Widower (Marvel)

020

Natalia's POV*

After I took care of a couple small cuts I went to a room that was secluded from the rest. Must be Rory's. The door was open so I went in the room. I was shocked to see his room. I'd expect to see a poster, a band shirt, a room full of clothes or something. But I didn't, what I saw was a room that contained a blow up bed, a dresser and closet, dead aloe vera plant, mirror, and a lamp. Connected to the room was a bathroom. 

I heard a groan and went in since the door was also opened slightly. "Rory?" All I got was a low hum in response. I walked in and saw him applying pressure to his wound. I could tell it burned from the slight tears and red face. His teeth was clenched and he was taking deep breathes. He had a unopened box of bandages.

"You need help? I can disinfect the wound and wrap it up." I offered, he just nodded while panting. Tony's repulsors looked like it went down the bone almost. I washed my hands and gently brought him over to the sink, I grabbed soap and softly rinsed the wound with the soap and water on a rag. I then opened the box of bandages and started to wrap the wound. 

"Thank you, you didn't have to do this. I owe you one." He said lightly. "Don't mention it." I told him with a slight smile. "Hey can we talk?.." I asked him softly. "Yeah I-" He was about to say some thing else but he got cut off by a yell from Wanda. 

"Rory!" Me and Rory both looked at the direction it was coming from. He groaned and stood up. I followed him to Wanda and the other Avengers who stood in the kitchen with a shocked expression. "Listen." Wanda said softly. She pointed to small radio that laid on the table. 

"-They have been harboring fugitives and defended them." The radioman said nearing the end of his speech. Cap clicked his tongue in annoyance. "If you see any of them you need to call you local authorities." The radioman said ending off his speech and putting on a song. Wanda turned off the radio. 

A defeated silence filled the room. We all looked at each other seeing the upset looks and rage filled eyes. I sighed and tried to keep my demeanor calm. I saw Steve was also trying to do the same but was failing. 

"I can't stand him." He spoke up putting his hands on hip. "It's not right!" He exclaimed as he banged a fist on the table. Rory, Wanda, and Barnes jumped sightly at the outburst and the radio fell over. 

"What do we do?" Wanda asked Steve but he lost as lost as the others. "I don't know." He answered quietly, trying to calm down. He sighed and walked out the room. Everyone else started to file out too except Wanda and me. 

"Want to help me cook?" She asked me standing from her seat at the table. I nodded and started to search for food in the fridge. "Everything is expired and molded." Wanda said closing the cabinets. 

I scrunched up my nose at the smell when I opened the fridge doors. There were expired chunky milk, a few rotten eggs that turned blue, open soda cans, and a container that held something unintelligible  covering mold "Yeah, same here." I answered closing the fridge. 

The bunker had furniture but food and essentials were nonexistent. Wanda checked a small pantry and I checked for pots and pans. "There's no food in there but there's napkins and ." Rory spoke up, walking in the room. "There's three pots and a frying pan." Wanda answered with relief. 

Rory nodded and looked at us with a slight smirk at our expressions of confused expressions. "I can fix this." I quirked a brow. "How?" Wanda and I asked in unison. He smiled and his eyes glowed blue. 

The bunker shook slightly and the old cabinets held what looked like tiny drops of white paint started to grow around the furniture quickly. The paint dried in seconds. Canned and bagged food brands started to materialize in the open cabinets. The fridge doors opened and multiple liquids, veggies, fruits, meats and eggs appeared. 

Rory snapped his fingers and in the middle of the table had spaghetti, Rotisserie Chicken, parmesan cheese in a shaker, mashed potatoes, a gravy boat, and judging by the smell, apple pie. 

White plates were lined up in front of wooden chairs with napkins with spoons, forks, and knifes laid on top of them. He snapped his fingers again and the floors were soapy and wet but were dried in seconds. 

"Wow." I was shocked. "Thank you." Wanda said with a smile. "I'll tell the others the food is done." Rory left quickly. 

*Sorry this chapter was short. I was in a rush today and I've been busy adjusting to new changes that are going on in my life rn.*