Three
Steve Rogers stared at the view in front of him trying to make sense of things. But in the end he was not really sure what he was supposed to be staring at. The safe house that Natasha had gotten them was in the middle of nowhere.
The closest things that Steve had to outside contact was the cow that was lazily chewing on grass a few feet away from him. "Are you hiding out here?"
Steve tuned around and saw Sam Wilson. "No." he simply said, but his voice cracked and it sounded weak and fake even to him. The truth was that he felt guilty about the whole mess of Civil War. Not what he had done per say, he would never regret saving Bucky, but he was sorry about the outcome of the entire situation. Not to mention that he felt horribly guilty for dragging down everyone, though it had been their own personal choice to follow Steve.
Still, now they were all in hiding and running away from the government. Ant-Man and Clint couldn't see their families, Rhodey had been hurt, and Tony. . .well, Tony had been left alone and Steve didn't blame him for being angry, after all he had hid something big from him for his own selfishness.
"You're lying," Sam said with a slight smile. "I can tell just by seeing your face, but Steve for the last time this is not your fault, man. We all choose to come as a team. So, stop beating yourself up."
"It's not that easy, Sam." Steve said. "There are a lot of things that I regret. Not to mention that everyone is at each other's throats after being stuck with each other for the past few weeks."
"That's why Natasha organized an outing."
Steve raised an eyebrow. "An outing? What kind of outing? Sam, we can't even go to a grocery store without having missiles being thrown at us."
Sam laughed. "Relax, Steve Natasha knows what she's doing. Besides she has a bunch of costumes on the go, she is the spy remember. Anyway, it's nothing special just a bar about twenty minutes from here. We won't get recognize Natasha says that the only people that stop there are truckers. So, what do you say, I know a seedy bar is not really your thing, but it might be nice to take a break."
Steve nodded. "All right, I'm in. Tell everyone to get ready."
Luna and Rolf owned a small house right smack in the middle of Kansas. It was a little bit smaller than Molly's house, but just the right size for the two of them. Or it should be, but they had magic creatures crawling out of every corner. If Charlotte found one more muffler getting her earrings and whatever shiny thing they could get their paws on Charlotte was going to lose it.
Pearl wasn't much help and instead seemed to spend all her time attempting to play with them. Luna and Rolf were incredibly nice to Charlotte however and despite the occasional creepy magical creatures that left whatever nest Rolf had installed for them, Charlotte was having a pretty good time. It was nice not to be alone in her own thoughts which could sometimes be less than pleasant.
Still Rolf and Luna were newlyweds and even though they got married a few months ago, they were still in the honeymoon stage. Which often made Charlotte feel like the awkward third wheel with only her cat for company.
Not to mention that it wasn't pleasant to eat your dinner while Luna and Rolf made love eyes at each other and gave each other private smiles. By the end of the week, Charlotte couldn't stand feeling like the designated third wheel and decided to go out. She quickly put on a pair of faded jeans and the emerald green sweater that Mrs. Weasley had knitted for her two Christmases ago that had a giant C across the chest.
She wasn't sure where she was going since she didn't know anyone or where anything was, but still anywhere was better than feeling like a third wheel with a happy couple. "I'm going out," Charlotte told Luna. Luna was making Rolf tea out of some kind of strange, purple liquid. Rolf didn't seem that eager to drink it and Charlotte couldn't blame him since it kind of smell like rotten eggs. "Would you mind taking care of Pearl for me?"
"Sure thing, Charlotte. Should I save you some tea? It's supposed to give you peace while you sleep."
Charlotte was sure that the only thing that Luna's tea was going to give her would be food poisoning. She shook her head. "No, I'm fine. Thank you though." Before Luna could offer her some tea again Charlotte practically bolted out the door.
She found her broom by the shed and she grabbed it. Even though she knew how to apparate, flying via broom was still her preferred method of traveling. Besides she wasn't sure where she was going. She just wanted to get out of the house.
The bar that Natasha had chosen for them to go to was called The Old Dan and Steve wasn't sure why the owner had chosen that name. But as he looked around at his teammates faces he couldn't help, but be grateful to Natasha.
It seemed that the outing had done them good and the team seemed more relax than they had been back at the house. Clint and Scott went to play darts and Natasha and Wanda went to go see a match of beer pong and he could see that Wanda was already slightly manipulating the cups with her able fingers.
"Do you want to come with us?" Sam asked as he pointed towards Scott and Clint's direction.
Steve shook his head. "You go ahead, I'm going to get a drink at the bar. Remember we are only staying here for one hour."
Sam snorted. "Sure thing, Mom."
Steve rolled his eyes as he headed to the bar. "One beer please." Ever since he had awoken he had found out that the human population had become more creative in terms of drinks, though Steve still prefer the classic American beer.
Hiccup.
Steve turned around and saw a thin, lanky young woman with flushed cheeks and a knitted sweater sitting next to him, obviously drunk. Steve cleared his throat. "Ma'am are you ok?"
"Ma'am?" the girl let out another giggle. "I'm not that old. Well, I kind of am."
"Miss," Steve corrected himself. "Are you ok? Can I help you with anything?"
She shook her head as she finished her drink. She lazily placed a couple of crumbled bills on the table. "I'm fine, I just. . .needed a night out, things have been bad for me and everyone seems to have moved on. And I can't move on, my mind won't let me."
Steve had no idea what this girl was talking about, but he decided to play along. She was obviously drunk and depressed. Not the best combinations. "Miss, what's your name? Are you here alone."
She stood around dazedly. "Charlotte. I think my cat is here somewhere." She placed a hand over her mouth, suddenly feeling queasy. "I think I'm going to throw up."
-End of Chapter Three-
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