FIC Creeping Worry
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Title: Creeping Worry
Characters: Ariana Barton, James Barnes, Sean, Melissa
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: James decides to surprise Ariana at school and ends up in a situation that he should have thought twice about.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: the comics, movies, for my series (pretty much you should have seen them and been reading)
Warnings: James is a creeper, he should think twice, Ariana can take care of herself, she’s her parents’ daughter, Tony makes the best toys
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, according to Clint Ariana doesn’t belong to me either. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: Okay so I know and realize there is probably going to be some outcry with what is eventually going to happen with this series. And with Ariana. I’m going to fudge the timeline/ages a bit eventually. But I also know with the background/knowledge of my character—she’s not going to be satisfied with anything less than what is going to happen. And that’s all I’m going to say about it right now. For now…Ariana is 16 here. Also yay! Second story from my list finished this month! So happy. And the most words finished all month!
Twelve Years After the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“I’m just saying; it seems like you miss more days lately than you attend,” Melissa commented as they reached the doors of the school.
Ariana shrugged and shifted her backpack, reaching out to snag Sean by the arm and redirect him towards the exit. “It’s not like I don’t do the work. Or like I’m really missing anything. Half this stuff I already know. It’s spending time with you guys that I miss.” She threw her arm around Sean’s shoulders as they started down the steps. “So are we going to the diner or not?”
“You don’t have to go right home? Or report…” Melissa was cut off by a sharp whistle that drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity.
Ariana grinned when she saw who had whistled and waved in response. “Hi, Jamie!” she called when he waved back.
“Who. Is. That?” Melissa demanded as Ariana started down the steps again, obviously headed in his direction.
“Um. My friend?” Ariana suggested.
“He’s a friend?” Sean asked. “On that? Do your parents know him? Mine would kill me.”
Ariana rolled her eyes as they reached the older man who was seated on his bike, watching them approach. She threw her arms around him. “When did you get back?” she demanded as she stepped back. “I thought you had another day.”
“Hey, Doll,” he replied. “This morning. Checked in and then thought I would surprise you when your dad said he had things to do.”
She frowned. “Is everything okay?”
James gripped her hand. “He’s fine. So’s your mom. I just thought I’d come pick you up. But if you have plans, I can see you at dinner.”
“Sean and Melissa and I were going to go down to Frank’s to get some fries. But I can go with them tomorrow,” Ariana explained.
“No, go with your friends,” James told her. “I’ll be home for a few days at least. And I’ll be at dinner tonight.”
Ariana looked torn for a minute before Melissa spoke up, “You could join us. I mean. If you’re a friend of Ariana’s and all.”
James shook his head. “Thank you for inviting me but it’s fine, I’ll see Ariana at dinner.”
Ariana shook the hand she was still holding. “Come with us, Jamie, please? Pretty please?”
Sean blinked. “Did you really just say ‘pretty please’?”
The other red-head rolled her eyes. “Yes. But don’t get too cocky about it. I don’t do it for very many people.”
The former Russian assassin smiled at her comment, tapping her on the nose. “And that’s what we love about you. But I don’t think I should go with you. It’s good for you to have some time with your friends.”
Ariana looked torn for a minute before letting go of James’s hand. “All right, but…”
“I will be at dinner,” he reiterated again. “If I get called out, and I won’t, I’ll send you a text.”
She darted in again and pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering for a second. “All right. But.”
“No buts, doll. Go and have fun with your friends. We’ll do something tomorrow.” His words drew a grin from her. “Don’t even think about it. Something your father approves.”
“Suuuure, Jamie,” Ariana agreed, before waving and slipping her arms through Melissa and Sean’s. “Come on, you two. Let’s go get our fries.”
Melissa tugged on Ariana’s arm as soon as they were out of earshot. “So who is he?” she demanded.
“Yes, Ri,” Sean added. “Who’s tall, dark, and deadly? And does your father know you’re kissing and hanging on him?”
“Now why would you think Jamie is deadly?” Ariana questioned. “He’s a big pussycat.”
