The morning light was just about to rise high enough to the point where Sheila knew it would be safe to take her sunglasses off. For once, she actually wanted to keep them on throughout the rest of the day. If it helped her to remain hidden then she would wear them throughout the rest of the week. Clint approached the table she sat at and placed oatmeal, a glass of water, and a vitamin in front of her. Sheila would've objected to it if her body hadn't had betrayed her and started to eat the bowl of hot cereal. She was at least grateful that Clint didn't tease her about her behavior and just sat quietly sipping on his cup of coffee as he read the morning newspaper.
"Feels like I haven't been here in forever" Sheila stated.
Clint spoke up from beside her, "Being held captive takes that toll on you"
"What's going to happen to the agents that went on strike?" Sheila had to ask.
"Nick Fury is going to have a few choice words with those people" Clint replied, "I definitely don't want to be those people right about now. Fury has a way about making people feel like they wished that he had just put a bullet through their brains"
Sheila didn't feel any sort of sympathy about them, "They had it coming. As a team we are supposed to be united as one"
Clint quickly objected, "But the four of you did exceptionally well. Better than what Steve and I were thinking of seeing when we came back"
Sheila thought back to how Steve and Clint looked when they were waiting for the team to come back onto the rooftop. It almost seemed like they forgot to breathe when they told the group that Pierce was on ice. She wondered if that was the decision that Clint would've wanted. She glanced up to him but decided to not ask what he would've done. Regardless of the outcome, she was happy that Pierce was learning what karma was like.
Sheila began, "I feel stupid. I should've fought back harder. I didn't even remember that I had special abilities until after Bucky got his memory wiped"
"It happens to the best of us" Clint leaned forward, "I forgot that I had a weapon in my hand when instead I tried running to the nearest exit"
Sheila let out a laugh as Clint chuckled with her. She could tell by his voice that Clint was telling the truth. She picked up her water and popped the vitamin into her mouth and drank the water. Clint seemed to smile wider as he leaned back and glanced down to his newspaper.
"I guess something weird always happens on people's first missions" Sheila commented.
Clint made a sing-song hum as he kept his mouth shut. Sheila scoffed as she looked down to her oatmeal and slowly started to eat it again. As much as she hated it, she knew Clint wasn't going to let her leave the room until she's finished her breakfast that he provided for her.
Bucky stared at his face in the reflection. The man staring back at him was a cold-blooded murderer who nearly took the life of someone he loved the most. The hair was curtaining around his face as if trying to swallow him up in darkness. He clenched his jaw so tightly that he felt it was close to breaking. He glanced up above him to the woman standing behind him. She seemed concerned and a little bit hesitant on what he had just said.
Bucky commanded, "Do it"
Wanda countered, "You're sure about this"
"I want you to cut off my hair" Bucky stated again, "I trust that you've already been inside my mind on wanting to know my reason"
Wanda glared at him, "Just making sure that this all isn't a trick"
Wanda then sighed as she draped a towel over his shoulder and flipped his shoulder-length hair out. She glanced back over to Bucky's reflection who seemed to be watching her prepare. Wanda glanced back down to the ex-assassins hair and started to play with it a little. She squinted her eyes slightly as she imagined a hairstyle upon hairstyle on him that would do. Wanda suddenly perked up as she picked up a water spray and started to wet his hair.
"How did you know how to do this?" Bucky asked, "I wasn't expecting you to know so much about cutting hair"
Wanda huffed, "Pietro would have longer hair than me if he was…"
"In a better place" Bucky replaced the sentence, "Watching over you"
"He always had his head in the clouds" Wanda smiled as she snipped off some hair, "It makes it a little bit better knowing that his body was also there as well"
"Fate has a way of making things entertaining for us" Bucky replied, "Who knew that Captain America's best friend was also going to wind up being reunited with him nearly 70 years later. That Sam would understand his need on wanting to help me out of HYDRA's grasp because of his best friend dying in front of him. We all have lost someone we cared about"
Wanda placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder for a moment, "I'm happy to know that I'm not treading this path alone"
"Let's talk about something else" Bucky quickly said.
"Right!" Wanda continued to cut his hair.
"Thank you" Bucky spoke up.
"For what?" Wanda asked.
"If you hadn't had sent Clint a voicemail, he probably wouldn't have come to both of our aids at HYDRA's base" Bucky replied back, "I heard that you were pretty occupied in trying to snap me out of it. Something would've gone wrong"
"I was scared at that moment and needed Clint's advice on what to do with the situation at hand" Wanda scoffed, "Don't tell that to Sam. Promise me you'll take that to the grave"
Bucky smiled at her through their reflection, "Not one word"