❝ It's not my fault he
thinks so loud.❞
send me an angel ✗ highly suspect

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rogue ⇢p.p
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My eyebrows furrowed together as the last wires were put into place. Bucky, who sat on a clean metal bench watching my every move, as I fixed his arm. My converse lightly tapped against the concrete floors as I wiped the sweat threatening to fall down the side of my face. His arm was so complex, it was difficult to find the adequate parts for it. My gloved hands closed up his arm as I was satisfied with my handy work 

"You really messed it up, you're lucky I could fix it," I sighed staring at his bruised face. Discolouring was surrounding one of his eyes, a bleeding lip and bruised cheekbones. His hair was dirty and greasy and he quiet frankly looked a complete mess. I reached my hand towards his face, he didn't flinch or jerk away but he stayed silent and kept his blank stare with the floor. My finger tips reached his cheek, the discoloured briuses and cuts faded away until there was no trace of them even existing.

"Thanks, you're a good doctor. " He muttered. "Tony will throw a fit if he finds out you got in a fight. Also I am not a doctor." I say pulling the gloves off my hands and throwing then aside. Bucky's eyes trailed up to mine, signs of panic flash over his eyes.

"Don't worry, as if I'd tell him. Since when I even tell Tony anything." I chuckled.

He gave me a greatful look and pulled a clean black shirt over his head as the one he was wearing was torn and covered in blood. Once his face was visable again, I could feel emotions radiating of him as if he tried hard to restrain them. But I did see it even if he wanted to hide it from me my powers can always detect the strong feelings of hate and anger.

"You're angry," I stated as Bucky was staring at the concrete floor. As if my words had triggered something inside him his head snapped towards me.

"How many times have I told you to stay outta my head!" He bellowed as he threw his arms up in anger, jumping off the metal table. He turned his back to me and walked towards the transparent computer screens, the palms of his hands rested on the table as he bowed his head, breathing heavily.

His outbreak hadn't scared me, I barely flinched for this was only normal behavior from him. I was the only one out of the whole team that really understood him apart from Cap that is, and this is why we became such close friends. He had been through a lot of shit to make him the way he was, it was never his fault. The silence was thick and I heard a person approaching the area, their loud thoughts floating around in my ears.

"I know, I know, it's just... tempting," I spoke to the man. He pushed his hair from his face and turned around to face me. I sat back down on a computer chair and used various tools in a glove peice of Tony Stark's suit. A few other objects such as breast plates and peices of helmet scattered across my messy desk along with tools and loose parts.

Bucky leant against a table and stared into space. I tucked a few stay locks of hair behind my ears and stared into the arrangement of wires and chips. The loud voice of a person only becoming louder as I came to the conclusion that someone was approaching.

"Someone is here," I spoke through the thick silence. "Who?" Bucky questioned turning his head to me. Although my back was faced to Bucky I could sense every action he made, even when he sat up from leaning against the tables the computers were kept on.

"I don't know but they're nervous, thinking about how cool everything is or some shit. Like they've never seen the place before," I say not quite being able to read them from a distance.

"Maybe it's the new kid," Bucky pointed out staring down at his fingernails. "The spider one?" He added.

"Ugh," I dramatically grunted pushing myself on the chair across the room on its wheels towards a door in the wall. I pressed on a board filled with buttons and the revolving door inside the wall opened revealing a new suit. I pushed off that desk and to another corner of the room, a machine was lasering into a microchip and the second I reached the table it had finished creating the chip.

I swiftly plucked the chip from the machine and pushed my chair towards the suit in the large compartment in the wall. I got out of my chair and pushed it aside before grabbing the mask from the suit and sitting back down in my comftable chair. I opened a compartment in the mask and connected a few micro wires into the even smaller chip located at the back of the neck.

The double doors suddenly noisely opened showing two people, one being Tony Stark and the boy who I assumed was the spider kid. I watched Bucky quickly exited the area, him and Tony always had a strong hate for each other. I never knew why but it always suprised me that Tony let me keep him around.

"He's not a people person," Tony told the boy. I heard every quick thought that run through his head, questioning who I was, I quickly learnt that his name was Peter Parker and he was from Queens. His hair was a curly mess as if outside was a windy day, he nervously shoved his hands in his pockets and looked toward Tony.

"Bonnie," Tony growled knowing that I was already inside this boy's head. He hated it when I read the minds of guests and basically just anyone he was close with.

