Welcome Home

Nothing is going on

You drenched shoes squelch as you walk back up the stairs, into your room, and into the bathroom. You glance at your soaking hair in the mirror and laugh to yourself. Yesterday you woke up in your apartment in Queens and today - if you wanted to - you could have easily kissed Captain America. What on earth is happening? You get in shower, get changed and walk back to your room. As you walk in, you see your Dad sat on the edge of your bed.

"So... Rogers?" He look slightly uncomfortable, but not anymore uncomfortable than someone having to have their first 'boy talk' with their long lost daughter.

"Dad!" Your jaw drops to the floor. Keeping in mind the last time you had a proper conversation with him was at the airport when you were 7 so the topic of 'are you sleeping with a grown man?' was definitely a new one. "Nothing is going on with Rogers." You incapability to lie was not something you had managed to shake in your years at boarding school.

"Yeah... of course there isn't." You start to awkwardly laugh and sit down next to him on the bed. He puts his arm around you and pats you on the shoulder. "It's just..." He lowers his voice, "Peter was pretty upset when he found out both of you had disappeared." The awkwardness was now just at another level that you couldn't deal with.

"Dad, can we please stop talking about this?" He laughs and stands up.

"Just don't go around breaking hearts." He smiles at you and you laugh slightly. As he walks out of the door, you hear very faintly: "You've turned three of my best men into little boys again."

"Three? Who?" You can tell he completely regrets saying anything. He turns around to you and leans on the the door frame.

"Well... it's not important. Forget I said anything." He rushes over to you and kisses you on the forehead. "Go to sleep. Big day tomorrow."

"Oh yeah, the party you didn't actually tell me about." He laughs and walks out.

"Goodnight, little Einstein."

As he leaves and shuts your door, you hear your phone go off. It's Peter.

Peter - what happened earlier?

You - what do you mean?

Peter - with Steve.

You - he showed me the grounds

Peter - was that it?

You - peter, what are you trying to say?

Peter - did you kiss him

You - no peter omg

You - peter?

You - hello?

After being ignored by Peter, you place your phone on your bedside table and drift off to sleep.

"Kid! Hey kid, wake up." You wake up to your Dad leant over you, shaking you awake.

"Oh hi Dad, what's up?" You stretch out and rub the sleep from your eyes. 

"No tutoring or training today. Nat and Wanda have decided to take you on a shopping trip." He walks around your bedroom opening blinds and allowing the morning sun to flood in.

"Really? Right I need to get ready. Thank you, Dad." You smile at him as you step out of bed and your feet touch the cold floor. He walks over to you and kisses you on the forehead.

"You deserve it. Have fun." He leaves the room and disappears into the wondering corridors of the facility. You rush around your room and throw on a beautiful sundress. You release your hair from a messy bun into bouncy curls that sit at your shoulders. You grab your bag and meander down into the common room. Wanda and Nat are already sat on the sofas as you walk towards them.

"There's the birthday girl!" Nat shouts and hypes you up and you strut towards her.

"I'm so excited. I haven't gone shopping in ages." Wanda's smile is hopeful and warm. As you all walk through the corridor that runs to the main door, Bucky emerges from a side door. You kind of forgot he existed. Well... no... how could you forget that HE existed. It was just that he was never at dinner, and never at training, and ever with the rest of the group for that matter. He looks slightly startled to see you. His eyes trail you up and down before he whispers "Wow." to himself.

"Morning, Barnes." You decide to not wait any longer to speak to avoid the awkwardness that just seems to follow you around this place. He smirks at you and nods politely (looking a tad star struck) without saying anything, as you walk right past him, you can tell his eyes are still on you.