As it would turn out, Sam was going to be working on the floor with you from that night onwards. You welcomed the idea, especially since Sam knew these people a lot better than you ever intended on knowing them. He was mainly there for post-mission sessions but, like you, he would often just stay on the floor anyway, just in case.

You only had a few days until the Avengers would decide whether you were going to stay on permanently or not. Either way, you weren't worried, you were used to having to move from place to place, if anything, you may have been more scared of staying. Everyone had made some noticeable progress though, you agreed with Banner to meet the Hulk every two weeks for a short periods at a time, Visions phasing was almost fully complete, Rhodey could walk unaided again, and Scott Lang was still just happy to be there.

The only person you haven't really seen much of recently was Bucky.

After Sam had arrived the other week Bucky seemed to feel slightly awkward around you, maybe due to the fact that every time Sam and Bucky happen to be near each other, weather alone or in a group, Sam would always make some sort of comment about what he believes he saw that night. He would always do it in a round-about way which left all the other Avengers out of the loop, with some of them wanting to know so badly they would ask you to use your powers on Sam to find out, obviously you didn't need to. Bucky's sessions were now the same as anybody else's, an hour long, during the day, and strictly professional; what you had wanted, right?

Well... you guess so.

"I'm never taking the stairs again." Sam still stared in the direction of you and Bucky, balancing several boxes in his hands didn't seem to be his biggest concern in that moment.

"Good, its unnecessary work for no reason." You walk over to take a box from Sam's hands, more so to create space between you and Bucky than it was to actually help. "But whichever way you come, I'll usually hear you coming."

"How about this time? Did you hear me then?" He mocked.

"I wasn't listening out." You put it plainly, not biting the bait he hung for you. Looking over to Bucky, you see him starting to hunch over slightly, he seemed embarrassed. You didn't blame him. Who would ever want to be associated with you? "I was preoccupied." It earns a stifled laugh from Bucky at least.

"I could see that." Sam laughed, appreciating your confidence to the situation. "But since we're going to be sharing this floor now, this nasty thing is off the cards."

It left you feeling terribly lonely again, but you can always get used to that again. If Sam would ever let you.

He was down at the gym at the moment though, with Clint, Natasha, Wanda, Tony and Peter all being out on a small mission, it was a good time for him to take a break. He had friends to go entertain after all. You welcomed the alone time too.

"Dr. Y/L/N?" Visions voice echoed slightly through the room, he was still not a fan of doors, or floors to say the least.

"Hey, Vision, are you okay?" He was usually one to make an appointment, so his spontaneity had worried you slightly.

"Oh yes I am in perfect health, doctor. I was rather wondering if you might be feeling ok?" It was unusual to see Vision be so concerned, his formalities made the question sound a little forced, but you knew it wasn't.

"Uh- yeah I'm perfectly fine, thanks." You weren't expecting anybody to ask you about your feelings if you were honest, they didn't really seem to be relevant to your job description.

"I hope you don't mind, doctor, but I have compiled my own assessment of you on my own limited knowledge. I would like to share it with you once you pass the month trial, which to my calculations, will definitely happen. I think it will shed more light on why I ask such a question."

"Sure. Come by whenever you want to," You smile, not really knowing what else to say, but also being intrigued by the knowledge Vision has. And with that, Vision was about to leave. "Vision, the elevator, please." You laugh, now he looked like a human it was really unnerving to see him rise from the floor below you, it was truly horror-movie worthy.

You walked him over to the elevator as a matter of courtesy, not many people visit you with the intention of just a quick chat.

DING

The elevator doors rolled open, for you to be met with three faces.

Sam.
Steve.
Bucky.

You hadn't seen Bucky in a week. Not even for a session. It wasn't your job to pester people to show up though, it was their choice. It gave you more free time anyway, you had time to read some books and relax a little more now. You'd like to say you could get some peace and quiet, but quiet is never an option with Sam.

"Can I ask you a question?"
"Besides that one?"
"Next time I just wont give you a choice."
"You wasn't going to give me a choice anyway."
"Touché."

You continue reading, you had found some cool looking poetry from the Beat Generation that you were eager to get through.

"Anyway about that question." Sam started, obviously not letting it go. "What was it that I saw last week when I came up here? I tried to ask Winter Boy but he does that thing where he pretends that he's introverted and never speaks to me."

Well, that was the end of your reading session for today.

"He was just checking to see if my scar had healed, he didn't believe that Gods heal quickly." You shrug, it was nothing really, when you think about it. Just you proving a point to someone you live with.

"Uh huh," Sam was clearly unconvinced. "But when I came up, he wasn't looking at your scar."

You knew this, it may have gotten a little out of hand, but you weren't taking this interrogation from Sam sitting down.

"So then what was he looking at?" You roll your eyes, waiting to scoff at whatever answer he came up with.

"Your lips." Sam replied, as though he had never been so sure of anything before.

"I think you're wrong." You laugh, mocking his idea, despite wanting it to be true.

"You know, to say you're Goddess of the Mind or whatever stupid ass title is, you really have no idea what's going on in his head." Sam laughed, the mocking now being turned back around on you. "Maybe you should put them powers to good use and see for yourself."

