The Wiped Hound (Avengers Fanfiction)

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I played until my fingers went stiff and I couldn't play anymore.

The team sat around the room and they seemed to snap out of a trance when I'd stopped.

I put the guitar on the coffee table and got up, putting both twins on the couch as they continued to sleep.

"You needed something?" I asked, pulling a blanket over the two.

"We came to check on you and Pietro."

I turned around, "We are both fine, Pietro is... normal again," I informed them.

I noticed the reddish guy was glaring at me, I didn't mention it.

"That was all?" I asked picking up the guitar to put it back.

"We also came to see why the twins didn't come to get breakfast." Steve said looking at them pointedly.

I glanced at the clock Wanda had by the TV, it read 9:45AM.

"When was the last time you ate?" Natasha asked, taking my eyes away from the clock.

I shrugged and started to walk off to go put the guitar up.

"A verbal answer," Bucky demanded.

I froze at the mouth of the hall, "I do not remember," I said before continuing to walk away.

I heard a faint, "I'll talk to him," came from Natasha before her almost silent steps trailed after my own.

I put the guitar back on its' stand and turned to the door to see Natahsa leaning against the door frame.

I crossed my arms and leaned against one of the pillars in the room. "What?" I asked, I wasn't sure where the sudden hostility came from.

She raised an eyebrow.

I sighed and asked in a somewhat nicer tone, "What?"

She pretended to be interested in the room's contents.

I leaned against the wall, "What do you want?" I asked.

She turned to face me. "Bucky went through this too you know. I mean sure he ran off on his own for a few years, but he still went through it. Let us help you," Natasha told me in a honest tone.

I withheld the urge to roll my eyes, "I do not need help," I told her flatly before leaving the room.