Olivia's POV
Apparently, Mr. Metal Arm was supposed to be the person in charge of me. It's not like I care, but the moment I saw him my brain felt like it had been hell's new location. It literally hurt to see him.
But it wasn't just my brain. There was something in my chest, something heavy. I couldn't exactly tell what it was but when we had encountered each other in that conference room, I instantly knew that what I had felt was irritation.
"Don't think too much about how Bucky reacted, he isn't usually the most polite person here. But he's a good guy," Agent Romanoff said as she tried to make my cell more comfortable.
"You're too kind," I said bluntly.
"What happened that got you sent to us? Nick doesn't usually send us kids like you." Nat pried. She was persistent to break through my walls but I wouldn't let her.
I kept my face emotionless when I said, "I'm at least 90 years old."
"Oh... I didn't see that coming. Frozen?" she looked at me apologetically and I nodded at her.
"You and Bucky have a second thing in common now, aside from being super soldiers."
I lightly frowned at the thought but quickly regained my expressionless demeanor when I saw her looking at me.
"Who were those people earlier?" I asked, referring to three weird people we came across with while she transported me to my cell.
"Oh, the blonde one was Thor, the dark haired man was Loki. The girl with the wings was Sarah." she explained, fluffing my pillows.
"They're not... human?" I hesitated to ask.
"No, they're Asgardians. Asgardian gods, to be precise. Sarah isn't a god but she's a valkyrie." Nat answered, now covering the bed with a warmer sheet.
"You Avengers are a silly bunch," I remarked.
"Well, you're part of this silly bunch now. You're not the only unstable person here, everyone is, but we make each other stable when we're all together like this."
It was the first time I genuinely felt welcome. Her words were warm and I felt my lips twitch upward a bit. I hate to admit it but the gesture made me smile.
"I can take care of that," I said taking my luggage from her.
"Sure, I'll be downstairs. Just hit that red button if you need me. Don't worry, we'll transfer you into a room once your papers get here." she smiled and left.
Once she was gone, the room was silent. I lay down on the bunk bed thinking what life would be like with these people. Also, I wished that I had requested for some music.
It wasn't moments later when a tall, blonde man approached my cell and went inside.
"Hey, mind if I come in?" he asked grabbing a chair and sitting down, keeping a reasonable distance from me.
I got up from the bunk bed and replied with, "It's not like I have a choice, you kinda invited yourself in."
"My apologies. I just came here to talk." he said, chuckling.
"That sounds boring," I said and stopped a chuckle from escaping my mouth.
"I'm Steve Rogers," he ignored my snide remark and extended his hand in hopes to shake mine. Hah! As if I would.
"So, you're the one who started all the hype for super soldiers," I ignored his hand so he took it back. "Olivia Peterson, ex-agent from SHIELD and Hydra."
"I didn't want anyone else like me," he started. "All I ever wanted was to do some good."
"Must be nice, to truly want something," I said in reply.
"How about you? What do you want?" he asked which caught me offguard.
"I haven't really felt anything strong enough to make me wanna want something." I said, my back and head against the wall. It was true.
"Why?"
"I woke up blank. It's like the moment I woke up in that cryopod at SHIELD was the moment I was born. My folder only had my name, age, and sex. The rest were removed." I explained, feeling a small pain in my chest. "They even made sure I won't remember a thing."
"I don't know what hurts worse, not knowing who you were or remembering everything. I mean, I remember what happened before I was frozen and still, it hurts." he smiled gently.
"At least you knew who you were." I whispered and lay facedown, actually I was crying but I'm too proud to show him that.
"But what matters is who you want to be. The good thing about not knowing who you were is that you can start over and work on who you are." Steve stood up, I looked at him.
"They were right, you talk like an old man," I laughed.
"I am an old man," and he laughed along.
Steve agreed to let me out and stay in a regular room. This might be fun.
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