"It's not my fault he thinks so loud," I spoke rudely, never really been a fan of people I didn't know.

"Wha- what is she talking about?" Peter stuttered.

"She can read your mind Peter so be nice, because shes the one that builds your suit. But I designed it and taught her everything he shows," Tony said smugly. Peter's eyes ran wide and I heard an assortment of swear words coming from inside his head.

"Whoa thats so cool, so you can hear what everyone is thinking?" He said in disbelief. I nodded slightly, not paying much attention to him, my head down as I quickly put the chip inside the mask.

"What am I thinking about right now?" He says excitedly. "Hotdogs," I bluntly replied.

"Thats so cool," Peter says looking over to Tony as Tony gave me a sarcastic smile.

"Kid, this is Bonnie, my daughter," Tony introduced me with a small hand guesture. "Did you finish the suit?" He added walking towards me and looking over my shoulder, leaving Peter standing awkwardly at the door.

"Yeah," I mummbled putting my tools down and looking over to the new and improved suit filled with mannaquin in the wall.

"Whoa," Peter exhaled speed walking towards the suit. "It's so awesome," He added running his fingers over the metal chest plate of the suit. He turns around and gives Tony a large toothy smile, excitement ridden in his eyes.

"Thank you," He says looking at Tony and then to me with a grateful attitude. I kept a blank expression, my eyes where dead and I just repositioned myself to stare into the cold metal desk at the palms of my hands.

Okay she's a little cranky. Peter thought and I gave him a quick side eye which he avoided. I stared down at the metal, the busy table around me filled with wires and tools, also random mechanic parts.

"Okay kid w-" Tony was cut off by his phone ringing and he patted his hands around his suit looking for the pocket his phone was kept in.

"Tony," I say attracting the man's attention. I made a gesture to my ear and his face immediately lit up realising he had his ear peice in. A stupid look crossed his face as he answered his call with his ear piece.

"Hello yes this is Mr Stark," He said in his business man voice. "Now?" He questioned the person over the phone line. He swiftly ended the call and was suddenly in a hurry to leave.

"Bonnie, Peter is staying for a few days can you drive him home to get his things? I have to go speak with a client." I dramatically flopped my head on the table making a loud thud.

"Why can't Happy do it?" I mummbled loudly while my hot breath bounced back in my face as I kept my head on the table.

"Happy is driving me now come on I gotta go," Tony said as I heard him speedily walking over to me and I lifted my head off the table. He gave me a quick kiss on the head and hurried towards the door.

"Don't die!" I yelled after him. "Not planning on it!" He yelled back before he exited the room. I glanced over to Peter who was awkwardly standing next to the suit, his eyes crossed mine quickly but then looked around the room.

Shes looking at me shes looking at me, what am I supposed to do? I hope she has the radio on the the car ride. She does not look like she is old enough to drive. I can't believe she actually made this suit it's so cool. Oh my god she is still looking at me.

"Shut up." I abruptly said. I stood up, my chair rolling backwards behind me and I walked over to a separate desk and fished around for a device.

"Come here," I said. Peter hesitated but soon appeared beside me. He looked down at the mess scattered across the desk. I opened a black box and grabbed a small chip, I watched it float through the air and into the small gun I held. I watched it levitate in the air and Peter had wide eyes.

"Whats that?" He asked with a frown, his emotions jumping from excitement to amazement and then back to fear in the small moment.

"Its a chip I am putting in the back of your neck so I don't have to hear what you are thinking because its driving me crazy," I spoke coldly.

"Um, okay," He said warily. I saw the small amount of fear in his eyes as he did a horrible job at trying to hide it.

That gun looks so scary look at how big that needle is, what if it isn't what she says it is? What if she's not even Tony's daughter? She doesn't even call him dad. Is that going to hurt? She is actually going to kill me with that thing.

"Peter, its going to hurt you just relax," I rolled my eyes and plunged the needle into the skin of the back of his neck, the needle was farely large and made him bleed.

"Ow," He whined going to put his hand to the wound but I hit it away and brushed my thumb against the blood and the wound instantly healed.

"What did you jus-" Peter spoke running his fingers over the smooth-undamaged skin.

"Whoa," He exhaled. I dumped the gun on the desk and begun to walk away, towards the door.

"Hey! Wait up," He said running towards me at the door.