Sean snorted. “That’s like saying Captain America didn’t fight the Nazis. Or punch Hitler.”
“Weeeell, aaaactually. He didn’t exactly punch Hitler.” Ariana rubbed the back of her neck. “At least not the real Hitler. He did fight Hydra and the Nazis though.”
“And you know this why?” Melissa asked.
“Classified,” Ariana answered promptly. She rolled her eyes at the twin glares she got in response. “Yeah. I know. Sorry.”
Sean just looked at her for a minute. “So you’re saying Mr. B knows him? And approves of you spending time with him?”
“Yes, See, Daddy knows him.” Ariana sighed. “I wouldn’t exactly say he approves of me spending time with him, but he’s an old friend of Mom’s so he doesn’t exactly discourage it either.”
“Your mother has some very interesting friends,” Melissa commented as they pushed the door open to enter Frank’s.
“Don’t I know it,” Ariana muttered under her breath.
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James settled into his hide, having found a good vantage point to see into the diner and also watch most of the street and the main door. He could see Ariana sitting inside, laughing with her friends; something eased inside him to see her safe. He often felt the need to watch over her when he was in New York, an old urge that hadn’t gone away from when he couldn’t protect Natasha. And now that she had something good in her life, he felt the need to help protect it.
As he watched, she got to her feet, saying something to the other two teenagers at the table. James shifted as she headed towards the door, preparing to get to his feet. She paused at the cash register, clearly paying her bill and chatting with the girl there. She turned as she finished, waving and calling to her two friends before heading out the door.
Before she had gone more than a few steps down the street, James had swung down from his hide to shadow her; leaving his motorcycle where he parked it. He hadn’t gone more than a few steps when Ariana spun around, holding her right hand out not unlike Stark with one of his repulsors. She dropped her hand when she saw who was behind her. “Damn it, Jamie. I could have hurt you.”
James raised an eyebrow at her comment and her words. “Does your father know you talk like that? And what do you mean ‘could have hurt’ me?”
“Seriously? My father taught me most of the swear words I know. And Mom taught me the really good ones in Russian. As for hurting you…” Ariana spun on her heel, lifting her hand again. A moment later a blast shot out from it and she nearly exploded the garbage can sitting in the alley. “Did you honestly think Dad or Unca Tony would let me out of the Tower unarmed? A bow is a tad obvious, but Unca Tony does love his toys. He made me SERA when I was twelve. And he’s been improving it every year. Besides, it might not be common knowledge that I’m the daughter of Hawkeye and Black Widow, but, well, it is common knowledge that I live in the Tower.”
“So what you’re saying is I don’t need to worry about you?” he asked.
“You don’t need to do the creepy stalker thing,” she answered. “You can worry about me all you want. I know Mom and Dad do.”
James looked from her to the garbage can and back again before reaching out and taking her hand, turning it over to see the miniature repulsor on her palm. “Where does it…? What do you do with it? Does it just sit there all the time?” he asked.
“SERA, hibernation mode,” Ariana ordered. The repulsor on her palm folded up and changed shape until it wrapped around her wrist, now looking like nothing more than a fancy bracelet. “Looks pretty innocuous normally.”
James shook his head. “And I thought his dad was good with the gadgets.” He reached forward, taking her wrist gently to examine the bracelet. “Yeah, okay, I guess you really aren’t in any danger.”
“Not from your average mugger anyway,” Ariana confirmed. “So really there’s no need to follow me. SERA can even report my location if I’m in trouble.”
“Astounding.”
Ariana grinned. “Unca Tony does love his gadgets.”
James nodded, feeling no need to give another response. “So since I’m here…”
“Since you stalked me,” Ariana corrected.
“Am I forgiven enough that I could give you a lift home?” James finished.
The teenager considered it for a minute before grinning at him again. “All right, I suppose so. But. No more stalking me.”
James held up his hands. “I have no wish to be hit by a repulsor. I get hit enough by those in practice.”
“Awesome. Where’s your bike?”
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Couple of blocks back.”
