"Life is fifty wrong turns down a bumpy road. All you can hope is that you end up somewhere nice." - Punk 57
*I don't own any of the characters except the OCs.
Melanie Lovett was a former CIA Agent. She decided it wasn't in the cards for her to kee...
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A/N: Okay guys! Lots of drama in this one so buckle in!
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I had sent Morgan to preschool, so I had a couple hours to myself. I tidied up Morgan's room a bit because I was bored and then headed to the common room.
Walking in, I saw Wanda leaning against the kitchen counter eating oatmeal. She turned her head to me and grinned.
"Hey Mel!"
I returned the smile.
"Hey. Where's everyone?"
"Training mostly. And some others are just out I think," she shrugged.
I nodded. I wondered where Bucky was. Not because I cared, but because I didn't want to see him. That's what I told myself.
"He's also training," Wanda announced.
"What?" I asked stunned.
"Bucky. He's also training."
"I didn't ask."
"No. But you were thinking it," she shrugged.
I clenched my fist tightly.
"Stay out of my head Wanda," I glared.
She chuckled and walked out of the room. I huffed and went over to the couch to sit down. It was nice having this space to myself, even if it was just for a while. I had no doubt someone would eventually come in at some point.
I closed my eyes and sighed lightly. I pictured myself in a forest surrounded by trees. Just me, sitting under a big weeping willow tree with a book in my hand. I felt calmer. I wished I could just leave everything behind and just stay under that tree forever.
Suddenly, I got the feeling that I was being watched. I stiffened slightly but didn't move. Feeling something hover over me, I quickly opened my eyes and grabbed onto it, tossing it over me and onto the ground.
"Holy hell Mel," I heard Sam groan as he rubbed his neck.
Huh ... that rhymed. I quietly chuckled to myself.
"Shouldn't sneak up to me like that," I shrugged.
"Just wanted to come and give you a kiss."
I assumed he was joking but still ... I lifted an eyebrow.
"A kiss?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"I don't know. Just felt like it."
I looked at him and smiled. He was basically the only guy I could feel sane around right now. Surprisingly enough, I didn't mind if he decided to kiss me. But I didn't think I had any actual romantic feelings for him. I also didn't get involved with people I worked with. Technically we did "work" together. He was an Avenger, and I was an Avenger's nanny.
