3: Cold Showers

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Tony escorted you down a hall and stopped in front of a door at the end. "I don't know if this is permanent or not, so try not to make a mess." He said with a tight smile. 

"Thank you." you muttered, keeping you head low. You were ashamed of everything you learned today.

You walked in an examined the room. It was plainly decorated with white walls. A bed with gray sheets was in the corner. You noticed that you also has a TV. "I'll mess with you later" You said to the object. The idea of freedom was baffling to you. 

The first thing you decided to do was take a shower. At the academy, you had 5 minutes of warm water, and the other girls always took up that time, so an untimed shower was seemingly perfect. 

You walked into a nicely decorated bathroom, already prepared for someone to live there. You took off the hospital gown that you were still in and pulled your hair down. 

The warm steam hit your body as soon as you entered the shower, and you immediately regretted it. Each scar felt as if a match was being lit on your skin, that's why I stick to cold showers.

"Oh god" you yelped, immediately sending your hand to cover your mouth. You were roomed near a super soldier, who probably had enhanced hearing. After a few seconds of stillness, you assumed he hadn't heard you. 

You began cleaning yourself off, hissing as the rag rubbed across the scars on your hips. Only a few seconds later, you heard a light knock at your door. 

"Yes?" You called, wrapping a towel around yourself and making your way to the door. You opened it and saw a distressed Buck . A slight tint of red began to paint his face as he noticed that you were in a towel. 

"You sounded like you were in pain, just making sure everything is good." He said, trying to keep his eyes on yours.

"Oh, yeah I just ran the water a little bit too hot, not used to warm water, ya know?" You explained. You were only half lying. It was too hot, technically. 

"Just checking, uh...g'night." And with that, he was gone.

You resumed your shower and not long after, fell asleep in your new, soft, relaxing, no-hand-cuffed bed. 

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After what was probably the most refreshing sleep of your life, you eventually woke up. You realized that you had fallen asleep with your left hand near the upper corner of the bed as if the cuffs were still there, a habit you couldn't wait to break. 

Rolling over, you looked out the window to see Sam and Steve running laps, this was quite entertaining, considering Steve's super speed, and Sam's lack there of. 

You enjoyed the freedom of being able to do nothing for a few minutes, but decided you should at  least get out of bed. You went to your new bathroom and began to instinctively pull your hair back into a bun, smiling when you realized that it was no longer necessary. 

Upon arriving downstairs, you saw Clint, Wanda, and Vision preparing breakfast, Tony and Bruce talking at the counter, Natasha and Thor watching TV, and Steve and Sam coming in from their run. 

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?" Clint beamed. 

"Pretty well, actually. I can't say I've ever felt more refreshed in the morning.

"Well, your sleeping standards were pretty low, so topping that wasn't a challenge." Tony commented. 

You chuckled at his remark and made your way over to the counter. Eggs, bacon, toast, muffins, waffles, pancakes, any breakfast food imaginable was laid out, just waiting to be eaten. 

You carefully watched as the rest of breakfast was prepared, looking for any poisons, antidotes, or just anything odd. These people were nice, but they hadn't earned your full trust just yet. 

"If we wanted to kill you, we would've done it by now." Natasha called across the room. You looked back at her in confusion. She knew exactly what was going through your head and you didn't like it. 

You remained silent, watching closely as each Avenger prepared their plate. To your surprise, they all ate without caution, they weren't dodging any specific pieces of food, which would be the case had it been tampered with. 

Steve placed a plate in front of you and stuck his fork into the eggs. "See, no poison." He  muffled through chewing. 

"I'm actually just not very hungry, but thank you." 

The rest of the team enjoyed their meals while your's remained untouched, other than the bite Steve took. As they finished, they would each walk to the sink, wash their plate, and go off to do their own thing. 

Once everyone was gone, you stared at your plate, debating if you should trust them or not. Your thoughts were interrupted by Tony. 

"Well if you're not going to eat, at least come help me figure out what the hell happened to you." 

Without speaking, you stood up and followed him to the lab. 

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"Give me a full breakdown, a life story, all information is valueable right now. Just start from the beginning"

You took a deep breath and began, "When I was 10, my parents noticed that I was pretty advanced in ballet, and sent me to the Academy, which turned out to be a red room. After a few months, the instructors do this thing where they make you watch them kill off your family. It gets rid of any thing that might give you a reason to escape. When I was 16, I was given the chance to try the super soldier serum, but the experiment failed...or you say otherwise. And for the past year, I've been trying to figure out what happened, cause everything changed after that. " You looked to Tony, trying to read his face but he seemed to be lost in thought. 

After a few moments of stillness, he called up to the ceiling, "Hey, FRIDAY, get everyone in the conference room." 

"Yes sir." the building replied. You looked around, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. 

You were snapped out of your curiosity by Tony. 

"You, conference room. I think I figured you out. "


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A/N: Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter done! My town just got hit with a pretty bad hurricane, so I couldn't really get to a computer to write, because we lost power! I'm back though and we've pretty much recovered! Dont forget to vote!

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