Running From the Devil

Enemies

Bucky

She was no longer the most beautiful Goddess he had ever laid eyes on. She was now the biggest pain in the ass.

It had been 3 days since we brought the mysterious woman back to the Avengers Compound in New York, and she refused to speak to anyone. We didn't lock her up by any means, but we had Wanda and Vision keep an eye on her when others were asleep or out. 

The Compound served as a home to many of us who didn't have one.

I had attempted to stay in an apartment uptown, but with work being the way it was, it just made it easier to stay here. Steve, Nat, Wanda, Vision, and I were the only ones who lived here, each equipped with our own bedrooms to fit our special needs. But since her highness was staying here until further notice, we drew straws, and go figure I lost my bedroom. Now I was crashing on the couch and she was turning my room upside down.

I had no way to go into my room to get clean clothes for two days, she locked herself in there. Refused to come out to eat or even get water. Not that it would be a big deal, only mine and Nat's room had their own adjoining bathroom. 

How long could a person go without water?

Going into Steve's room, I rummaged his drawer's until I pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants, but to no avail, no clean shirts. 

"Fuck."

Slipping out of the dirty clothes I had been wearing since we got back, I slipped on the sweatpants and walked out to the kitchen barefoot.

Nat arched her eyebrow at me as she wolf whistled at me.

Giving her a sarcastic smile, I flipped her off.

"I'm out of clean clothes."

"Don't you have any in your room?" Steve took a bite of his wheat toast, eyeing the familiar sweatpants that hung around my waist.

"Yes! I do! But that... that woman, hasn't come out!"

"Geeze, don't have a cow man," I hated when Nat threw Simpson references at me, she would watch that damn show with Clint whenever he came over.

Pushing my hair out of my face, I let out an exasperated breath. 

Before Steve said anything to me, his eyes opened up in surprise, we all turned in the general direction he was looking at to see that mystery woman standing there with a pair of my shorts and Metallica tee shirt. 

Her eyes darted around the room nervously, the smallest gesture of her hand holding her stomach told me she was hungry.

"Are you hungry?" When she didn't answer, I asked her a little more loudly.

"ARE YOU HUNGRY?"

She took a step back by the loudness in my voice. She quickly pulled herself together as she rolled her eyes. Her hands then began to move at a 100 miles a minute, she was signing.

"She says she's not deaf, she just cannot speak."

"That's a lot of hand gestures for just 9 words," Steve mumbled as he continued to eat his breakfast.