You looked at the laptop screen and sighed. You did not understand what was happening, but hell you were sure, that whatever this man has decided, your quiet and lonely life would not be as quiet and lonely anymore.
You liked it that way. After your husband's death during one of the missions, you lived in this huge house alone. Away from the city, deep in the forests and mountains. Away from people, enjoying the nature and all those books you had on your shelves. Whenever you needed someone to talk to, you drive to the closest town and hoped to one of the pubs and made some small talks. You enjoyed your little sad life, hoping it would last longer. Until you got this email.
'I'm sorry Y/N, we need to stay low for a while.'
You didn't know who was 'we' and why someone like Sam would need to stay low but you knew, you wouldn't get any information until he came in.
The last time you saw him was about a year ago. But you kept on sending each other emails and texted every once in a while. You knew about him escalates with Captain America and joining Avengers. You were happy for him and proud but couldn't help but worry. You could not let yourself lose anyone else due to their heroic side.
You frowned hearing a knock to the doors. You took a ( broĊ) from the shelf in the desk and stood up to see who that was. It was a habit of yours from the army. You always brought your little friend with you. Just in case. Better to be prepared.
You looked through the Judas hole and small smile found its way to your lips. The face you loved and missed so much. Putting the gun away you opened the doors and felt strong arms pulling you towards. You gave back the gesture and you just stood there embraced into the bear hug.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. We had no-where to go", you raised your brow and only now noticed three other people showing up from behind the man. You knew them all too well, and couldn't help but feel stressed. If those three were here, it meant only one - trouble.
"You have always been trouble, Wilson!" You joked, taking a step to the left to look at every one. "Why don't you all come in, for a warm cup of coffee, and we can all go through the reason why you all are here." You smiled warmly to the Avengers, and opened your doors more, for them to walk in. You could notice the unsure look that Bucky and Cap gave to each other, but obligated, apparently trusting Sam enough to go into an unfamiliar house. "But first of all, we need to look at your injuries, there", you started showing them a couch in the living room, and went back into the kitchen to put on the water for coffee and take the med kit.
"We are alright, Ma'am, no need to worry." You raised your brow and sighed deeply, putting the kit next to them, in case they changed their minds. You looked over them and frowned, trying to understand who could have done this to them. Bruises, cuts and the lack of Winter Soldier's arm and a characteristic Shield. You didn't know what was happening but you decided not to push them to talk. Not until they all feel comfortable enough.
"I think it's a good time to start to speak, Sammy boy", you started gazing at your old time friend, walking back to the kitchen. You could hear an uncomfortable sigh from him and a minute later you came back into the living room with four cups of coffee, sugar and a cup of milk on the trace and put it on the table.
"We apologise to bulge into you like that. But Sam told us you are trustworthy, and we would be safe here." Captain started, taking a sip of his drink. He seemed nervous and anxious, looking around as searching for something that would attack him.
"You can say that", you started sitting up on the wooden chair opposite them, drinking up your coffee. "But this still doesn't answer why half of the Avengers are now sitting at my house."
"Technically less than a half", you chuckled hearing Widow's explanation. "You don't seem scared to see Winter Soldier, here" Your eyes landed on the beaten up man, who looked at you in some kind of sympathy and pain in his eyes. "You read the news and definitely know who he is", she continued, showing to the newspapers on your table.
"I know Sam since we were kids. If he decided to bring him here, it means there is no danger", you smiled at the ex-assassin and took another sip from your cup. "And with all due respect, Mr Soldier, you don't look like you even want to move from this comfortable couch. So I don't need to worry about you want to shot me." He smiled to you and nodded his head, relaxing a bit more into the seat. "But you are right, Miss Romanoff, I do read the news, and I do know what is happening. But this does not explain why you are all here, in my house." You raised your brow at your friend, who crouched in front of you, with this serious look on his face.
"Long story short, we need a hiding place from the accords and Iron Man", you widened your eyes and looked at Cap who seemed ashamed, and his eyes looked even sadder than minutes before. Your eyes came back to those brown ones, that looked at you with a hope you haven't seen for such a long time. You sighed and smiled at him.
"Sammy, boy. You know how I love long stories. Not like we are in a hurry, are we?" He looked around and after everyone nodded their hands, he sat on the couch and started his explanation, making you regret even asking.