“Well, let’s go then.” She indicated that he should get moving in the right direction.
James grinned, shaking his head. “Just as bossy as your mother.”
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“Never said it was, Doll.” James tugged on her ponytail as she came even with him. “Never said it was.”
Ariana leaned up against him for a minute before nudging him to get moving. “Any idea what we’re having for dinner?”
“Nope, but I think it’s Steve’s turn to cook,” James answered.
“Ah, so it’ll be edible, filling, and recognizable,” Ariana said.
“Are you making fun of my best friend’s cooking?” James teased.
“I would not!” Ariana protested with a laugh. “Besides I’ve eaten Dad’s experiments.”
James shuddered. “So have I. And C-Rats. Trust me; Steve’s cooking is a delight.”
“So,” Ariana said as they began to walk back towards where James had left his motorcycle, “which is worse…C-Rats or MREs? Inquiring minds want to know.”
James chuckled, tugging on her ponytail again. “I’m not sure there’s an actual answer to that question, Doll.”
Ariana giggled, skipping a little to keep up with James’s longer legs. “Well, you have to think of one or I’ll tell Captain to have you help cook.”
“Then we’re definitely looking at a kitchen fire. Worse than when your dad attempted Hibachi.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.” At his look, Ariana sighed. “Okay so it’s good that one of Unca Tony’s gadgets is fire suppression systems?” She shrugged. “Dad likes… Well, no, Mom likes knives, but Dad seemed to think it was a good idea at the time.”
“Doll, knives and it was a good idea at the time should never go together,” James imparted that wisdom as they reached his motorcycle. He unlatched the helmets and handed one to Ariana.
“Hey, I never said it was my good idea. Mom taught me knife safety before I was big enough to hold one.”
“Good.” James swung a leg over the motorcycle, giving her a hand into place behind him. “Hang tight, Doll.” Ariana whooped as he pulled out into traffic, holding tightly to James’s waist. He grinned at the reaction.
Characters: Ariana Barton, James Barnes, Sean, Melissa
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series: Assassin Baby
Written For:
Prompt:
Summary: James decides to surprise Ariana at school and ends up in a situation that he should have thought twice about.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: the comics, movies, for my series (pretty much you should have seen them and been reading)
Warnings: James is a creeper, he should think twice, Ariana can take care of herself, she’s her parents’ daughter, Tony makes the best toys
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, according to Clint Ariana doesn’t belong to me either. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: Okay so I know and realize there is probably going to be some outcry with what is eventually going to happen with this series. And with Ariana. I’m going to fudge the timeline/ages a bit eventually. But I also know with the background/knowledge of my character—she’s not going to be satisfied with anything less than what is going to happen. And that’s all I’m going to say about it right now. For now…Ariana is 16 here. Also yay! Second story from my list finished this month! So happy. And the most words finished all month!
Twelve Years After the Attempted Chitauri Invasion
“I’m just saying; it seems like you miss more days lately than you attend,” Melissa commented as they reached the doors of the school.
Ariana shrugged and shifted her backpack, reaching out to snag Sean by the arm and redirect him towards the exit. “It’s not like I don’t do the work. Or like I’m really missing anything. Half this stuff I already know. It’s spending time with you guys that I miss.” She threw her arm around Sean’s shoulders as they started down the steps. “So are we going to the diner or not?”
“You don’t have to go right home? Or report…” Melissa was cut off by a sharp whistle that drew the attention of everyone in the vicinity.
Ariana grinned when she saw who had whistled and waved in response. “Hi, Jamie!” she called when he waved back.
“Who. Is. That?” Melissa demanded as Ariana started down the steps again, obviously headed in his direction.
“Um. My friend?” Ariana suggested.
“He’s a friend?” Sean asked. “On that? Do your parents know him? Mine would kill me.”
Ariana rolled her eyes as they reached the older man who was seated on his bike, watching them approach. She threw her arms around him. “When did you get back?” she demanded as she stepped back. “I thought you had another day.”
