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Hi! This is my attempt to write for Kate’s @real-jane Follower Celebration! It feels like years since I’ve written anything, so I’m very happy that you helped me stretch my writing juices a little bit. I hope this will make sense, if not - I’m stil happy that I managed to write this!
Also, I hope you will accept my own character that I’ve been basing my works in progress on, Leah is so great and I love her to bits x
Type of Healing: Through psychic/emotional control superpowers of OC!Leah Novak
Pairing/characters: Bucky Barnes, OC!Leah Novak, Peter Parker, Sam Wilson
Warnings: hurt, trauma, No Way Home aftermath (that’s a warning for me)
Words count: 749 (Please forgive me the 24 above the limit!)
Public events, sponsored and endorsed by the government, were the most uncomfortable sceneries for Bucky and Leah. He was avoiding the public judgement with all his leftover patience, and Leah couldn’t stand the fabricated atmosphere of pride and empowerment. Yet, they stood on the side of the biggest lecture hall at the New York University, with fake smiles plastered to their faces as Sam Wilson gave another speech of the month.
“Remind me please, what educational value do we bring to these students today?” Her whisper gets lost in the crowd’s laughter and ovation, but he hears it vividly. It draws a low chuckle out of him and he shakes his head in disbelief.
“Inclusivity, sense of community, and life wisdom.”
“I can imagine these quotes on the merchandise already. Add a NYU logo and you’ll be a rich man by the end of the year.” She smirked up at him and held his shiny gaze for a millisecond. He was itching to get out of the room full of horny teenagers and overly excited young adults, she could feel the annoyance peeking through his aura. “Wanna sneak out before the Q&A?”
And so, they did, right after Sam finished off his last anecdote that adorned his lecture. They lowered their heads as the hands of the students shot up to the sky, begging for their question to be chosen by the one and only, Captain America.
They walked side by side across the hall, timidly brushing their pinky fingers in a teasing game. The exchange of short looks between the two and the security guards was a formality, and Leah lead them to a small patio. Trimmed grass, a dozen of flowerpots, an experimental greenhouse and a few worn-out benches made the area calm enough for them to release the unwanted tension. But they were not alone.
A lean, composed young man was packing up a professional camera gear with a sorrow look in his eyes. Leah’s senses went on a haywire trip around her whole body; she could feel how his heart rate sky-rocketed when they both noticed him, as if he was able to sense them, too. She could feel his hands shaking, his heart skipping in something between fear and disappointment.
“Oh, hi! Uh, Sergeant Barnes, Le-uh, Ms. Novak… I-uh, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to interrupt you here,” his nervous, but deliberate rambling made Leah open up to her emotional curiosity. A blue hue flashed across her orbs when she allowed herself to gather his feelings and connect a few puzzle pieces together.
Bucky saw her do her ominous magic trick, so he attempted to play along.
“Don’t worry man, we were just exploring.” He sent a polite smile his way. “Are you studying here?”
“No, uh… I’m with Daily Bugle,” he waved around with his little press badge that was already glued together twice. “covering for Cap’s speech. Captain America’s, I mean. Sorry.” He stuttered and laughed nervously. The two approached him in a safe distance, but Leah took two steps closer than Bucky.
“What’s your name?” She asked curiously, still unable to grasp all the strings of his emotional state at once. He was heavily distressed, cornered by grief and sorrow.
“Uh, Peter Parker, ma’am.”
“Peter Parker. Sounds very familiar.” Leah smiled up at him and waited until he was brave enough to look up at her. She looked into his scared eyes and focused all her attention on him; she offered a handshake. Peter took a shaky breath and smiled back at Leah. She knew it was a sad smile.
Once she touched his hand, the blue sparks enveloped their weave.
“Can you let me in, Peter? I want to help you. I can ease your pain.”
Reserved at first, now he wanted to comply with all she could tell him. It has been weeks since he talked to anyone who knew him before Stephen Strange’s spell. He wanted to cry his eyes out as soon as he saw the pair, but instead Leah did it; her eyes spilled heavy teardrops as she embraced his hurt mind.
Peter couldn’t stop but think of all the memories that he had with Leah: the trainings, the check ups at the Avengers Compound, the shared battlefield. He showed her all that happened in the past months, feeling the heaviness lift up from his heart. His lip trembled at the realization that Leah will now remember him.
I’d love to participate in your challenge if I may :) I’m a fiend for poetry and I have no idea what I shall choose, which means reading more poetry. A win all around!
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Sweet Fire
Make You Whole
Quickie
Far Away
Pressure
(4 & 5 are pure filth I have posted over on AO3, idk if i'll ever post them here)