Silence Is Deafening

Wrong About You, Wrong About Me

Eyes. Everywhere. Watching.

"What are they watching for, Y/n?"

A hallway of dark white. An emptiness that hollowed out your very spirit. No. You couldn't be back here. Not again.

"Keep walking."

You took careful, quiet steps down the hallway as the fluorescent lights guided your path back to that Goddamned room. It wasn't in ruins like it was now, but just the way you left it. The room where they would debrief your missions, where you first felt that cold escape of cryosleep.

"Look at the table."

A folder. Your folder. You'd never even looked into it. Why was it here? Where were the scientists? Was there any human life here? You felt so cold...

"Open the folder."

You picked up the folder. Silence. You opened your mouth to speak, but something told you nothing would come out. The dark maroon folder with it's single, white star threatened you. As you opened it's pages, you saw yourself staring back. Sunken eyes, choppy hair, pale skin. Your voice echoed back to you.

"Where were you, Y/n?"

You opened your eyes. Wanda's hand closed around yours tightly.

"I think we're making great progress, Y/n, honestly." She said, eyes sparkling warmly.

You smiled back as the room came into your vision. This workout room was now quite familiar with you, between training with Natasha and these delves into your mind with Wanda.

"What did any of that mean?" You asked, feeling the warm glow of her magic flowing in the air. Her magic had become some sort of comfort to you, and you managed to sense it before you sensed her. The two of you sat in silence for a moment before she spoke.

"I'm not sure yet," she began, "but we'll circle back to it when I return."

You huffed absentmindedly, feeling the air spike with your obvious jealousy. Wanda was going on a reconnaissance mission for information on the additional bombings in downtown. It seemed like every time you turned on the television, another place - and more families - had suffered from this mystery terrorist. Tony thought it was the work of Hydra, and you could tell Bucky was itching to get in on that action.

The rest of your day was spent on laundry and organizing. You had let your room fall into disarray over the last week or so and it was started to irk you.

"Hey." You didn't turn around; you recognized his voice at this point.

You put on a mock-exasperated tone. "Oh, my dear Captain, whatever do you require of me?" As you turned around, your tone fell flat. "What's going on?"

His body language was tense and his face was pulled tight into a grimace. You could feel the energy radiating off him in waves of confliction. Worry, distrust, and something else... Anger? No. You pushed the energy away from your mind as you stood. He turned to leave wordlessly and your followed suit. There was a meeting being held in the office room where missions were planned. Tony sat at the head of the table as always and Steve took his place in the corner. You felt many pairs of eyes on you, But you only met Bucky's. His eyes were tense and nervous. Something was wrong.

"What's going on, y'all?" You asked. There was an energy in the air that you didn't like.

Tony clicked a button and pulled up an image behind him, not even bothering to turn around. It was a still image from the news. The headline read, "New Avenger Batting For Both Teams? Hydra Linked to Bombings".