Four

Steve could hear the sound of vomiting coming from the ladies' bathroom, though he tried to be polite and pretend that he wasn't hearing retching. After the mysterious girl who was apparently named Charlotte started vomiting, Steve had immediately freaked out.

He was used to people like Stark or Barton having one too many drinks, but he hadn't been around too many ladies that had too much to drink. Wanda didn't have more than the occasional wine or beer and Natasha could beat most men when it came to drinking.

Before Steve had basically started panicking, the bartended had pointed towards the ladies' bathroom. Practically wanting Steve to take Charlotte anywhere that wasn't here. Steve had immediately gotten the help of Natasha and Wanda since he couldn't exactly barge into the ladies' bathroom without some dire reason. Though a vomiting girl seemed dire enough.

Steve could hear Natasha and Wanda helping Charlotte in the bathroom, though they couldn't do much but hold her hair and give her ginger ale to calm down her upsetting stomach. "I'm never drinking again," Charlotte mumbled as she struggled to get up. "I swear after this I won't even look at another drink."

Wanda rolled her eyes. "That's what they always say and then they seem to forget that they were ever in this position."

"Can you get up or do you still need to. . .um empty your stomach?" Natasha asked as she let go off Charlotte's dark hair. Charlotte took another swing of ginger ale and wiped her mouth with the blue napkin that Wanda pressed in her hand.

"I'm good, thanks." She nearly fell on top of Wanda even though she wasn't wearing high heels. "You guys are so nice."

"Believe me that's just the drinks talking, we're not always so nice." Natasha said dryly as she escorted her outside. "Come on, honey let's go outside."

Steve straightened up as the three girls came outside. Charlotte looked a little pale, but at least she wasn't vomiting all over the place. He cleared his throat. "Is everything all right?"

"Yeah," Natasha said with a raised eyebrow. She went towards Steve while Wanda helped Charlotte maintain a steady grip since she was practically falling asleep on top of Wanda. "Why do you always seem to pick up drunks?" she hissed slightly at him. "Did she come with anyone? Friends? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Anyone who isn't you?"

"No," Steve admitted. "I went to the bar to get a drink and then we started talking. I swear we didn't exchanged more than two sentences when she started getting sick."

"That explains it damsels in distress always seem to frock towards you."

"I don't think she's in distress, I think she's just lonely." Steve turned to Wanda. "Did you get anything out of her?"

Wanda shook her head. "I tried to get her to tell me where she lives. Or where she's staying, but she keeps talking about something with a house with weird creatures and a cat."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Well, that helps us solve nothing. We need to figure out where she lives. She doesn't have a cell phone which is weird enough, maybe the bartender knows where she came from- "

"Or we can just take her home with us," Steve quipped. "She can surely know about her whereabouts the next morning."

"Are you crazy?" Natasha hissed. "We are on the run. We can't pick up hitchhikers or strange women in bars who can't hold their liquor. In case you've forgotten in the last five minutes Steve we are on the run. We can't risk it not even for this girl. What if she opens her big mouth and tell the authorities?"

"She wont tell."

Natasha snorted. "That's the problem with you men, you go crazy over a pretty face."

Steve flushed. "It's not that, Natasha. Maybe it's because I'm from a different time, but even I know that it's not the best plan to leave a drunk woman by herself when the only thing she can tells us about herself is her name and that she has a cat!"

Natasha looked torn, she looked back at Wanda. Wanda shrugged. "Steve's right, we can't leave her here. We should wait until tomorrow, we always get wigs or tell her we're crazy hippies or something. If worse comes to worse I can manipulate her mind. She won't know the difference."

"Fine," Natasha snapped. "Let's go. We don't need to attract any more attention to ourselves." Natasha murmured something to herself under her breath, but since it was in Russian Steve had no idea what she was saying, but it probably wasn't very nice. "Guys, we're leaving."

Clint groaned and both Sam and Scott looked disappointed. Sam was the first one to noticed Charlotte. "Did we just add another team member?"

"No," Steve said. "This is Charlotte. She will be staying with us for one night. She's not feeling well."

"More like she's dead drunk," Scott said slightly interested. "Could I have some of what she had? I need it more than her." He was answered with looks. "Geez, it was a joke, tough crowd."

Clint's jaw tightened. "I don't know Steve; wouldn't it be safer to take her to a motel or something?"

"It's too dangerous," Sam shook his head. "I heard they have been tightening security everywhere not to mention that there are posters of the six of us and Bucky in every corner they are bound to recognizer us if we take Charlotte to a motel. We can't risk it, I think it's better to take Charlotte back at the safehouse and we can take her back to where she came from tomorrow morning."

"Sound like a plan," Wanda said as she looked at Charlotte who had a blissful, ignorant look on her face. "Come on Charlotte, you're going to stay with us. You're going to be safe with us."

"Ok," Charlotte said, not sure to what she was agreeing too in the first place. They exited the bar, when Charlotte suddenly said. "Wait, I need my broom."

"Broom?" Steve asked confused as Charlotte pulled out a broom that she had somehow managed to hide behind a couple of bushes. "Why are you carrying that around?"

"Because I need it to fly, silly."

"Duh, Steve." Clint said sarcastically, briefly wondering if they had picked up a psychopath.

"Right," Steve said obviously disapproving. "Well you can put it in the car."

Thankfully the ride back to the house went by quickly, Steve could feel the tension in the tiny car. The only one that seemed obvious to it was Charlotte who was babbling to Sam about how her broom worked, while Sam pretended to be interested.

"Home, sweet home." Scott said. "Where is Charlotte going to sleep? She can sleep in my room, I don't mind."

"No." Everyone said.

"She can sleep in my room, I'll crash on the couch, I've done it before."

They went inside and everyone quickly said goodbye. "Do you need help?" Wanda asked as Steve somehow managed to lead a staggering Charlotte inside his own small room.

Steve shook his head. "I'll managed, thanks."

-End of Chapter Four-

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