a vice around your neck, attempting to strangle you, though you stomped the heel of your foot into the toe of his boot, making him cry out. You whirled, sending a fist into his gut, and as he gasped for air, you used the butt of your handgun to knock him unconscious.

“There are hostiles in the building. I repeat, there are hostiles in the building,” you said into your comm, checking the man’s person for anything useful and finding nothing.

Another adversary yanked on the back of your collar, pulling you away from his comatose comrade and throwing you to the ground. He kicked the weapon out of your hand and pointed the barrel of his own gun at your head as he stood above you.

“Don’t make another move,” the man commanded, his tone lacking a single trace of humanity. You braced yourself on your forearms to glare him, and he took a step forward. “Did you bring him with you?”

“I don't know who you're referring to,” you lied, knowing full well he was looking for Bucky.

Aggravated, he shifted his aim to your leg and turned off the safety.

“If you don't tell me where he is, I will shoot you, and when I find him myself, I'll send him here to finish the job,” he threatened as a pulse of fear flared within you, even though you knew the Wakandans had helped with the programming inside of Bucky’s head.

Before you could say anything, you heard the sound of a gunshot from the direction Bucky had gone when you split up. Your worry must have shown on your face, for the man loosed a malevolent laugh as his finger tightened on the trigger.

You slammed your foot into your opponent’s shin as a bullet sunk into the floor, narrowly missing you. The blow sent him to his knees, and you quickly got to your feet. You gripped his hand that clutched the gun and knocked it back into his forehead, disorienting him. Then, you punched him in the jaw with all the strength you had, leaving him in a state similar to that of his companion.

After reclaiming your gun from the ground and collecting the weapons from the two men, you retraced your steps, making your way toward Bucky.

The passage Bucky took led to another room, and in the center of it, he stood, facing away from you with a dead man at his feet.

“Bucky?” you called out into the hollow silence. He didn’t answer, so you slowly approached him, hesitantly coming forward to look at his face.

You stood beside him, and he remained completely still for at least a minute, but then his eyes locked on yours so sharply that you flinched. Both his facial muscles and his metal arm twitched as if he was fighting some unknown impulse.

“What happened?” you whispered, keeping your voice low to avoid startling him.

Again, he said nothing, his silence frightening you as your heartbeat throbbed in your ears. He squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head and clenching his metal fist. When his eyelids opened, his stare was blank, but focused; absent, but still aware.

You didn't have time to react before his vibranium forearm collided with your abdomen, so much strength behind the blow that your body became airborne. You were flung toward the desks lining the wall and into the abandoned computers resting on them, the screens shattering from the impact. You fell to the floor, the pain hitting you in one massive wave as you lay unmoving on the concrete.

You screamed, but it only amplified the pain, so you stifled your cries as best as you could. With a trembling and bloodied hand, you felt for the comm in your ear to call for help, but it must have fallen out. After some time, you faintly heard the other Avengers calling both your name and Bucky’s, so the device must have been nearby, but you couldn't find it.

As red started to cloud your left eye, you looked to Bucky. His body was rigid, and the dim light in the room reflected off of the tears running down his face. His feet were firmly planted into the ground, and his features showed signs of strain as he warred with the Winter Soldier’s instinct to kill. You weren’t sure what caused Bucky to revert, but you tried your best to convince yourself that he wasn’t to blame. It isn’t him, you thought, repeating the phrase inside your head in a sorry attempt to calm the elevated rate of blood and adrenaline pumping through your veins, spilling from your wounds.

The two of you remained where you were, both afraid to move for very different reasons. Though you stayed still, you started to feel light headed, and you couldn't seem to draw enough air into your lungs.

When you began to near the point of blacking out, your ears picked up the sound of footsteps. It was an effort to shift your gaze to the door as Steve rushed into the room, quickly trying to make sense of the scene before him.

Steve hurried to your side first, immediately noticing the blood, though you weakly shoved him away. “No, no. Bucky… T-take care of him,” you whispered, struggling to speak with whatever damage that had been inflicted on your torso.

“But, Y/N-”

“Go,” you rasped, refusing to put your wounds above Bucky’s. He may not have been hurt physically, but he was struggling with the other man Hydra had put inside of him, and you didn’t want him to have to fight anymore.

“Tony, I need you in the west sector of the building now,” Steve said into his comm, his voice shaky with fear as he glanced over your injuries, unsure of what to do.

Minutes passed before Tony arrived, trading places with Steve so that he could help Bucky.

“Friday, give me a full body scan,” Tony ordered, his voice sounding far away even though he was right beside you. Your eyelids became much too heavy, and you let them close, tired of keeping the exhaustion at bay. “No, no, no. Y/N, stay with me, stay…”

Tony’s words trailed off as you slipped from consciousness, letting the dark silence consume you.

Part 3

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