Bow

~Weather~

Mary took a sip of her Jim Bean and sighed. Her swollen jaw throbbed. People gave her weird looks. She didn't blame them, though. She did look like she'd been through hell and back.

Mary jumped when her phone went off. She clicked the green answer button and put the phone up to her ear.

"It's FaceTime." Sam's voice came through. "Old people."

"Sorry." Mary rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"

"Bucky wanted to apologize." Sam said. "Steve has a damn android, so I had to call you."

"I can't talk to Bucky right now." Mary shook her head. "I need some time."

"She needs time." Sam said. He looked at the camera. "Steve wants to know what you're gonna do next."

"I don't know." Mary shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. "I might go back to Russia and go back into hiding."

Steve took the phone from Sam. He held it close to his face. Mary got an up the nose shot of him.

"You can't go back to Romania." He said. "HYDRA knows you were there, and if we station you there again, they'll take you from us."

"Then where can I go?" Mary sighed. "My home in Sokovia is destroyed. I can't go to Russia because HYDRA will get me again."

"There's more than two countries in the world." Sam said.

"Shut up." Steve hissed. "I'll contact Fury to find you somewhere, alright?"

"Okay." Mary said.

"Can I have my phone back?" Sam grumbled.

"See you, Mary." Steve smiled.

"Bye, Steve." Mary shook her head, laughing.

Mary hung up and put her phone back down on the table. She finished her drink and decided to take a walk on the streets of Berlin. People gave her weird looks once again.

Mary was wandering down and alley when her phone went off again. It was an unknown number. She answered it quickly.

"Mary Elliot speaking." She said.

"I know." Nick Fury said on the other line. "I don't know if you know this or not, but your bestie, Steve, is a wanted criminal."

"I figured." Mary chewed her bottom lip. "He said you would find me a place to hide out for a while."

"You know, I really shouldn't." Fury said. "You're an ex assassin. How should I know you won't do exactly what Barnes did this evening?"

"It was that man that caused everything." Mary defended Bucky despite what he did to her. "I watched it happen right in front of me."

"I'll look into it." Fury said. "For now, I found you a place in D.C."

"Thank you so much." Mary sighed in relief.

"A few blocks from the American History Museum." He said. "When you get there, there's a refreshment stand not far away. Go to it and make sure no one can see you. There will be a woman that's set up to work there, she'll say something about the weather and you'll say, 'yes, but I always carry an umbrella'."

"Some things don't change." Mary mumbled. "How am I supposed to get there."

"I've already sent out a private jet to the airport." Fury said. "Get on it and you'll be flown to D.C."

"Thank you, Mr. Fury." Mary smiled.

"Be there by six sharp." He said, hanging up.

Mary looked at the time on her phone. It was only five, so she had time to wander around. She met a little old lady on the sidewalk and talk to her for a bit before she had to leave for the airport.

When Mary got to the airport, everything was broke. She noticed some of the Avengers together. Her plane still hadn't made it.

"Guys, what happened?" She covered her ears as a jet flew away above her.

"Your little boyfriend got away with a murderer." Tony said. "You're lucky I don't just kill you for it!"

"I didn't do anything!" Mary held her arms out in defense. "He literally threw me off the damn roof and broke my back! He put me in a choke hold, trying to kill me! He did all of this. It's his fault."

A jet landed on the runway. The words, "S.H.I.E.L.D." were painted across it.

"That's my ride." Mary glared at Tony.

She ran to the plane to avoid any confrontation. Even though she didn't know what just went on with her friends, she felt bad for them. They were all hurt, every one of them. She sat in a seat on the plane and realized how tired she was from all of the fighting.
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"Ms. Elliot, we have arrived." A tall man shook the sleeping woman.

"Don't touch me!" Mary punched him in the gut. He doubled over and Mary was quick to stand next to him. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were gonna try to hurt me."

"It's okay." He stood up straight and held out his hand for Mary to shake. "I understand what you've been through. Phil Coulson."

"Mary Elliot." Mary smiled. "Do you mind showing me the place I'm supposed to go?"

"Of course."

Coulson showed Mary the easy streets to get around in D.C. and the Museum of American History in case she wanted to look around in there. He brought her to the refreshment stand and let her go the rest of the way.

"Nice weather we're having this evening." The woman smiled.

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella." Mary smiled.

A small trap door opened behind the counter. Mary nodded toward the woman and climbed down the ladder. She was handed a key from a person as a desk.

"Room 28." He smiled. "Hope you have a nice stay."

"Thank you." Mary returned the smile and found her small room.

It wasn't too much. It wasn't too little. She had a nice queen size bed with flower print bed clothes. There was a small hallway that led into a nice bathroom. She had an average sized kitchen with all of her necessities.

"I can get used to this." Mary smiled to herself.

She stepped to the bed and sat down, instantly warming up inside at the comfort. She hasn't had a bed so comfortable since 1943 at her mother's house.

Mary laid back on the bed and was able to fall asleep. She was finally safe and comfortable. Away from all of her fears and problems.