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Eye of the Hurricane - 1

Bob Reynolds X black fem reader

A/N - reader is Wakandan. Her family had names, but you choose how they look. Reader is Ayo’s sister. Reader is described to wear a bonnet/scarf on missions

Warnings - mature language, violence, blood, drowning, illness? Does that need a warning? Mentions of abuse, suicide, and overdosing.

The hum of the outreach center faded as the vibranium doors slid shut behind you. Another day of mediating disputes, guiding young minds, and reminding the world that Wakanda was not simply a beacon—but a boundary.

You hadn’t even unwrapped the shawl from your shoulders when you saw the familiar black SUV idling at the curb.

Bucky Barnes was leaning against the hood, arms folded, eyes half-hidden beneath his tousled hair. His vibranium arm gleamed faintly in the sun, a gift your country had made for him. Your sister Ayo still called him White Wolf, but you had other names in mind.

“You’re late,” you said as you approached.

“I’m early,” Bucky replied. “You’re just always on time.”

You slid into the passenger seat without another word. The car moved forward with a low growl of the engine, and the silence stretched comfortably for a while—until Bucky broke it.

“They’re a mess.”

“I know. I read their file.”

He sighed. “Alright. Quick run-down. You ready?”

You nodded, fingers tapping the edge of the console.

“Yelena works better alone. She’s brilliant, lethal, and talks to her Guinea Pig more than any of us. I respect it.”

“Guinea Pig?”

“Don’t ask. Anyways, Alexei—Red Guardian—he’s… enthusiastic. Tries to force bonding exercises. Made us do trust falls last week.”

You blinked. “Did you catch him?”

“I didn’t participate.”

“Mm.”

“John Walker—”

“Ayo told me about him. Called him an ass.”

“Yeah. He thinks he’s in charge. Looks at himself in the mirror like he’s the second coming of Steve Rogers. Ava hates him.”

“Don’t blame her.”

He gave you a look. “Ava’s trying. But she doesn’t work with anyone she doesn’t respect. And she doesn’t respect anyone.”

You hum, before asking about the one he forgot to mention. “And Robert?”

Bucky’s hands tightened on the wheel. The car shifted lanes.

“Bob’s… scared. Doesn’t say much. Doesn’t do much. He’s powerful—beyond what anyone understands. He flat out refuses to do any training because he’s scared he’s gonna hurt someone. Very timid and jumpy.”

You looked out the window, watching the landscape shift from city streets to a more remote, secure perimeter. Towering steel and glass rose ahead—the new Avengers facility.

“So,” you said, “a loner, a failed Captain America, a hyperactive Soviet, a bitter ghost, and a god in self-exile. And you want me to turn them into a team?”

He gave you a sideways glance. “You made me better, didn’t you?”

You scoffed. “You needed a bath and boundaries. That wasn’t hard.”

He actually laughed.

But as the car approached the gates, your smile faded, replaced by something steadier. Quieter.

“They’re not going to like me,” you murmured.

“Nope,” Bucky agreed. “But they’ll listen to you. Eventually.”

“No they won’t.”

“No, they won’t.” He sighed.

•••

The elevator was silent save for the soft hum as it climbed. You leaned casually against the wall, watching the numbers tick upward.

“This place is impressive,” you murmured, eyes scanning the sleek paneling. “Shuri would be losing her mind right now. She’d probably try to scan everything before declaring it inefficient.”

Bucky chuckled beside you.

“She’d challenge Tony to a tech duel if he were still alive,” you added.

“She’d win,” he replied.

You gave him a sly look. “Obviously.”

The elevator dinged.

And then chaos.

The doors slid open into a modern, open-concept living room—and total pandemonium.

Yelena stood with her arms folded, eyebrows drawn, her accent sharp and slicing as she argued with John Walker, who was pointing with that infuriating confidence only men like him could muster. Ava was on the other side, jaw clenched, eyes blazing, practically vibrating with suppressed rage.

“I don’t take orders from you,” Ava snapped.

“You’re on a team, not a solo mission anymore—” John barked.

“You’re not the damn leader,” Yelena cut in, throwing a hand between them. “You’re just loud. There’s a difference.”

Off to the side, Alexei watched the spectacle with a bowl of Wheaties in one hand and a bemused expression.

“We must work together,” he announced through a mouthful of cereal. “Like family. Like Avengers! You know, they do the trust falls!”

You stepped out of the elevator without flinching.

“Should I come back in five minutes?” you asked dryly.

All heads turned.

The room went very still—except for the sound of Alexei crunching loudly.

“Who’s that?” John asked, still scowling.

“Someone smarter than you,” Yelena muttered.

You ignored both of them. Your eyes swept the room once, cataloging body language, friction, and power dynamics like instinct.

Then you saw him.

In the kitchen, away from the shouting, Bob Reynolds stood alone.

He didn’t look up. Didn’t move. Just kept his hands braced on the counter like he needed it to anchor him.

You let your eyes linger for a beat.

Then looked away.

“Alright,” you said, clapping your hands once. “I see this is going to be even more fun than I thought.”

“Who are you, exactly?” John snapped.

“Your new therapist,” you said with a flat smile. “Y/N L/N. From the Wakandan Outreach Center in New York. And apparently, your only chance at functioning as something vaguely resembling a team.”

“Now,” you said, turning toward Bob briefly before facing the others again, “someone tell me which one of you started the fire in the training room.”

A beat of silence.

Then Alexei raised his spoon.

“I said we should not use the flamethrowers indoors… but no one listens to Red Guardian.”

This is going to be fun.

A/N. I know it’s kinda short but I’ll be writing more once school lets out Friday

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