“Hey, Doll,” he replied. “This morning. Checked in and then thought I would surprise you when your dad said he had things to do.”
She frowned. “Is everything okay?”
James gripped her hand. “He’s fine. So’s your mom. I just thought I’d come pick you up. But if you have plans, I can see you at dinner.”
“Sean and Melissa and I were going to go down to Frank’s to get some fries. But I can go with them tomorrow,” Ariana explained.
“No, go with your friends,” James told her. “I’ll be home for a few days at least. And I’ll be at dinner tonight.”
Ariana looked torn for a minute before Melissa spoke up, “You could join us. I mean. If you’re a friend of Ariana’s and all.”
James shook his head. “Thank you for inviting me but it’s fine, I’ll see Ariana at dinner.”
Ariana shook the hand she was still holding. “Come with us, Jamie, please? Pretty please?”
Sean blinked. “Did you really just say ‘pretty please’?”
The other red-head rolled her eyes. “Yes. But don’t get too cocky about it. I don’t do it for very many people.”
The former Russian assassin smiled at her comment, tapping her on the nose. “And that’s what we love about you. But I don’t think I should go with you. It’s good for you to have some time with your friends.”
Ariana looked torn for a minute before letting go of James’s hand. “All right, but…”
“I will be at dinner,” he reiterated again. “If I get called out, and I won’t, I’ll send you a text.”
She darted in again and pressed a kiss to his cheek, lingering for a second. “All right. But.”
“No buts, doll. Go and have fun with your friends. We’ll do something tomorrow.” His words drew a grin from her. “Don’t even think about it. Something your father approves.”
“Suuuure, Jamie,” Ariana agreed, before waving and slipping her arms through Melissa and Sean’s. “Come on, you two. Let’s go get our fries.”
Melissa tugged on Ariana’s arm as soon as they were out of earshot. “So who is he?” she demanded.
“Yes, Ri,” Sean added. “Who’s tall, dark, and deadly? And does your father know you’re kissing and hanging on him?”
“Now why would you think Jamie is deadly?” Ariana questioned. “He’s a big pussycat.”
Sean snorted. “That’s like saying Captain America didn’t fight the Nazis. Or punch Hitler.”
“Weeeell, aaaactually. He didn’t exactly punch Hitler.” Ariana rubbed the back of her neck. “At least not the real Hitler. He did fight Hydra and the Nazis though.”
“And you know this why?” Melissa asked.
“Classified,” Ariana answered promptly. She rolled her eyes at the twin glares she got in response. “Yeah. I know. Sorry.”
Sean just looked at her for a minute. “So you’re saying Mr. B knows him? And approves of you spending time with him?”
“Yes, See, Daddy knows him.” Ariana sighed. “I wouldn’t exactly say he approves of me spending time with him, but he’s an old friend of Mom’s so he doesn’t exactly discourage it either.”
“Your mother has some very interesting friends,” Melissa commented as they pushed the door open to enter Frank’s.
“Don’t I know it,” Ariana muttered under her breath.
James settled into his hide, having found a good vantage point to see into the diner and also watch most of the street and the main door. He could see Ariana sitting inside, laughing with her friends; something eased inside him to see her safe. He often felt the need to watch over her when he was in New York, an old urge that hadn’t gone away from when he couldn’t protect Natasha. And now that she had something good in her life, he felt the need to help protect it.
As he watched, she got to her feet, saying something to the other two teenagers at the table. James shifted as she headed towards the door, preparing to get to his feet. She paused at the cash register, clearly paying her bill and chatting with the girl there. She turned as she finished, waving and calling to her two friends before heading out the door.
Before she had gone more than a few steps down the street, James had swung down from his hide to shadow her; leaving his motorcycle where he parked it. He hadn’t gone more than a few steps when Ariana spun around, holding her right hand out not unlike Stark with one of his repulsors. She dropped her hand when she saw who was behind her. “Damn it, Jamie. I could have hurt you.”
James raised an eyebrow at her comment and her words. “Does your father know you talk like that? And what do you mean ‘could have hurt’ me?”
