A/N Another update! Let me know what you think.
Closing the front door of the house, I'd finally arrived home to peace and quiet. Letting out a breath of air, I dropped my bag onto the floor next to the coat hanger before making my way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I searched around for something to quench my thirst and found a half full carton of orange juice. Clutching it in my hands, I closed the fridge with a gasp as I instantly saw the Soldier standing on the other side.
"When did you get home?" he questioned casually before taking the juice carton from my hand.
"Not long ago. Didn't you hear me?" I replied while giving him a once over. Slightly sweaty, his hair looked as if he's been out in the wind. What had he been doing today?
The Soldier shook his head and nodded to the back door "I was doing something outside" he replied.
Opening the carton, he took large gulps before walking off and up the stairs. Raising an eyebrow, I ignored him and peered around, contemplating on what I'm going to do with my spare time. I don't have any homework and I don't have any chores. Life seems to be utterly boring at the moment. Grabbing my school bag from the front, I jogged upstairs and listened to the sound of running water. He's showering.
Entering into my bedroom, I sat down my bag and took off my shoes and socks. Sitting down at my desk, I rested my forehead against my arms as they folded in front of me. Suddenly I feel exhausted both mentally and physically. Falling asleep for an hour, I woke up to a warm hand gently rubbing my back. I looked to the side to see the Soldier standing next to me with a plate of food.
"Eat" he instructed while placing down the food "Then you can go to sleep"
"I'm not hungry" I said while getting up and walking past him to the shower. I hadn't forgotten the scenario between us two, and I doubt I ever would. It's still fresh in my mind. Shutting the white door to the bathroom, I stripped and climbed into the descending warmth of the water.
Taking my time to finish, I headed back into my room to find that the Soldier had gone but the food still remained. Ignoring the dish, I grabbed it and headed down stairs. Coming to a halt at the bottom, the Soldier sat on his usual seat at the dinner table. He's barely touched his food and his right hand held his head in a troubled sort of way.
"What's wrong?" I asked just above a whisper. I hardly ever see him like this.
Looking up, he watched me walk to the kitchen and wrap the uneaten food "Don't worry about it" he grunted before getting up with a scrape of his chair and marching back up to his room. Ever since we moved here the Soldiers been doing that; stalking back into his bedroom like a bear to its cave.
Pushing the fridge door shut, it slammed a little harder than intended because of my anger. Turning around, I marched up after him. And as I took the few remaining steps to his door, the hall began to oddly stretch and time seemed to slow. What am I going to say to him? Would I scream and yell, or would I try and be civil?
Stopping at the last step, I collected myself and my emotions. I don't want to argue with the Soldier anymore, and I mean it. Turning the door knob quietly, I jarred it open ready to speak when I froze. I'd forgotten that I've never seen his room until now, and it's odd to say the least. There's no bedframe, just a mattress on the floor with a few thin blankets and a pillow. There's a desk pushed up against the wall with various papers scattered all over, and above it rests a corkboard with a map. There's photos pinned to it, and it's all tied together with red string.
"What are you doing in here?" demanded the Soldier with a firm tone as he realised my intrusion. I was able to take another quick glance around when he roughly grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room; shutting the door behind him "You weren't supposed to see any of that" he spoke with anger.
I wrenched my arm from his grip and the tightness of his grip left red imprints. Narrowing my eyes, I looked at the Soldier and pointed behind him "What is that?" I demanded.
"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with" he retorted. Spinning me around, he pushed me with his metal hand; trying to get me to leave. The Soldier expected me to give up so easily, but I refuse to do what he wanted.
I turned back around "Tell me what that is. What did I just see?" I demanded once again.
He crossed his arms and the metal prosthetic glinted "Turn around and leave Katya. I'm not going to tell you" he replied.
"I'm not going anywhere until you answer me"
The Soldier uncrossed his arms with a sour look before turning around and heading back into his bedroom. The door slammed in my face. Standing in the hallway alone and boggled, I was almost beginning to fume. How hard was it to tell me? I stood there for a minute more before deciding to leave back to my own room.
Waking up the next morning expecting to go to school, it'd dawned on me during the third bite of my apple that there aren't any classes today. It's the weekend. Finishing my fruit, I disposed of the core into the bin before pulling on my jogging shoes and making my way out of the house. I decided I'm not going to wait around the house all day long, and instead I'm going to take a walk. To where I don't know, but anywhere is better than back there.
