(Chloe's POV)
Clothes. I need clothes.
Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaasssssse? I begged mom psychically.
No. You have plenty of clothes. And shoes. I don't care if you have a 'boyfriend' or if you're a teenager, but you are not, I repeat, NOT getting new clothes. She finalized.
Why not? I promise I won't buy a lot, and Harley needs to see New York. Please? I begged her as we walked into the kitchen where Steve sat talking to a somewhat star-struck Harley.
No. Why do you even need any new clothes? She looked at me.
Well first off, I haven't gotten new clothes since you guys first found me, and I was very skinny. Soooooooooo... I shrugged. Also I'm kinda running out of clothes that aren't blown up, charred, shredded, or covered in blood, oil, and or dirt.
I watched mom walk around to pour herself some coffee before she turned to look at me. "Fine." She sighed out loud.
"Yes! Thank you!" I jumped in the air and then quickly hugged her.
"What just happened?" Harley asked confused.
"My guess is they were having a psychic chat." Steve answered.
"A what?"
"I'm telepathic. I can read people's minds. I can also talk to them through their minds." I explained to the confused boy sitting in front of me.
"So you can read my mind?" Harley asked.
"Yeah. But I normally don't. I man I can, but I don't really like doing it. I find it invasive." I continued as I took an apple and bit into it.
"It's a personal thing. I don't like invading people's privacy unless I need or have to." I finished. "I don't do it without peoples permission."
"Most of the time." Mom commented.
"Most of the time." I echoed sheepishly.
"So you can just hear what people think all the time?" Harley frowned.
"Well...I mean...technically?" I stuttered. "I guess. But normally I just tune it all out. Although if I'm isolated by myself I usually have a bubble around me—a metaphorical bubble—and I just kinda scan through the minds of anyone that enters the bubble. It's a safety thing." I informed him.
"Oh. So you don't do it with other people?"
"No. Only when I'm alone. It kinda goes along with the whole 'getting kidnapped' thing." I smiled. "Why? Is there something that you don't want me to see in you head?"
"No. Just curious." He said leaning back in the chair.
It was a subtle way of getting away from me. Unfortunately not subtle enough.
"Right. Well. We are going shopping today." I told Harley making him look at me.
"We are?" He asked.
"Yes. We are. I need new clothes on account of most of mine either being burnt, shredded, or permanently stained with substances. So we're gonna go shopping." I smiled bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet to my heels.
Harley smiled at me before saying, "Okay. I'll go get dressed."
"Thank yyyyyoooooouuuu!!!!" I smiled at mom before kissing her cheek.
"Uh huh." She shook her head at me.
"Behave missy." Steve smiled knowingly at me.
"Yes sir, captain sir!" I saluted making them both laugh.

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The Widows Daughter
FanfictionChloe always knew that her mom was somewhere out there in the world. But being hydras experiment toy, she never actually thought that she would ever meet her. All that changed when the avengers shutdown the hydra facility where she was being kept. N...