red room

three

You snuggle into bed hugging your bunny. You make yourself a burrito with your checkered blanket and drift off to sleep. The bed is so comfortable and feels like a cloud. You smile and curl up into a ball.

You wake up the next morning feeling extremely energized and awake. This, this is a first. You skip downstairs to see Tony making toast, eggs, and bacon. You snatch a piece of toast out of the toaster, and it's just simply lightly toasted. You slather on some butter and take a bite. You don't know if you were just fed moldy bread or this is rich people bread. Probably both.

Tony watched you and laughs a bit. He loads bacon and eggs onto your plate along with another piece of lightly toasted toast. Nat put you on something yesterday shopping. Bolthouse Farms bottled Mocha Cappuccino. You have one of those with your breakfast. 

Wanda takes a seat next to you and smiles. "What's on the agenda for today?" Wanda looks at Tony for an answer. Who just doesn't seem to have one.

"You have a free day. But Y/n, you're training with Steve and Nat."

You nod and finish breakfast, soon going into training room with the two. Steve tells you the basics of what to do when fighting. You heard him say "assess the situation," then stopped listening.

"She knows that shit, Cap. She's from the Red Room."

Steve sighs and nods. As to say 'I know but what if this is more helpful,' Nat rolls her eyes and claps her hands.

"Let's go!" She's in an athletic stance and waits for you to come at her. When you do, she blocks you, but you pin each other to the ground. "That was counter-productive, Steve we need you," Steve walks into the room and looks at the two of you. "Train with her."

Steve steps up as your next opponent. He comes at you first. He fails to attack you and you pin him to the ground. He groans and taps the ground. Nat laughs at him as he grunts while getting up. You smile and fake curtsy. All three of you decide that you don't need training and just talk for a few hours.

Your conversation slowly drifts to the Winter Soldier. When you guys finally to go upstairs, you and Nat run the perimeter of the training room a few times so you look winded from "training".

Tony believed you trained. You weren't gonna tell him otherwise. Soon you guys are sitting around a table playing a board game. You don't get why this is so funny to you. Maybe because they were named the Earth's Mightiest Heroes and they're all playing Monopoly.

Tony wins, of course. The rich man wins a game based solely on money. Steve's an expectedly good loser. Nat on the other hand, not so much. Thor rants about how his home is made out of gold, and everyone else just walks away from the table. You and Wanda leave together.

Steve's making dinner, and you find
the sight of Captain America in a pink apron hilarious. You don't make a sound though, as you already beat him in training and doesn't need you laughing at him while he's doing something nice.

Tony soon walks into the room and dies laughing. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture. "You're lucky I'm even doing this for you!" Steve slams his oven mitt on the kitchen island and Tony laughs even harder.

"Should've been a video!" Nat's struggling not to laugh while Tony is rolling the floor. "This is so worth it," Steve rolls his eyes and nods at you. The only one not laughing at the man in the pink apron.

The rest of the team talks in to see Nat covering her mouth, Tony on the floor, Cap in the apron and you just standing there. Wanda only nods after taking a seat at the bar. The rest do the same, clearly not finding the sight as funny as Tony. And you, but you're keeping your cool. Should've been an actor.

"Ever had homemade pizza?" Steve's taking his artwork out of the oven and you shake your head. "Here taking the first slice," you choose your slice and he hands it to you.

"Thanks, Steve," you smile and take a bite after blowing on the top of the pizza. In an attempt not to bite your tongue.

"Yeah thanks, Steve!" Tony is telling from the table with a napkin stuffed in the collar of his shirt, throwing his hands in the air.

You laugh at him. "Coming in a sec," Steve rolls his eyes in your direction at Tony's behavior and brings the pie over to the table. The team cuts and grabs slices like they've been starved.

"I'm so sorry for laughing at you," Tony swallows his food and takes another bite talking, again, with his mouth full of food. "This is so good!" Steve just laughs and gives an 'I told you so,' face to Tony. "My dad still made you," His voice gets low as he feels as if Steve had just beaten him in something. You snicker at the guys' interaction.

After dinner you go upstairs and shower. You slide on an oversized shirt, fuzzy socks, and some shorts. Pull the covers on you and sleep. You have a good feeling you're gonna like it here.

You roll out of bed, hair a mess and eyes still half shut. You walk downstairs not caring about your appearance. Nat is the only one who is dressed up. You say good morning to everyone then go up and get ready for the day.

"Hey Y/n," you turn to Nat. "Cap is in D.C, go pick him up," you nod and walk to a black Corvette. The car is beautiful. The fanciest car you've ever stepped foot in. You can only ride a motorcycle. A car is new. You can drive, but feel more comfortable on a bike.

You hop in the car, and drive to Washington D.C to pick up Steve Rogers. You pull up and see him next to another man. "Either one of you know where the Smithsonian is? I'm here to pick up a fossil," Steve waves to the other guy.

"Can't drive everywhere."

"No you can't."

"Who's that?"

"Sam, he's the Falcon."

"Cool cool."