Winding and twisting my way through several streets, I ended up on a strip of road where all the ships are located. Taking my time to look around, I saw a group of teenagers walk toward a large building called WestField Mall. I decided to follow their lead and I eventually ended up inside of a massive complex filled with even more shops; including food, clothing and homeware.
In all my life I've never seen anything so extraordinary. There's hundreds of people surrounding me, all of which are carrying bags with different logos or drinking various drinks. Bumping me in the shoulder, a busy women with a wailing toddler gave me a glare as I stood in her way. Moving to the side, I started to make my way around the enormous lay out.
Taking a look through the shops, there's an abundance of things I never knew existed; especially technology wise. For an hour I'd fiddled around with display phone at a store. I remember back before I was put into cryo, the closet thing that came to this device was a rotary dial. But now, all you have to do is touch the screen. The phone would even talk to you.
Moving on, I stood in a bookstore and scanned the isle for only a few minutes before a familiar false named was called in my direction "Amelia" I turned my attention to see a flurry of red hair "What brings you here?" asked Cassidy.
"I was looking for a book" I replied and gestured "The Second World War"
She nodded her head and gave an instant look of concentration while she shuffled through the section "Well, we have a few. What were you looking for specifically?"
"In general, everything" I answered. In honesty, I don't know much about the Second World War. It was one of the only books the Facility never provided for us to read. When finding bits of information later on, I assumed it had something to do with Captain America and the destruction he'd caused Hydra.
I briefly looked over at Cassidy to see she stood in a uniform and name tag. I assumed that she must work here. The information didn't come as a surprise being the type of person she is. However, the thought made me thing back to the old days. Women didn't usually have jobs as it was the man's duty to provide for his wife and children. It's another thing time has changed.
Clearing my head, Cassidy pulled out a thick book and handed it to me. Looking over it, I nodded with satisfaction of the content "This is good"
"Glad I could help" she said with a smile "Come on. I'll put it through for you" following the red head over to the register, she scanned the book through and I paid the amount "Are you doing anything tomorrow?" she asked with a tilt of her head and slightly shy face.
"No. Why?"
"I was wondering if maybe I could come over and, I don't know. Hang out?" she said the last part with a squeak of hope. I looked her up and down. I'm not sure about the request. We've only had small encounters so far, and yet she's already insinuating us as friends. But then again, it would be an advantage for me if she did come over. It would stop the Soldier from bickering about the subject.
I nodded my head "Alright" I grabbed a nearby pen and wrote the address before giving it to her "You can arrive whenever you'd like" grabbing the book, I made my way out of the complex and toward home.
Arriving just over half an hour later, the Soldier was far from pleased when I walked through the front door "The least you could have done was told me where you were going!" he bellowed with anger. Apparently he's been worried for the last three hours when he found that I wasn't in my room.
"What did you want me to do? Slip a note under your door?" I retorted "You never talk to me, and when you do your always yelling at me. I'm sorry I don't tell you where I am every second of everyday!"
"You're insufferable!" he said while throwing his hands in the air "After everything I tell you, nothing seems to get it through your skull that you're not safe. Anything would have been better than you disappearing on me without a word" he huffed "We might have moved Alena, but your life is still endanger"
"Endanger from what?" I questioned "Hydra? S.H.I.E.L.D? What do you think they're going to do? Storm into the neighbourhood. It's been weeks since we left Wakanda. If anyone wanted to do anything, then they would have done it by now" I held the book I bought tight to my chest as I barged past him to head up to my room.
Dumping the heavy book onto the desk, I sprawled down on the bed and rested my face into the pillow. Tightly scrunching the fabric in my hands, I wanted yell and scream. Turning my head to face the wall, I heard a heavy set of footsteps move up the stairs and stop at the open entrance of my room. I could hear the Soldier stepping closer but I didn't acknowledge him when he sat on the edge of the mattress.
He sighed "I'm sorry"
I didn't reply and he shifted forward. I thought he was going to leave when I felt him lift me up enough to slip in underneath my body. I squirmed in the Soldiers hold as he pulled me up to lay back against his chest, but he only held me still and close. I felt warm lips pressed on the top of my head and on my temple.
"I'm sorry" he repeated. I didn't say anything as I sat in his arms. I know he means it. He always does.