James Buchanan Barnes Imagine book 2

Why help the hero?

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Warning: Nun, I just put this here so it looked full lmao

You groaned. It wasn't everyday that you'd be annoyed, since your new life of minimal crime, you've been less than annoyed. Sure, crime is a terrible hobby, but it was your only choice after the incident.

3 years ago, Steven Rogers, your 'closest friend', kicked you out the Tower. Night after night you were stuck behind your home doors, crying from a simple misunderstanding. A couple of rumors went around saying you bombed a children's hospital, causing 46 fatalities. But it wasn't you, Hydra pulled another stunt to get their assets back. So, instead of putting you away or simply hearing you out, Steve kicked you out. Leaving you to fend for yourself. After the first week, no one came. Bucky tried a couple of times, begging to get his girlfriend back in or do it himself, but each time he was held back by everyone else. Making both him and yourself suffer each minute that passed by. Eventually, you left. Giving up on your home and going out on your own with a lot of anger deep inside you. You started roaming the streets, engraving each corner and create each corner and crevasse there was. You knew who hung around each block everyday, you knew who worked where and who did what, started your own little gang named them the "Spray painters", and lived the one life you had left. The name was a little bland, maybe even cringey, but it was yours.

When the news came on with Captain America himself saying he'd need all the help he can get to catch a certain Mob boss that you knew, you were 100% sure he was mentioning you. You stayed away from the subject, focusing on your own work. But when he found you in your underground base, he forcefully took you hostage and anyone who tried to help you, he got rid of them. So now, currently, you sat at a metal table in cuffs that connected to the table, and blew a strand of hair out your face. You didn't think you'd be back, but, at the sametime you missed it. You missed the laughs, the stupid games, the missions, and most of all the people. Your feelings were soon stripped away when the door creaked open, you didn't even bother looking up. You had mixed feelings right now. There was shuffling of feet before chairs were moved, and then a pair or hands rested on yours. One metal and one normal. Clenching your jaw, you moved your hands from his and placed them in your lap, still not looking up. There were a few sighs before one voice spoke up,

"Y/n." Sam, you recognized his voice anywhere, "Come on, at least look at us."

Hesitantly, you lifted your head up, obeying his request. You saw Sam, Tony, Steve, Natasha, and Bucky. All traitors infront of you.

"Well?" Tony raised a brow, trying to lighten the mood, "No greetings from old friends?"

You scoffed out a laugh, reaching to subconsciously scratch your left wrist, "Friends. Funny term for people who leave me for dead."

"Y/n," Steve started speaking, "We need your help."

"Hm." You hummed, squinting your eyes at him.

"I'm serious." He sighed, crossing his arms, "You know these streets better than anyone in here, I know you know where the guy we're trying to find is hiding."

You shrugged, leaning back, "Yeah, I know where he is. But you're out of luck, because I'm not selling him out."

"Well you don't have much of a choice right now, kid." Natasha argued, crossing her arms as well.

"Oh, I don't?" You creased your brows, "What would happen if I didn't say where he was? Hm? Would you kill me? Lock me up? Expose me? Throw me out?"

Steve tightened his jaw at your last example.

You scoffed, giving him a disgusted look, "Oh, don't think I forgot, Rogers. I still hate you with everything I have—"

"Which is nothing, by the way." Tony cut in, raising a hand, "Yeah, your home and squad are gone. You don't have much to back you up here."

"Is that a threat, Tony?" You asked, "I can still kill you without moving an inch. You don't know what I have. That wasn't my only intent for a home, you'd think in 3 years I'd have more than that. Wouldn't you?"

Tony breathed out through his nose in frustration, leaning against the wall. You rested your face to a deadpan look, narrowing your eyes at each of them.

"Doll, just listen, please?"

The pet name caught your attention a little to quick, to which in response you grimaced.

"You, of all people should know I'm not helping." You turned to Bucky, "I know you tried to help me, but that doesn't mean I don't hate you. You gave up on me like everyone else in the fucking Tower did, you're no better than the rest of them."

"I know, okay? I know you think I abandoned you, but I didn't. I still tried to look for you, I still tried other ways." Bucky hesitated, "Please, just...we need your help and then you're free to go."

"You don't need me."

"Yes, we do." Natasha mumbled, "We can't catch this guy without you."

"Oh!" You fake laughed, "Well, I'd be glad to help you after you completely teared my home down! Who wouldn't help you assholes after that?"

"Don't make this ugly, Y/n..." Sam warned.

"Don't make it ugly? You killed the only family I had left back there!" You shouted, "Wihtout a second thought you just barged into my home and killed half my team! Did you know the first person to go was a girl I found on the street? Did you know she was this close to dying from getting jumped by 4 guys?"

Bucky had a look of sympathy across his face.

"No, you didn't. And you know what? If it wasn't for your dumb brain unable to process that I was hidden for a reason and doing my own thing without any of you," You paused, glaring at mostly Steve, "Then maybe she'd still be alive right now. And I'd be on my way home, happy."

Steve glared back, done with the conversation, "You wouldn't be happy, you'd be hard-headed, like you're being now."

"Hard-headed? Please." You scoffed, "You're confusing being smarter than you with hard-headed. Or maybe you're being like that on purpose."

"Y/n." Bucky called, you lowered your eyes at him, "Focus, don't listen to him."

"I don't even know why you brought me here." You spoke to Bucky now, hurt a little evident in your voice, "This is stupid. You pulled a dick move and now you expect me to help you,"

You felt tears prick your eyes as you forced them back, not daring to show weakness infront of them.

"Well, guess what? No. Fucking. Way."