Still don't own Avengers. Only Audrey.
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Singing birds gently wake me up. I groan, not wanting to wake up yet, having actually slept for a couple of hours without nightmares. When I do get the change to sleep without nightmares, I like sleeping until my body wants to wake up.
'Wait a minute!' My mind screams out in shock. 'The bedroom didn't have any windows. Where am I? What happened? Does He have me?'
Quickly my eyes fly open as I sit up. This room is bigger than the SHIELD one. There is a dresser and a vanity table. At the foot of the bed but the far wall is an open doorway, leading to the bathroom. Another door, to the left of the bathroom one, goes to a closet.
Looking all around, my legs move to the side of the bed. Slowly I stand up, puzzled as to where I am and why. No part of my body hurts so I wasn't hurt when whoever brought me here. That makes me happy though still scared.
Hesitantly, I walk to the left of the bed, where the singing birds are from. A black curtain is barely moving, drawing my attention. My steps are hesitant as I step to the curtain, unsure of what I will find when I look outside.
Slowly my right hand pulls the curtain to the side. The balcony doors are open with sunlight shinning on me. A little bit faster, I step out onto the balcony, dropping the curtain behind me. I gasp at the sight before me.
All around me are trees, full of greenness, nothing else. My eyes look to the left and then to the right. Not seeing anything else besides trees. I step up to the railing, leaning on it as I enjoy the sun landing on me, warming my entire body.
My eyes close, face angling up towards the sun. Because of the foster home and being weak, I don't hang out in the sun very much. Though I usually sit on my bed in the sunlight in my foster home, mostly doing homework.
"Its beautiful, isn't it." A deep but kind voice says from behind me, making me jump because I didn't realize he was there.
Quickly I turn around, wondering who it is. Oh my gosh! It's the Winter Soldier. My eyes widen, seeing his outfit, the mask over the lower part of his face, and his metal arm. I know that the Winter Soldier is good but it takes a while.
"Winter Soldier." I whisper, taking a step backwards, bumping into the railing. "Are you Bucky?" I hesitantly ask him.
His head cocks to the side as he thinks about his answer. That tells me that he isn't Bucky yet but he still has niceness inside of him. It must not be very long after he saves Captain America from the flying aircraft that was going to kill a million or more people. (From Captain America 2: The Winter Soldier)
He steps closer to me, invading my personal space. Wanting to get away from him, scared of what he'll do, I take one step toward him. When he seems to want that, I dodge around him, running back into the bedroom, ducking under the curtain.
Before I get very far, his metal arm is wrapped around my waist, gently. He drags me back, before forcing me to sit on the bed again. I tense, before realizing that a tray of food is on the bed beside me. My eyes look down at it, puzzled.
"Why are you giving me food?" I question, looking up into the Winter Soldier's eyes, wondering if the food is drugged or something.
"Eat." Is all he says, demanding, before he steps away from me, walking out the bedroom door, shutting and locking it.
Not ready to eat yet, I head to the bathroom. Since the hospital, I basically only eat two meals. A light one in the morning and then a regular-sized one in the evening. Sometimes I will eat an apple for lunch and then an orange for desert.
Quickly I take a shower, using the supplies in the shower stall. There is melon-smelling shampoo and conditioner. Also there is flower-smelling gel body wash. Hanging on racks outside of the stall are towels, one for the body and one for the hair.
Done with the shower and shaving, I brush my teeth, using a toothbrush and toothpaste. Then I brush my, middle of the back, reddish-brown hair. Luckily I don't have bangs because they are a pain to keep up with.
Wrapping a towel around me, I walk back into the bedroom. The Winter Soldier is standing there in the middle of the room. I freeze as he turns to me. His eyes turn back to the tray, before he looks at me again, one eye-brow raised.
On reflex, I step backwards. Fear grips me, not wanting him to hurt me. When people look at me, they usually cause pain. I don't want that, not liking pain. Though I can handle torture and death, just not losing my virginity.
"Clothes are in the dresser. Hopefully they fit." He says, looking me up and down, but not in a sexual way but more of a protective way.
I just look at him, puzzled. He gestures to the dresser, smiling gently at me. On reflex, my lips quirk up in a small smile. He steps toward me, scaring me. I take another step backwards, unsure if he's going to hurt me now.
"You didn't eat. Why not?" He asks, before moving backwards and sitting down on the bed. "Come and eat."
"I'm just not hungry. Sorry but I don't eat much anymore." I tell him, before walking over to the dresser, wanting to get dressed and hoping clothes are in there.
"What do you mean?" He demands, standing up, eyes glaring though its not at me but at someone else. "Who has hurt you?"
"Why would you care? I'm nothing to you. All I am is the Ugly Freak of Nature." I tell him, opening up drawers, trying to find something to wear.
Suddenly he storms from the room, slamming the door shut. I jump from the noise, not liking loudness. But my eyes stay on the dresser drawers. Every drawer only has nightgowns, except one that has lace panties in it.
Not liking dresses very much, I slip into a blue nightgown and matching panties. The nightgown is knee-length with a kind of low-cut top and straps over my shoulders. Its snugger than I usually like, not liking people able to see my fat bulges.
Walking over to the curtain, I step out onto the balcony. Carefully I sit down, leaning against one side of the railing, looking through the wide bars. My legs draw up to my chest, arms wrapping around them, as I lay my right cheek on my knees.
