their wolf ( Loki X oc )

Chapter six

POV: Bucky

We were all surprised when she just strolled in to the compound, I mean who wouldn't be? Here we expected her to break in and sneak her way to the glass prison, if not to search the whole tower, but no, she just strolled right in, through the compound, by us and into the glass box immediately plopping down on the ground,  when we came to Nat and Sam jumped up and entered her cell quickly closing the door the girl rolled her eyes, Nat pulled her up by her shoulder, the girl still didn't resist, and locked her hands behind her back, before leading her to the interrogation room, and pushing her down on a chair the girl just smirked, clearly not scared or worried in the least, Tony turned on the speaker in the observation room so we could hear everything that happened behind the one way glass or mirror, what ever.
     Nat sat across from her so we could see the girl's face and Nats back, then she started the interrogation
" Who are you?"
The girl didn't answer silently laughing, and to be honest, it was unnerving,
Nat sighed and tried again, this time changing the way she worded the question
" What's your name?"
The girl just shook her head smiling
Nat was starting to lose her cool we all could see that, she tried again, but a different question
" What's so funny"
The girl just smirked, and Nat having had enough rounded the table and punched in the face, the girl didn't even try to doge Clint rushed to pull Nat out and away from the girl who smirked again and staring right at us used her tongue to wipe away some of the blood spilling from her nose, It was scary, like she knew she had nothing to worry about, I stood up
" I want to have a go"
I had noticed that she hadn't made a single sound, and I wanted to find out if my theory was correct, I picked up a towel as I made my way to the room on the other side of the glass, when I entered I came up to her and wiped off the blood, and touched her nose, to my surprise it wasn't brocken, I frowned but sat down where Nat was sitting just a few minutes ago, she smiled and stared at me, I smiled back, thinking about the contrast she had with in herself, her pose screamed dominance while her eyes whisper submission, I decided to ask a question that, If my theory was correct she should be able to answer
" How old are you маленькая?"( Little one)
She smiled and I could hear as she banged the metal of her cuffs against the metal of her chair, eighteen times, I nodded then asked the question that was bothering me
"Are you mute?"
She nodded and even the glass couldn't hide the shocked grasps that came from the team, she shouldn't have heard it but the expression on her face said otherwise, interesting.....