A/N: Quick question:
How should Bella deal her emotions?
Should she and the cap talk or do we let her keep avoiding him?
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"Stay here, Bits." He orders quietly, before pressing something on his left wrist, and heading slowly towards the door.
I nodded in response as he disappeared out the door. I lean my head onto the back of the couch, letting my mind and senses reach out, attempting to see who is outside with Tony.
However, the constant ticking of the clock placed above the hearth is making, does not allow me to, and in turn causes my anxiety spike up.
So, I looked around the room to find something that serves a distraction. My eyes land on my old battered copies of the Harry Potter series.
Silencio. I thought, amused at the thought of it actually working.
I had been reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, attempting to distract myself from before Tony came here.
I picked it up in a poor attempt to continue reading said novel, but after realizing I had been rereading the same paragraph on the same page for the past fifteen minutes, I gave up and set the novel back down on the coffee table.
As more minutes passed as I grew more and more agitated.
What was taking Tony so long?
When I looked back at the clock and realized he had been gone for more than thirty minutes. I quickly slipped on my boots and I grab my sweater, slipping it on and heading out of the safety of the house.
After the Civil War (while in the Raft)
Why did I do this? I should have fucking stayed out of it all.
Nat is going to kill us when she finds out.
It had only been a few hours since we all got arrested, except Rogers, who conveniently disappeared too.
Steve.
My mind hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, even after he disappeared in Syberia.
I missed Tony, Pepper and little Charlie. Nat.
It turns out Hawk was right, we were going about this all wrong and now not only were we all in prison. Other innocent people were once again affected by our actions. Scott Lang, also known as, Ant-Man was now stuck in here with us all and a nasty mark on his permanent record.
Every one of us that was trapped in here, was innocent, but according to the government we we now all considered traitors.
"You're Isabella." I heard someone whisper to me.
"Bella." I whispered back, turning to look, only to be met with Wanda Maximoff's curious blue eyes.
"You are one of us." She said, lowering her voice as she looked towards one of the guards, who is giving us the stink eye.
I move my head up and down once but realize no one can see me, I respond verbally, " Yes, I am." I respond, quietly.
"You saved my brother." She says, after a quiet moment.
"It was a team effort," I say as I look down at the floor.
"Eyas." My brother whispers as we hear a commotion begin just outside the door.
Samuel Wilson, aka the Falcon, who also happens to be a friend of Steve's, is now standing in his cell with a smirk on his face.
Oh no. He's here.
I look over and meet my brother's eyes. He looked back at me as the gates to the cells suddenly creaked open. The rings around our necks began making a beeping sound.
I quickly moved my hand and touched the ring causing it to burn out along with everyone else's, watching as all the rings burnt out and fell to the ground.
I quickly pull off the garments they put on us and looked at my brother. When he hears my approach he quickly ripps of his garments and reached for me.
All our things were conveniently left in a box right by the door.
I quickly grab all of my things, quickly grabbing my things and slipping on my boots before looking over to my brother.
"Clint?" I whisper.
He nods grabbing his weapons along with his bow and arrows before taking my hand.
As soon as I feel his skin make contact with mine, I close my eyes and concentrate.
"Bella, wait!"
I feel my body begin to hum, when I opened my eyes I realize we are standing before his farm.
We both quickly rushed into the house and look around worried.
"Looking for something?" We hear from behind us.
We both jump up slightly before slowly turning to meet an angry Nat.
She is wearing a pair of jeans, some boots and a black long sleeve.
"Nat.. I can explain." My brother says, putting his hands up in surrender.
"Save it, Clint." She says, cutting him off, before she pushes past us and up the stairs.
"Damn, at least she didn't get violent." He mutters quickly following her up the stairs.
It's been almost two years since they got married and one year since little Charlie was born. I only hoped to find someone who can keep me one my toes like that.