Wildfire

When she wakes up the next morning it's to the sound of thunderous snores and a rumble beneath her cheek. A look around reveals that the room has been emptied and the sun has just begun to rise above the horizon. Moving slowly Amy shifts from under Thor's large arm, careful not to wake him. With a long stretch she lets the red cape fall back into Thor's lap and nearly purrs from the feeling of a good night's rest, arms to the ceiling and back arched she lets out a sigh at the feeling of sun on her skin. Amy walks over to the table where the team had been working last night and runs a finger along the glass edge, lighting up the surface with the files from the base. Shifting through labels her hands still mid air as a name stands out. Opening the file there are pictures and notes with scribbled writing that all three prisoners knew well. While captive they all became acquainted with Doctor Rathmus, a deceptive looking woman with the face of an angel and mind of a monster. Hydra had given her free reign of the base to research human mutations in the hope that she would unlock the key to giving their soldiers gifts. Amy could clearly remember the lines and words that had been written across her body to mark where the doctor next wanted to cut.
Before the lab Warren had beautiful wings with feathers the color of fresh snow, inside the file were pictures of the wings now kept in a box where she could study them. Seeing the boy’s wings frozen and bloody had Amy gripping the table and trying to keep from melting the table. The entire room grew cold as she drew in the heat, Thor's breathe now visible in the air. The latest not in the file was from three days ago, Rathmus had been trying to harness Warren’s avian genetics and wrote that the wings had to be moved to another lab where the equipment was better suited for long term storage. She referred to it as ‘the deep freezer’. Hydra would take Warren’s wings apart and create weapons, Amy swore to herself as she stared at the pictures that she wouldn't let that happen.
There door to the elevator swished opened and on the other side captain Rogers looked up from a file and nearly dropped his coffee as his eyes caught her. His eyes go wide and he splutters for a second as he drops his gaze and rushes to apologize.

“It's my fault Captain, I fell asleep before I could find anything to wear. My apologies for the surprise” She said with a grin as she walked back to the couch to steal back the bright cape and wrap it around herself.

“Oh no, it's fine I just wasn't expecting, well, that. I'm sure we can find you something. You must be hungry too, I could show the kitchen if you like.” He blushes from his ears to beneath the neck of his tight white tee shirt, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks anywhere but at her as she walked back over to him. When she gets close enough Amy puts out a hand and offers him a smile.

“We haven't been properly introduced, I’m Amelia Corkwood. Thank you for saving us, it would have taken much longer on our own.” She says when his eyes catch hers and he clasps her hand. He grins back quickly at the odd thanks and shakes his head.
“Well I'm Steve, you probably know some of the others already but there will be a chance for more introductions later. The kitchen is few floors down, we can take the elevator.” He says and turns to head back to the elevator. Amy stops him a moment as she turns back to look at a sleeping Thor.
“I do not wish to wake him but he might worry if I am gone.” She says with a nod to the couch filled with giant blonde.

“Don't worry about it. Jarvis will you please make sure that Thor knows where miss Amelia is when he wakes? Oh! And can you order some basic clothes for Amelia?” He asks as he looks the ceiling. Amy's brow raises a moment before she hears the cool British voice reply from seemingly thin air.

“Of course captain, welcome to the tower miss Corkwood.” It says, the voice is definitely automated but there is a hint of warmth to it that confuses her a bit. Looking to Steve with a frown Amelia returns the greeting quietly and searches the ceiling for cameras or speakers.

“Jarvis is the tower’s AI, he runs the place. If you need anything just ask him.” Steve continues and holds open the elevator door for her with a flourish. Amelia thanks ‘Jarvis’ quietly and steps into the spacious glass elevator. The view looks out over the city and already there is traffic below them, tiny specks of people rushing around and brightly colored cars that slowly make their way down the busy streets. When the elevator stops and the doors open Steve offers her the door and follows her out as she makes her way into the room, looking around at the tall kitchen counter and the clean metal appliances that gently hum in the background. On stools at the counter Natasha and Clint watch her as they sip their steaming drinks. Steve opens the industrial sized fridge and rummages until he comes out with a footlong sandwich piled to splitting with meats and cheeses. Clint is shaking his head and Amy slowly creeps toward the edge of the tiled area where the kitchen begins. There’s a pot of coffee dripping and a kettle on to boil, a loaf of bread is open next to a stick of butter, a basket of muffins is half empty and on the far end there is a truly enormous chocolate cake.

