1 × Unearth × Avengers

13 × Nothing But The Truth

Daya

"When she was just a girl, she expected the world, but it flew away from her reach, so she ran away in her sleep, and dreamed of para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, every time she closed her eyes..." I sang to myself with my eyes shut in the empty and quiet cell.

Nothing like a little Coldplay to ease your conscious.

"Ooh a woo, ooh a woo, ooh a woo..." I hummed this part, getting ready to sing the next part, that is until I got the feeling of being watched...

"I always feel like, somebody's watching me..." I sang.

"You sing really nice" a male voice answered back, making me open my eyes slowly and turn to face him.

"Thanks" I smiled, once I saw who it was, "Barton, right?"

"Yup" he answered cheekily.

I assumed he was here to ask me more questions so I just cut to the point.

"What are you in for" I joked while sitting up and crossing my legs on the bench. "What do you have to say? Or ask, cause you know, I'm a prisoner and I have all the time in the world" I quipped while gesturing my finger to my wrist.

He gave me a smirk before lowering himself to the ground and sitting in the same position as me.

"Alright then..." He sighed while straightening himself up, "What do you want to talk about, or ask?" He repeated my same question while resting his head in his hands and leaning forward to rest his elbows on his folded legs.

I looked at him funny after he positioned himself that way, since he looked a little uncomfortable, but I did the same and began my own questions...

"Okay, so I have a few questions..." he nodded for me to go on, so I continued, "What are all your names? I know it sounds a little dumb that someone doesn't know your guy's names, but I honestly can't keep calling you all by my nicknames" I said straight up.

"Okay, my name is Clint, Clint Barton" he started like if we were having a peer introduction, "The lady that has the red hair is Natasha Romanoff" huh, Sam was way off, "The guy in the metal suit is Tony-"

"Yeah, I already know his name" I cut him off to avoid the mention of him.

"Yeah, should've guessed" he chuckled to himself, "I believe you might also know Thor and Bruce, otherwise known as the Hulk, then..." he asked and I nodded my head, "Who else? Captain America, aka Steve Rogers..."

Steve.

Rogers.

I felt my head spin at the mention of that name, but I quickly caught myself before anymore memories can surface.

I've had enough of those in the past 24 hours.

"What were your nicknames for us?" Clint asked, making me turn my attention back to him.

"Uh... Natasha's was Sam, and Steve-" the name almost choked me for saying it, but I tried my best to hide it and continue, "was Cap, Thor was Thor, and Douche-bags was Douche-bag" I finished with a smirk because of the nickname I gave him.

"What about Bruce?"

"Eh, I just call him Hulk, cause you know, the Hulk is all you have to say to know who it is" I tried to hide my fangirl side by saying it plainly, but on the inside I was screaming all my nicknames.