Warning: Mild Language

"How about now?"
"No."
"Now?"
"No."
"..."
"..."
"How abou-"
"No!"

You've been relentlessly trying to convince Sam to let you borrow his wings for about an hour now and you weren't going to give up.

You didn't have any special superpowers or a super suit, nor were you injected with the serum that made Steve and Bucky practically invincible. Natasha, your older sister, had broken the both of you out of the Red Room and you were running from the KGB when a man that would soon become Nat's best friend recruited the two of you to S.H.I.E.L.D.

Natasha agreed, in hopes of redemption.
You agreed because it was the only way you and your sister could possibly survive.

So, five years, an alien breakout, a psychotic robot intent on global destruction and a Civil War over a man with an artificial limb later, you were at your best.

A respected assassin credit for stealth, intelligence and combat.

Who was currently arguing with a bird man for his wings.

"Pleeeeease!" You whined. He shook his head impatiently as you hopped around him in a childlike manner, bouncing slightly on the wrestling mat. You, Sam and Clint were in the training room preparing for the upcoming mission that Fury assigned to the three of you and Clint was watching, amused, as you bothered Sam.

"Y/N, I swear-"
"What? Whatcha gonna do?" You pressed, wrapping your arms around the punching bag to prevent him from using it.

"Look, the wings are off-limits! I'm not gonna say it again!"
You watched as he stormed out of the room.

"Ah well. Guess I gotta go look for it." You said cheerily.
"You comin', Barton?"

Clint shook his head before following you.
He knew you were eventually going to find the wings and he needed some entertainment to pass the time.

What better way but to help steal Sam's stuff?

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"How the hell does this thing work?"

The harness was squeezing the breath out of you and it didn't sit very comfortably on your shoulders, but screw it.
You found it, you'd use it.
It wasn't very hard to find in the first place.
Hiding your EXO-7 in the laundry room was a good idea because literally no one did their own laundry.
That was all DUM-E.

But, unfortunately, that's where everyone hid their stuff.

You found a small box labeled "Steve Rogers", Natasha's kill list(that looked like it went through the washer a couple of times), Bucky's stash of Twinkies and a big bag of Doritos with Wanda's name on it.

"Try tighten it." Clint suggested as he fiddled with his arrows. You were on the roof of the Tower, ready to experiment with the harness by throwing yourself off.

"I can barely breathe as it is. Just tell me how to work it." You snapped.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?"

You sighed.

"That's it. I'm winging it."
"Wait! What if it doesn't work?"
"Tell Natasha I died a fool's death."

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, which wasn't really working as well as you thought it would. Without thinking, you began to sprint to the edge and immediately leaped over, hoping for the best. The wings quickly expanded to hold your weight and you leaned your body in an arc, swooping upwards.

"Oooh SHIT!" You screamed as the wings began to jerk around wildly, throwing you off balance.

"Y/N!"

"Clint!"

You tumbled around in the air and a wave of motion sickness swept through you as the wings wrenched you forward.
Backward.
Around and around.
As though invisible forces were dragging and pulling and fighting for dominance over you.
You felt sick.

"Cliiiint!" You moaned.

"Wait, I'll get you down! Lemme just—"

You were swung upside down as the harness jerked your body upwards and you watched through bleary eyes as Clint shot an arrow at you. It hit your left wing and you felt something tug you towards the Tower. Suddenly, you were face down in gravel and never have you ever felt more grateful for rocks in your life.

"I...fucking...haaaate flying." You moaned and unstrapped yourself from the harness, rolling onto your back. Your head was pounding like a bitch and you felt like your stomach was going to implode on itself.

You heard a chuckle and you opened your eyes to see Sam holding a little device in his hands with a sinister smile on his face.

"Remote controlled wings. Nice, huh?"

You tried to lift your arm and flip him off as he picked up the EXO-7, but your limbs felt like jelly.

"Fuck you, Birdbrain!" You yelled after him.
At least your voice was working.

"Caw caw, motherfucker!" Clint hollered and reached down to lift you up, but you batted his hand away weakly.

"I hate that guy."

"Yeah, me too."