Bucky's shadow {1}

Thank you

*This one is a little shorter than some (966) words...I hope you like it! Enjoy!*

"I don't know how you get out of this jam" I say as Tony opens his mouth and shuts it again. "If this doesn't mess anything up about your dimensions reality and your reality is close to the fake reality in mine then yes, I know your futures. To an extent."

"Small girl, I do not wish to cause you offense, but how do I know what you say is true."

"What's the last battle you all fought in?" 

"Ultron, we- Tony and Bruce made Ultron." Steve says 

"Tony was going to make another "Ultron" who really turned out to be Vision, Tony said 'That's the endgame up there. How are you planning on beating that?' and Steve you told him 'Together' Tony you were cautious having already fallen out of the worm hole in New York so you said 'We'll loose' But Steve, you're hard headed so you told him 'Then we'll do that together to.'" They have a mix of shock and amazement on their faces. "Never forget those words." I say turning around and heading back down the staircase. 

I can feel their eyes on my back, but I ignore them. There isn't any food in the fridge any more, I was supposed to be moving out before that happened. I sigh moving to the sink and heating up water on the stove. I move to one of the cabinets and pull out the last tea bag. I hold it in my hands for a second, as though it were a beautiful  piece of jewelry. Something I shouldn't let go. Finally my stomach wins, and I tear the wrapper off of it. The others. It's not just me anymore. I turn and there they are. All of the Avengers sitting in my house. Silently, taking everything in. I walk back up the stairs, gathering a few left over blankets and bringing them back. I give one to a pair. Clint and Nat, Thor and Bruce, Bucky and Steve. I let Tony have mine. As I go I can feel Sebas-Bucky's eyes on me. Watching my every move. I can't bare to look at him. I can't. I go back into the kitchen opening every cabinet again and again praying something will appear. Nothing does. I turn to do one more lap around the kitchen, only to see Steve standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. 

"Hi Captain Rogers." I whisper still awed that this could really be happening. That and the fact that I'm embarrassed to no end that I have nothing to offer them.

"Please...just Steve." 

"Alright, Steve...uh, can I help you with anything?" 

He doesn't answer me at first, simply just stares, but then he snaps out of it "Oh, we just wanted to say thank you."

"For what?" I ask

"You saved us from the cold, gave a us blankets so we would be warm." 

Is Captain America thanking me for saving him? Yep, this is definitely a crazy day. 

"It's..I'm afraid I don't have much more than that." Steve looks at me confused, I sigh and look down. He's Captain America. He won't judge me.

"I was-child services was supposed to pick me up today. Then suddenly I'm meeting the people who weren't even supposed to be real and I have nothing to give them. Nothing, but a couple of old blankets that I accidently forgot." I say rambling. My hands gesturing wildly in the air. Steve takes a step closer to me then reconsiders. 

"Why would child services take you?" He asks 

"After...after Sebastian died, my mother wouldn't stop drinking. My dad, well my dad left. I guess he was just really done with everything. My mom died last week. Kidney failure. I don't have any one and since I'm 17 no one is going to want me." His face looks sad so I try and reassure him as best I can. My hero pitying me? Not what I wanted. "That's alright though. I'll be  out of the foster care system soon.I will only have to last a year. Maybe even less if someone adopts me." I say quickly attempting to recover. Before he can say anything though the lights begin to flicker, slowly but surely turning back on.

"Yes! hahah! Yes!" I laugh. I go right over to the heating system and crank the heat up. I look over to the living room and the others just stare at me small smiles on their faces. 

"Alright, I have no food." I admit making their faces turn down, in what I think is disappointment. "Yeah, sorry about that. Two options though. We could try to get to the store, or we can stay here." They look at each other for a minute before looking me up and down. It makes me incredibly self conscious. My mother may have been a drunk but at least she was sometimes sober enough to give me money or bring me a meal. After she died I didn't have to go to school again until they relocated me, which meant I had to feed myself. Something, I was having a hard time doing and it's definitely made me look unhealthy thin. 

"We go to the store." Bucky announces standing up. 

I'm startled by his firm decision. "Are you guys hungary?" I ask making sure that the decision wasn't being made just because of me. 

"Yeah I could do with some food." Clint says getting up and walking over to where Bucky is. Both of them searching through a small pile of coats to put on. Soon the whole team is standing. 

"Hell, we might as well all go." Tony says smirking. I sure hope someone has money.