"You don't mind us using this common area instead of the downstairs one, right? The brothers are having a little catfight and it seemed easier to just avoid it." Sam asked, but it wasn't really a question, he had already made his way to the common area and put his feet up. Vision silently left in the midst of all of the confusion, you wished you had too.

Smiling, you greeted Steve and Bucky, stepping out of their way to allow them through, you didn't really feel the need to say anything. Everybody should always feel welcome on your floor, so maybe Sam was onto something. You head into the lab and leave the boys alone, you didn't have any work to do, but you could always find something. Maybe hold onto the Hulk files and relive the first meeting? That was an interesting one. Relive Tony's New York experience? You had tried not to think on it too much, but every time Tony had mentioned it, it felt like something bigger was at play in New York.

"Yo Y/N! I know damn well you don't have no work to do, get out here!" Sam shouts across the floor, it was a common occurrence, once either you or Sam were comfy, you would just shout and hope the other heard you. It worked. It also helped you feel more human, since you could definitely communicate with anybody in any room if you chose to use your powers to their full extent. You felt your guests may not appreciate the system you and Sam had in place though, so you just abide and trudge out to the common room, a notebook in hand, so you could continue pretending to work.

"For your information I do have work to do," You slump down onto the sofa next to Sam, with Steve and Bucky taking up the contents of the other, leaning your back on the arm and swinging your legs up so you were as comfortable as possible. "It's just that none of the work is strictly new, or relevant."

"You're redoing work? Our files?" Steve asked, he seemed interested enough for you to continue, ignoring the glint in Sam's eye that had been there ever since he came through the elevator.

"Uh, yeah, I guess. Sometimes in a session its hard to take note of everything of importance all at once, I don't want to miss anything that may change the end assessment. So in each sheet of paper from each session is the whole conversation. I relive it whenever I feel it necessary." You hoped that this use of your magic wasn't frowned upon, you had not asked permission to do so after all.

"...Like a transcript?" You honestly didn't know if this was Steve's old age talking or if he had actually forgot that you're a literal Goddess. Sam was trying not to laugh at the question, you even thought you saw a smirk flash onto Bucky's face. You were lost for words, not really knowing how to explain that objects hold their memories, and you can live them.

You decide to respond with a simple, "No, not really." Earning you a laugh from Sam, who's little eye glint was now at the forefront of your mind, as it had grown as he decided to take the floor.

"Come on man, she's literally magic personified and you think she just writes out the whole conversation?" You and Sam had several conversations about the extent of your powers, you told him that psychometry was one of your favourites. "She can like, tell you everything that has happened in one spot, like that chair, her notebook, that spot by the window just there."

You knew he wouldn't be able to resist. He usually doesn't tease you about what he thinks he saw that night though, other than the odd suggesting look after a session with Bucky. You look to check Bucky's reaction only to see his eyes already locked on you, he didn't seem to mind, it wasn't like you were caught in a compromising position. He was just checking your scar. That was it. You're not even friends with him, or anyone, there was nothing to hide about what had happened.

Except the fact that you had gone to relive that moment a couple times since it had happened. Only ever when Sam wasn't around though.

"Why that spot by the window-"

"-It's nothing." You, Bucky and Sam all said in unison, with varying tones of urgency. Bucky's seemed to be the most urgent. Maybe just because he was expecting it from Sam.

"Sure sounds like nothing." Steve laughed, he didn't seem to mind not knowing, which you appreciated.

You turned to Sam to give him the warranted death stare, only to see him smirking back at you. Whatever his plan was, you knew it wasn't finished yet. It would've been so easy to read his mind and play him at his own game right then, but you didn't want to jeopardise your relationship with Sam, he was sharing your floor after all. It definitely wasn't because you thought he could be one of your closets friends here. You don't have friends.

"Yeah, yeah it's nothing at all uh- Steve, could I speak to you alone in my poorly decorated lab for just a sec?" Sam finished playing his hand, pacing towards the door before Steve had time to question him. Leaving you and Bucky alone, facing each other, the way your last interaction in this room had started.

"If you want to decorate it, by all means do, I just like being a minimalist." You shout after Sam, who graced you with a middle finger.

Silence.

Not like that comfortable silence either, since you and Bucky had been on purely professional terms for over three weeks now you didn't really know what to say to him. You guess this was what you wanted anyway, professionalism at all times. You started to scribble away on your notebook, so at least something would be breaking the silence.

You weren't really drawing or writing though, you were letting your subconscious have its way with that again. You were thinking. Hard. About that night and how weird you had felt since, a slight awkwardness lingering in the room, like you and Bucky had took it too far. You had took it too far. Acting so unprofessionally, and putting him in danger like that; wanting more, knowing the consequences.

"...How's your hip?" Bucky asked eventually, his voice raspy and quiet, he didn't seem to know what to say either.

"You know it's fine." You continued scribbling away, trying not to pay much attention to your mind telling you to throw away the book and talk to him. Lucky for you, you were trained in self-control. "But thanks for your concern."

Silence. Again. Painful silence.

Probably not a part of Sam's plan, which you still didn't fully understand yet. Why would you need to talk to Bucky?

"Well, this has been sufficiently weird." You give a weak half smile and you stand, making you way to your lab. Maybe it was time to review those New York files again.