✔𝚨 𝚸𝛐𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 ➳ 𝚩𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝚩𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬

Chapter 30

Listen to
the silence
It's telling
the truth

The three of them staggered up to the house. Steve said whoever lived there would keep them safe. Melora still had Natasha's arm around her shoulders, ever so often growing a few different healing plants for her to eat as they walked through most of the night.

They wandered up the steps, and Steve knocked on the door, a few seconds went by before a short-haired man with a slight goatee opened the door, furrowed eyebrows as he looked at Steve and then the two women.

"Hey, man," he said, looking back to Steve.

"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low," Steve said while Melora sent the man a smile.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Natasha continued, grimacing a little because of the pain.

"Not everyone," the man said, stepped back and allowing them to enter. He gave a look around after them, making sure no one was keeping watch.

Melora stayed in the kitchen, choosing to sit down by the dinner table and have a sip of water as that was all she needed really. Luckily, she had gotten some sleep on the way to Camp Lehigh.

"What's your name?" She asked the man as he walked around the kitchen, preparing a breakfast. She tilted her head; he was still wearing workout clothes but there was something familiar about his stance.

"Sam Wilson," he replied, sending her a smile. "Yours?"

"Melora Voitheia," she leaned back in the chair and sent him a charming grin. "Pleasure to meet you Sam Wilson... Army?"

"Air force actually," Sam replied, and she slowly nodded. "You?"

"Lieutenant back in the 40s, then a spy," she nonchalantly said, making him raise an eyebrow at her.

"And what about now?" He asked, clearly amused by her casualness about her words.

"I like to think of myself as a writer," she chuckled and shook her head. "But I think my retirement officially finished after New York."

"Right, you were the one who suspended that whale above a street?" He asked, wiping off his hands in a towel and sitting down at the table in front of her.

"At your service," she chuckled and bit her lip slightly.

"Not a lot is known about you," he stated, and she nodded, knowing she was in various museums along with the rest of the Howling Commandos and now also at the battle of New York.

Melora was no stranger to the various theories. Some of them suspected she had been frozen in ice like Steve, others said she looked too different from the footage back in the 40s and it was simply her grandma back then. A few had gotten it right, suspecting she was from outer space.

"Do you promise to not ruin the mystery for anyone else?" She chuckled, looking directly into his eyes, but he didn't avert his gaze, far from it.

"Anything you say," he laughed, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm from space, lived on Asgard for a while but originally from another planet," she said and reached out for the small potted plant on the table. It was looking okay, leaves just slightly wilted on the edges but she quickly fixed it up. "Fun party trick, really."

"Well, that explains it, doesn't it?" He laughed and stood up, continuing with the breakfast. "You're a goddess."

"Been a while since anyone called me that," she chuckled, shaking her head. "It's a very Earth thing to do, you know."