[I hate when I misspell something and no one tells me 😭]

“I’m here! I got you…”

Yelena heaved, practically sliding across the floor before she reached you. The others followed close behind, pulling you away from the shadowy figure waiting for the moment you’d tick. It was an uncomfortable feeling, the difference between the warmth of an actual humanly embrace and the near freezing metal of Bucky’s prosthetic.

“You’re not alone anymore,”

Yelena reassured, holding you close as you crash landed onto the chilly and bumpy pavement. The bang! that followed was either a bone fracturing or possibly your phone that you forgot to leave at home.

It was actually neither of those things, you’d soon find out. It was the clambering of cameras and mics being shoved in all directions, leaving you and the others confused and irked at the unwanted attention.