Yuck. Feelings.
"Fucking hell," You muttered under your breath, trying to make a cup of coffee as fast as you could in the tower's kitchen since most of them were at the table talking and eating, "They mean nothing to you, she means nothing to you, you've got this, don't break."
You kept up the self pep talk all the way through pouring your cup, but the second you saw Wanda joining the others for breakfast at the table, you were pouring a second cup and cursing yourself as you made it the way you had noticed she liked.
God, this was annoying.
You rushed by, grumbling a good morning to them, and setting the cup in front of Wanda on the table, but leaving before she could thank you.
It wasn't part of the plan, you were supposed to mess with them and make their lives a living hell so they would eventually just let you go back to your life, not wanting to bother with you.
But no.
"Morning, Y/n!" Steve Rogers smiled to you all peppy, especially for someone this early in the morning, and put a hand up to stop you from rushing by when he noticed you looked frustrated, "Everything okay?"
"Yep, mhm," You nodded, not meeting his eyes as you scratched your head and then pointed in the direction you were headed with the same hand, "Just have to finish packing."
"You're leaving?" He actually sounded disappointed, "Thought you were sticking around for a while longer."
"I'll be back Friday for training," You told him with a shrug, not wanting him to think you were looking forward to it, so you added, "Don't know how long this sentence lasts, but I'm sure I'll see you around."
"Hurt yourself?" He asked when he noticed your arm had a red mark on it, "Dr. Banner is on the thirty-fourth floor if you need him."
"Burnt myself on the coffee pot," You lied without hesitation, but then perked when you caught the last part, "You have a medical floor?"
"Yeah, the med bay," He nodded after a moment, studying the mark with his eyes and peeling them off to answer you, "Have you met Banner?"
"No, but I'd like to," You told him honestly, forgetting your plans to unpack, "Would you introduce me?"
"Sure." He smiled, gesturing for you to follow, but then someone called his name.
"Rogers!"
The two of you spun around to face the angry assassin and you pursed your lips as she approached, not being her favorite person.
"Natasha, what's going on?" He asked, seemingly picking up on something you weren't.
"Are you taking her on a mission I don't know about?" She quirked an eyebrow, crossing her arms, and you glanced away, not entirely loving the way she was acting like you weren't standing right in front of her.
"No, she's barely started training."
"She can freeze the world and see the future," The redhead deadpanned, and you raised your eyebrows at her bluntness, "It'd be stupid to bench her just because she can't throw a punch."
"You sound like Tony." Steve grumbled and you finally decided to speak up.
"Hi, hello," You waved with a tight smile, "I don't think missions are a part of my deal anyway."
"We could end everything if we used her," Natasha ignored you, her focus on Steve, "No more Hydra, no wars, hell, we could-"
"Romanoff," Steve cut her off somewhat sharply, "Enough."
