"She might not talk, but she can tell one hell of a story"
Dia doesn't talk by choice, only a few people know why. She communicates by sign language and so her friends were left with no choice but to learn the language so they can understand her.
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Dia fiddled with the golden chain of her necklace with one hand and smiled down at the text on her phone on her right hand. It's been a couple days since Tony and Dia had that chat. Tony went back to the compound and tried to patch things with Bucky. Dia thinks it went well by the looks of the text Tony sent her. She hopes that it stays like that and no trouble arises.
Dia sighed and stuffed her phone in the back pocket of her jeans. She crouched down on the stair bannister, camera in hand and up her face. She focused the lens and took pictures of people walking around in Grand Central Station.
She's been at the train station for almost two hours taking pictures. Dia likes to go to the tourist spots and capture the moment they look around in awe. She finds that when people are themselves and have no idea that their picture is being taken– she finds those pictures the most beautiful.
There's nothing more beautiful than the human form. The body, the emotion. That's why the Ancient Greeks loved the human body. To them the human form was the measure of all things, including beauty and the divine.
Dia jumped off the banister and walked around the station and blended in with the crowd. She took a couple more pictures but before she headed out, her phone dinged. She pulled it back out and smiled at the screen. A video message from the Bartons.
They obviously received the gifts Dia sent them a couple days ago. She would've gone to their nice little farm but she was having one of those days where she couldn't leave her room because of how bad she was feeling with her anxiety.
Dia smiled when she saw the Bartons happy faces on her screen, thanking her for the gifts and hoping to see her soon. She put her phone away and hummed a tune as she walked out of the station. The warm sun hit her face and she took in a deep breath. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her jacket and walked down the sidewalk.
Dia isn't like any New Yorker. She actually pays attention to people and isn't in a hurry like all the population of the city. Perhaps that's why she knows many food vendors and which ones are the best.
She looked up at the tall buildings, hundreds of windows and several feet high. Her eyes were glued to the building as she saw it begin to fall. The glass broke and flew everywhere. She could feel the ground shake and her heart began to beat quickly. She shut her eyes and pressed her back against a close by building. Dia took in deep steady breaths and dared to open her eyes. The building stood in place, tall and proud. It didn't fall, it didn't crumble. Dia's heart rate was still out of control and her hands shook lightly.
It's okay. It's okay. Don't panic. She told herself. But it wasn't okay. She felt herself begin to have an anxiety attack and felt scared and hopeless. Hell of a time to go out without Biscuit.
She slid down the wall and sat on the ground as she waited for the attack to pass. She lightly drummed her fingers on her thigh and stared out to the street. Walking usually helps, so she stood up and began to walk, no destination in mind.
