A little something I’ve been thinking of making a full story. (Also, I’m still alive)
Music was always apart your life. You always seemed to dance along to your own beat as you made your way through. It was dance, though, that gave your life meaning and brought you into the Avengers. Your style of fighting, both using dance as well as pitting the music against your opponent, quickly put you at the head of the pack at SHIELD academy. When your year was doing your showcase, it was the taunting bigger guy who got caught in the beat of a pop song that gave you the upper hand and let you win the battle. Your take down of your much larger opponent isolated you in Phil Coulson’s eyes as his new mentee.
It was classical music that was playing when Natasha first talked to you. You had brought out your pointe shoes to practice once again raising yourself to your toes. Your feet and toes had long since become bruised and bloody, but yet you still pushed yourself. You refused to forget the style that had enamored you when you were younger. Natasha had found you on the floor, holding back tears, trying to push yourself up again. Her voice was quiet and thick with her accent, but she still gave you a few pointers. She continued to give you those pointers and you started to build a friendship with her, just to have somebody there when the missions end to bond with. You were with her while she became more comfortable with herself and in SHIELD.
The first time Steve Rogers met you was when you were playing your workout playlist, a combination of songs that pumped you up from all your favorite genres. He saw you wreaking havoc on a nearby punching bag at 2 AM to the beat of the song. With each beat another punch was unleashed. At the end of the song you flipped around to find the soldier and you tried to give him some apology if you had breached some of his privacy, yet he still assuaged you. It became a ritual that the two of you would fight alongside in the wee hours of the morning as the both of you tried to punch the demons out of your head. You created playlists that would introduce Steve to some of your favorite music that had been created since he went in the ice. He became more comfortable in the beats of your favorite music. You kept fighting in the morning until you officially were put by SHIELD to fight together in a team.
You let the beat overtake you when you fought against the organization that gave you a home.
Your favorite music was always played with Sam. The two of you would make megaplaylists as you went on road trips cross country searching for a ghost of a man. The beats of one song would flow into each other as you sang your hearts out on the interstate. You stopped to find leads and as you stood on the opposite door of the man, you drew Sam away with lyrics and new songs. The two of you found friendship in the roadtrips, often having your own jokes that would fly over Steve’s head when the two of you would catch up with the Captain. You and Sam’s friendship was founded on laughter, smiles, and a search, but when the two of you would lay in your beds in a hotel room, waiting for sleep to overtake you, Sam would mumble the lyrics of your favorite songs to you, lulling you to sleep with his deep voice.
When you babysat for Clint, there would always be music playing throughout his house. That was how you got his daughter over her fear of thunderstorms. You cranked the music through his house until you could hear it from the outside over the rain. You danced in the rain with his daughter and his son was quick to follow. The three of you danced in the downpour, letting the water stick your hair to your forehead. The three of you smiled and laughed. When Laura and Clint finally got home, the three of you were a dripping mess in the foyer. Laura couldn’t stop laughing, but Clint got you three towels grumbling about the mess you were making, but would secretly hide a smile from you.
Tony tried to claim your musicality when he first found your fighting style. He saw you hack a speaker system and play 80s rock through the speakers and he was hooked. You always laughed it off, but when it came to fighting in the field with the Avengers, you let Tony pick the music. You knew it would piss Steve off a lot of the time, but you would smile at Steve and tell him whoever had the tech could pick the music. Steve tried to figure out how Tony’s tech worked so he could pick the music for once during the fight, but Tony caught him and laughed, calling him a grandpa, but the next mission the music changed from Tony’s picks to Steve’s, a silent agreement between the two leaders.
The new members were not aware of your fighting style. It seemed to catch Rhodey, Wanda, and Vision off guard when you started to play music at the beginning of each training session. They seemed to get used to it as time wore on, even requesting music. Rhodey would request hard rock, showing why he and Tony were friends. Wanda picked music from Sokovia. She would softly sing along to the tunes as she tried to brandish and get hold of her true power. You had assumed Vision would pick Sokovian tunes, trying make his way further into the witch’s heart or maybe even techno music for obvious reasons, but he always chose classical. When you asked him about his choice, he said he was attracted to the math that classical tunes provided. Your music played through the training area, others put in their input (mainly Sam), but tunes flowed from one genre to another to please each of the people in the gym.
You had always assumed 40s swing would calm down Bucky. When he first came to you after his escape from Hydra, you tried that. In some cases it worked to sway with your great Uncle to music from his previous life, but not every time. He seemed to prefer music that was taken from one era and put into another. You assumed he felt some kin to the songs, a man in another time. You played those through your apartment and laughed as Bucky tried to figure out where the time went since he was himself. When the two of you were found out, Steve brandishing his glare like a knife, you ignored him to bring Bucky back with the changed music. When Bucky went into his cryostate, a song seemed to play in your head. A song that called for change.
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