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Wyatt ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to put everything into words. "This wasn't really in my file at S.H.I.E.L.D. not all of it anyways." He started before turning his back to everyone and walking over to the window, leaning his right side against it so everyone in the room could see him.
"About a year before I left S.H.I.E.L.D. I was on an away mission over in Russia. It was supposed to be recon only, no need for fighting or anything. They got the wrong information and it was an ambush." He rubbed his left shoulder when he was shot through and through.
"My team was killed and I was captured once they heard my last name. Figured I could survive whatever they did to James like he did." He shrugged, "The first month I slept and was injected with a brand of super soldier serum without knowing it. I woke up feeling different, everything was heightened and my body felt like it wasn't mine anymore." He licked his lips.
"The next three months were filled with them trying to break me of my habit of attacking the trainers to try and get away. I finally started playing along after they threatened someone close to me and the next four months was training. They trained me and they managed to piss me off to the point that I snapped, making my eyes turn bright red. I almost made it out of the base that time before I was shot six times."
He paused to let them get the information in their heads before he started talking again. "Next two months were spend trying to see if they could get me into that state again. It didn't work out the way they planned because I did make it off the base that time and then it took another month for S.H.I.E.L.D. to find me. A month of keeping me away from people, I finally told Fury to go fuck himself and disappeared."
He shrugged, "Until another HYDRA assassin make himself at home on my couch. Still don't know how James found me either." He chuckled dryly, keeping his eyes out the window. He turned and left. He managed to get onto the roof and sit on the edge, his left leg dangling over the edge and his right one curled up against his chest with his arms wrapped around it.
He heard footsteps coming towards him and knew it was James. He felt a warm body press against his back and James's arm sink around his waist, his face buried into his back. James was tense and it took a moment for Wyatt to realize why. He 'died' falling off a train so he probably didn't do heights so Wyatt made him move back with him until they were on the middle of the roof and that got him to relax.
"Why didn't you tell me?" James asked, nuzzling himself into Wyatt's neck gently. Wyatt sighed and licked his lips before shrugging.
"I wasn't focused on what they did to me. I was focused on what they did to you. I've had time to get over what they did to me."
"The nightmares tell a different story, Wyatt."
"I can handle the nightmares, James." He grumbled and James let the subject drop for now. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Wyatt asked a question.
"What did the others say?" He asked, fearing their reactions.
"I figured Barton already knew by the way he wasn't surprised, Tony was angry and locked himself in his lab, Bruce had to go into his lab for a while, Steve was upset and Natasha was unreadable." James told him gently and Wyatt nodded.
They sat in silence after that for about an hour before James picked him up and carried him to their floor. He put Wyatt down in his bed and took off his shoes. Wyatt yawned and stripped off his shirt and boxers before pulling James down to lay next to him.
"No, Wyatt. I might hurt you again." James said firmly before trying to pull his hand away. Wyatt grunt as he yanked James down before straddling his hips and laying his head against his chest.
"I trust you, James." He whispered and James finally relaxed enough for Wyatt to roll on his side and curl up against James with his back to him. He felt a metal hand wrap around his waist and relaxed against James's chest.
He fell asleep quickly and woke up a few hours later to his bed dipping in, making him frown for a moment but it changed into a sleepy smile when Clint pushed his back against James's arm and his chest.
Wyatt tucked his injured arm under his pillow and wrapped his right arm around Clint's waist, letting the archer lace his fingers into his on his chest, resting above his heart.
Now that Wyatt had both the people he trusted with his life on either side of him he slipped into an easy sleep without nightmares.
He woke up way to hot with two people against him. His brain took a moment to wake up and he relaxed knowing that they weren't going to hurt him. He buried his face into Clint's neck, breathing in his scent mixed with James's.
He placed a kiss to Clint's neck gently before wiggling out of both of their grips, sighing in relief when he didn't wake them up. He covered James with one of his blankets and Clint with the other so it wouldn't be awkward for them, well; that awkward at least.
He grabbed a pair of sweats and a male tank top so most of his scars would be covered. He had a barcode tattoo on the back of his neck that read 112-584. It was what HYDRA called him when he was in their base.
He had enough hair to cover it so he didn't worry about that as he made his way up into the main kitchen and smelt breakfast was already being made. He expected to see Bruce cooking but was surprised when it was Steve freaking Rogers.
He noticed that Steve was the only one up and wondered what time it was. He looked at one of the clocks in the room and saw it was five in the morning. He hasn't talked to Steve along since he was at his house and telling him about James and the Howling Commandos. It was a bit awkward.
He cleared his throat to let Steve know he was in the room with him before sitting at the table. He watched the super soldier turn to him and smile.
"Hey. Didn't know you would be up." Wyatt snorted at that.
"I wouldn't be if it wasn't for the two hot boxes in my bed. James and Clint are human heaters." He smirked when Steve's eyes widened and he blushed.
"We didn't do anything, Captain. James is family and Clint is an old friend." He assured the blushing icon with a grin of amusement. "Besides, they're going to be awkward around each other for a little while since I left them in the bed without waking them up." He had a wicked look on his face and Steve started laughing.
"I wish I can see their faces." Steve managed to get out and Wyatt beamed at him happily. Happy that he got his uncle's best friend to laugh at something he did. At least he won't be upset when he gets bitched at by James and Clint for leaving them in the bed together without him in the middle. He just hoped that James didn't have a nightmare.
Wyatt looked at Steve's face as he grew serious and frowned a bit. "Is something wrong?" He asked, hesitate to know the answer.
"You didn't tell us everything last night." Captain America said smoothly as he went back to cooking. Wyatt shifted awkwardly and shrugged a bit.
"No I didn't. I have animal instincts that normally come out when I feel threaten and that's why my eyes turn red." Wyatt explained before swallowing hard. "Apparently they mixed the serum with cat DNA. Don't know what cat but I know it was cat DNA." He told him, playing with his hands as he watched Steve move around the kitchen.
"Cat DNA. How did you figure out it was cat DNA?"
"When someone touches my hair I start to purr and I always land on my feet. And the fact that cat have nine lives and I've died twice." Wyatt said causally, smirking at the shocked expression on Steve's face.
"That's a story for another time, Cap." He waved his hand at the food and made grabby hands at it. Steve chuckled and handed him a plate of eggs, bacon, and pancakes.
Wyatt hummed in content and got himself a glass of milk before digging in with a small thanks. Steve seemed to watch him fondly for a moment then get his own plate and sit across from him, eating his own food.
They sat in silence while they ate. It seemed they really didn't need to speak and that was alright with Wyatt. He wasn't much of a talker anyways.
