Trust

He opened the door and I walked in. We then wished the other goodnight, even though we knew the other wouldn’t get one, and he left. The door then closed and I heard his footsteps reside. However, I never heard the lock click back in place. Turning back toward the door, I tried the knob. And sure enough the handle twisted. I cracked open the door and stuck my head into the hallway. Bruce was standing at the end of it, walking towards what I assumed was an elevator. At the sound of the door creaking open, he looked towards my direction.

“Already trying to sneak out. Tony will kill me if he knows I didn’t lock the door, but I think I can bear. If you need anything my apartment’s on the floor above. Or you can just ask FRIDAY.”

I nodded and closed the door. He really made the stupid mistake of leaving my door unlocked. But then I thought back to what he said in the kitchen, about me having multiple chances to kill him and not taking them. He had a point, but why haven't I? I’m one of Hydra’s deadliest assassins who never hesitated to take a life. I sighed and decided once again not to do anything. I sank back into my bed and attempted sleep. For the next six or so hours I tossed and turned. The alarm ended up waking me up four different times, which was annoying. But at least I didn’t have to deal with the nightmares. It was around five when I decided I had enough of it. I did my usual routine, punching bag, shower, dress. I thought about going to explore the tower with my new found freedom since it was very unlikely for me to run into any Avengers this early in the morning. And after mauling it over in my mind I decided to get out of this cageing room. Wandering over to the door, I turned the knob to see if the door was still unlocked. To my surprise, it was. I cracked the door just enough for me to slip out and was soon standing in the hallway. Now that my chance to wander had worked I had no idea what I was going to do. I decided to try to find a library. With all my missions from Hydra, I had very little time for leisure. But when I did, I always found myself drifting towards books.

"JARVIS," I whispered into the darkness.

"Yes Miss Anderson," a quiet voice spoke from seemingly nowhere.

"Um, does Avengers tower have a library?"

"Yes, Avengers Tower is filled with anything a resident might need. Including several libraries."

"Um, yeah, could you tell me how to get to the nearest one?"

"Of course, if you follow the path to the kitchen. Then proceed until you reach the fork. Make a left, and then it will be the 2nd door on your right."

I followed his instructions, which led me to a solid oak door. I slightly opened the door, as to not alert anyone of my presence. And, like JARVIS said, there was a library. Larger than anyone I had ever been in. It was the size of a gymnasium and was lined wall to wall with shelves of books. I scoffed to myself. Stark always did like to have the best and the biggest when it came to just about anything. I started wondering through the shelves, my fingers grazed the covers of books. I stopped on a red book, The Catcher in the Rye, and pulled it off the shelf. Scanning the back cover, I decided to bring it back to my room.(yes this is a hint in how Mya will discover herself) I wandered through the rest of the bookshelves, grabbing a few more books of the self.

I silently closed the door behind me and slipped into the empty hall. Repositioning the books in my hand I silently made my way back towards my room. The golden sunrise flooded the living room with light. A few steps ahead of me, I heard a noise. I crept towards the source of the noise, sitting on the couch, in almost complete silence, was a familiar red haired assassin. Almost as soon as I recognized her she was turned around, holding a gun out in front of her.

“Don’t even think about it,” I snarled.

She made no move to lower her gun,“What are you doing out here.”

“All these years of training has made your soft soldier. I thought you would be more of a shoot first ask questions later.”

She stiffened at the word soldier, and tightened her grip on the gun,”Well if you don’t answer the question this sure will become a shoot now.”

“Fine, Bruce left my door unlocked because he decided to trust me. Stupid decsion really. But, don’t worry I’m not taking all of your secrets, I just went to get a book.”

She glanced from the book in my hand back to the smirk on my face. She shook her head before sliding off the couch and towards me. She pressed the gun into my side and then pushed me forward. We kept in that position all the way back to my room.

“You know. You're just like me?”

“Keep walking.”

“Come on. Both two child soldiers from Soviet countries. Taken in by S.H.I.E.L.D because we could be of use of them. And be changed. But let’s be honest. Do we really ever change?”

The red head pushed me against the wall, “I am nothing like you. And I have changed.”

I smirked. We held a staring contest for ten seconds before she gave in and led me back to my room. She then shoved me inside and locked the door behind her. Well there goes my taste in freedom.