“Seriously? My father taught me most of the swear words I know. And Mom taught me the really good ones in Russian. As for hurting you…” Ariana spun on her heel, lifting her hand again. A moment later a blast shot out from it and she nearly exploded the garbage can sitting in the alley. “Did you honestly think Dad or Unca Tony would let me out of the Tower unarmed? A bow is a tad obvious, but Unca Tony does love his toys. He made me SERA when I was twelve. And he’s been improving it every year. Besides, it might not be common knowledge that I’m the daughter of Hawkeye and Black Widow, but, well, it is common knowledge that I live in the Tower.”
“So what you’re saying is I don’t need to worry about you?” he asked.
“You don’t need to do the creepy stalker thing,” she answered. “You can worry about me all you want. I know Mom and Dad do.”
James looked from her to the garbage can and back again before reaching out and taking her hand, turning it over to see the miniature repulsor on her palm. “Where does it…? What do you do with it? Does it just sit there all the time?” he asked.
“SERA, hibernation mode,” Ariana ordered. The repulsor on her palm folded up and changed shape until it wrapped around her wrist, now looking like nothing more than a fancy bracelet. “Looks pretty innocuous normally.”
James shook his head. “And I thought his dad was good with the gadgets.” He reached forward, taking her wrist gently to examine the bracelet. “Yeah, okay, I guess you really aren’t in any danger.”
“Not from your average mugger anyway,” Ariana confirmed. “So really there’s no need to follow me. SERA can even report my location if I’m in trouble.”
“Astounding.”
Ariana grinned. “Unca Tony does love his gadgets.”
James nodded, feeling no need to give another response. “So since I’m here…”
“Since you stalked me,” Ariana corrected.
“Am I forgiven enough that I could give you a lift home?” James finished.
The teenager considered it for a minute before grinning at him again. “All right, I suppose so. But. No more stalking me.”
James held up his hands. “I have no wish to be hit by a repulsor. I get hit enough by those in practice.”
“Awesome. Where’s your bike?”
He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. “Couple of blocks back.”
“Well, let’s go then.” She indicated that he should get moving in the right direction.
James grinned, shaking his head. “Just as bossy as your mother.”
“And that’s a bad thing, why?”
“Never said it was, Doll.” James tugged on her ponytail as she came even with him. “Never said it was.”
Ariana leaned up against him for a minute before nudging him to get moving. “Any idea what we’re having for dinner?”
“Nope, but I think it’s Steve’s turn to cook,” James answered.
“Ah, so it’ll be edible, filling, and recognizable,” Ariana said.
“Are you making fun of my best friend’s cooking?” James teased.
“I would not!” Ariana protested with a laugh. “Besides I’ve eaten Dad’s experiments.”
James shuddered. “So have I. And C-Rats. Trust me; Steve’s cooking is a delight.”
“So,” Ariana said as they began to walk back towards where James had left his motorcycle, “which is worse…C-Rats or MREs? Inquiring minds want to know.”
James chuckled, tugging on her ponytail again. “I’m not sure there’s an actual answer to that question, Doll.”
Ariana giggled, skipping a little to keep up with James’s longer legs. “Well, you have to think of one or I’ll tell Captain to have you help cook.”
“Then we’re definitely looking at a kitchen fire. Worse than when your dad attempted Hibachi.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad.” At his look, Ariana sighed. “Okay so it’s good that one of Unca Tony’s gadgets is fire suppression systems?” She shrugged. “Dad likes… Well, no, Mom likes knives, but Dad seemed to think it was a good idea at the time.”
“Doll, knives and it was a good idea at the time should never go together,” James imparted that wisdom as they reached his motorcycle. He unlatched the helmets and handed one to Ariana.
“Hey, I never said it was my good idea. Mom taught me knife safety before I was big enough to hold one.”
“Good.” James swung a leg over the motorcycle, giving her a hand into place behind him. “Hang tight, Doll.” Ariana whooped as he pulled out into traffic, holding tightly to James’s waist. He grinned at the reaction.