“I need a slice of this cake.” Amy whispers, slipping into French in her chocolate haze. Her feet hurry over to stare at it, there is a rose frosted on the top and tiny hearts surround it, it looks both sweet and professional without being childish. There are quiet chuckles from Steve and Natasha but her eyes are glued to the cake. Clint grins at her and points to the small note stuck under the plate.
Cake For Newbies, Not Clint!
The handwriting is decidedly feminine and the swooping cursive further endears the baker to Amy. There is a cake knife passed to her on a plate with a fork and she doesn’t even care how it got there. With a reverent gentleness she cuts a large slice and sets the knife down to stare at the slice now on her plate. slowly her fork dips into the chocolate layered with cream cheese frosting and the delicate bite slips between her lips like it belongs there. Amy knows that rationally no cake is worth the sinful moan she lets slip and the flutter of eyelashes she can’t stop, but this slice of heaven after her time in hell makes her feel at home.
“This is the best cake that has ever been created. If anyone touches it I will burn them.” She says with squinted eyes and an arm curled protectively around her slice. Clint laughs long and hard and nearly topples from his chair, Steve just rolls his eyes and grins at Natasha good naturedly.

“I'm so glad you like it!” Came a sweet voice from the other side of the room where a door lead to a set of residential suites. A short, curvy, brunette wearing an oversized sweater and hand knit beanie smiled. The young woman sashayed over to the counter and held out a hand to Amy.
“I'm Darcy Lewis, scientist wrangler extraordinaire, permanent intern to the fabulous Jane Foster, and taser of Thor, also baker of sweets.” She introduces with a smirk, her bright brown eyes radiate a happy warmth that has Amy sighing on the inside.

“I am Amelia, it is an honor to meet the maker of such a delicious cake. Thank you for such a treat.” She returns with a warm smile and soft handshake. The intern laughs and it seems to light up the entire room, Amy suddenly feels the need to hug her and curl up in the sunlight. She really needs to get cats out of her head. Darcy smiles and continues her way into the kitchen, stopping at each occupant to say good morning or greet them in a quiet way. The sound of the doors opening fades to background as Amy watches the woman hum and dance around the appliances as she sorts out ingredients for what looks like pancakes.

“As much as I enjoy the view darlin’ I think you might need some actual clothes.” Logan says from beside her shoulder, he grins at her as he watches her eye the intern and absentmindedly eat cake. She rolls her eyes at him at taps his nose with her spoon as she turns away from the baking.

“I do what I want.” She replies simply. During their time together it has been one of the recurring phrases that she will throw at him. Whether it's distracting a scientist from one of the others or putting up a fight when the guards come in. Logan shrugs and pulls out a cigar as he takes the seat next to her and reaches towards the rest of the cake. Somehow he always ends up with a cigar, one time when the doctors had left them alone for a few days he had suddenly started to smoke one and only shrugged when she asked about it. With a quick hand she smacks his fingers away from her cake and gives him a mock glare. He pops a claw and cuts away nearly a quarter of the cake to put on a napkin in front of him. He grins at her expression and holds out the end of his cigar to her.

“Can ya give me a light?” He asks with a wink. She could burn his face off, but snaps her finger and a small flame appears over her thumb instead. With a nod her lights his cigar and leans back to watch the kitchen.

“You can't smoke in here” Steve says from his place by Natasha, his expression is slightly confused and partly disappointed. His tone brooks no argument and with a sigh Logan looks back to Amy. With a smile and a snap the cigar is out like a light and Logan drops it on the table with a grumble about ‘the good old days’