𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗹 (𝙒.𝙈)

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⚠︎Warnings: Language; near death experience; gif from Google

2k⚠︎Warnings: Language; near death experience; gif from Google

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Your POV

     I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, them beginning to burn from how hard I was pushing my limits. I finally skidded to a halt in the common room of the tower, diving for cover behind the nearest person, who happened to be Bucky.

"Woah, (Y/n). What's all the hurry?" He questioned, his mouth full of whatever he was eating at the moment, it was like he was always eating.

"Shh!! She's gonna kill me!" My voice was desperate as I hid underneath the counter where his legs were dangling.

       Not far behind me, I could hear thundering footsteps approach and come to a stop in the doorway.

3rd Person POV

      An enraged Scarlet Witch came storming into the kitchen of the common room, her crimson eyes searching the place as scarlet red magic danced in her palms at her sides. The lone man sitting at the counter paused his chewing to stare at the woman with both fear and curiosity. He knew that the woman hiding underneath the counter had something to do with this.

      The witch's eyes scanned around the room, falling on the poor dark haired super soldier that was caught in the middle of a lovers quarrel.

"Have you seen (Y/n)?" Her tone was calm, and that only startled him more.

"Oh yeah, she's....." He let out a pained gasp as his crotch was greeted by a fist underneath the counter. "Haven't seen her." His voice was strained and weak as both of his hands went to hold onto the painful area.

      The witch looked skeptical, and her eyes remained crimson as she rummaged through the cabinets in the kitchen. When Wanda's back was turned, Bucky reared his leg back and kicked, earning a quiet "oof" from under the counter.

"You asshole! That was my stomach!" A pained whisper came from under the counter from (Y/n), and Wanda's head whipped around to Bucky.

       Before the super soldier could stop her, (Y/n) was already painfully pulling herself up from under the counter, holding onto her stomach. Just as she pointed a finger at the brunette and was fixing to give him hell, she saw the familiar red wisps from the corner of her eye.

"Shit." She mumbled under her breath, and turned around slowly, casually leaning on the counter as if nothing was wrong. "Heyyyyyy, Princess." The (y/h/c) gulped as her eyes met the scarlet ones of her girlfriend.

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