Philophobia- P.M

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐

TW: Indications of abuse

"So... what type of clothes do you typically like to wear?" Wanda asked as they walked through the mall. 

They had arrived about 5 minutes ago and were walking around looking for places that suited Ria's style. 

"The ones that keep you warm." She grumbled back. 

She had her hood over her head with her face trained on the floor, and her hands were shoved into her hoodies pocket. 

"Okay." Wanda dragged out the y. 

It was clear she didn't want to be there and Wanda wasn't one to push people but she saw the state of the clothes she had and how little she had. Nick didn't tell them much about her except for the fact that she would be helpful and that she was previously homeless. He obviously wanted her to talk about things on her own time. I mean apart from the fact she was also a victim of Hydra. 

"How about here?" MJ pointed to an H&M. 

"Sounds good." Wanda smiled turning into the store with everyone following in pursuit. 

"Yeah sure sounds great." Ria muttered sarcastically. 

Once they entered they all headed straight for the back of the first level. It was the teen section and since she was technically still a teen it seemed suitable. 

They looked through racks and racks of clothes. 

Ria stood off to the side fidgeting with the rings on her fingers as they picked out clothes for her to try on that seemed like they would fit her style. 

Finally she spoke. 

"Can we afford all of this?" She was worried. They were picking up a lot of clothes. She had no money. She couldn't pay for this or pay them back. 

They all turned to her confused. 

"Yeah... we have tony's card remember?" Kate reminded her as she picked up a black hoodie of a rack and adding it to her pile. 

"Oh, yeah right." She clicked her tongue turning around and pretending to look at the long sleeves behind her. Great now she embarrassed herself by asking a stupid question that she already knew the answer to. 

"Ok, I think we have enough clothes." She turned around and her eyes widened. 

They each had arms full of clothes. 

"We'll walk this to the dressing room with you and sit outside to wait for you." Natasha explained walking towards the fitting rooms. 

Ria blinked and followed in pursuit. 

They set all of the clothes down on the bench in the dressing room and stood against the wall opposite the space. 

She closed the door, locking it. 

She looked at the pile deciding to look through them before she even tried them on to rule out the ones she didn't like in general before she ruled out the ones she didn't like on her body. 

A good 5 minutes went by and she had finally finished her first sorting. 

She discarded all of the short sleeves and tank tops getting rid of about half of the pile.

Now she was trying all of the other clothes on making sure they hid her the way she wanted. 

She was beyond thankful it was winter and no one questioned what she wore. 

She tried on several hoodies and long sleeves as well as jeans and jorts. 

She picked out the ones she wanted and picked up the ones she didn't in a pile on her other arm.