Secretly Planning Murdur
Of course they would want him to have maitenance. Now that it was clear that he wasn't the man his Mission remembered, they wouldn't want him to walk free. They would probably try to assign him a new handler.
Winter scowled and tightened his grip on the mug. He was not going to allow anyone else to choose his handler. No one woudl be as good as Stark, Winter was sure, besides, the Avengers didn't even have a chair that they could use. Or at least, he hoped thety didn't.
Winter tuned back into the converstaion, realizing that he had retreated into his mind. Berating himself for the failure, anything could have happened while he wasn't paying attneiton, he turned to look over at Stark and Wilson. Vision had joined them, though he dind't seem to be a large part in the conversation.
"You can't say no to something you've never had!" Stark said.
Wilson crossed his arms. "I just think it would be easier to get something simpler," he said.
"If you say McDonalds I am going to kick you out of this compound."
"I'm not saying McDonalds, maybe something more like, I don't know, Chic-Fil-A?"
Stark gasped dramatically. "Absolutely not! We are ordering shawarama and that's that!" he said. Wilson sighed and rolled his eyes. "Friday, order the usual will you?" he asked.
"Of course, Boss," Friday responded. Winter startled slightly, having forgotten about Starks' AI. He shot a glance up at the walls and ceilings, trying to find any cameras. Winter couldn't find any, which could mean anything from there not actually being any or they were so well disguised that he couldn't spot them. Knowing about Stark's intelligence, Winter was betting on the latter.
"Oh, wait, Winter do you want anything or just want a surprise," Stark asked, turning to look at him.
Winter stared at Stark for a couple seconds, not quite sure how to respond. "A surprise?" he asked. That surprise shouldn't be anything like HYDRA's, otherwise Winter was going to have to seriously reevalute his handler options. However, nothing has shown him that Stark acted anything like HYDRA, and they were talking about food so perhaps it would end up being a type of food. Hopfully.
Tony nodded and told Friday. He looked around the kitchen and drank the rest of the tea Vision had made. Everyone was sitting there, it was quiet almost peacefully so. Winter felt himself slowly relaxing. Perhaps this upcoming surprise will not be terrible and his Mission won't be as unbearable as he previously had been.
"Oh, forgot to tell you guys, but Rhodey's going to be coming over later," Tony said. Wilson looked excited as he started cleaning up the small mess they had made. Winter watched him for a bit before getting up and doing the same. The cabinets were ridiculously unorganized, Winter decided that he would organize them later if he had the time to do it.
"I presume this isn't just a visit to see you?" Vision asked.
Tony sighed. "No, although I am a little offended that Rhodey coming over makes you think that he needs to have an actual reason," he said.
Wilson smiled, sitting back down at the counter. "I doubt you give him the chance to be able to come for a friendly visit," he said.
Stark gasped, his hands flying to his chest. "So hurt!" he said. "I gave him plenty of chances!" Wilson laughed and Winter turned away, hiding a small smile. He was almost done cleaning. Thankfully there was no more tea so he didn't need to figure out if he should leave that out. Winter wished that it was jsur this group in the compound, everything would be much easier without having to be around the other Avengers. Except for Natalia interrupting them, it almost seemed like they were the only people in the compound.
That was definantly proved wrong when his Mission and the Witch walked in. Winter turned to dace them, not trusting to show his back to either of them. Stark also tensed up. Winter narrowed his eyes and he tried to figure out the exact reason. It had to with the Wirch and his Mission. Winter was betting the Witch did something. He growled internally, if she even tried anything else he kill her. Perhaps in her own room or outside so he didn't break the no blood in the commons room.
His Mission was slightly out of breath and his hair was damp. He looked around the kitchen, his eyes catching on Winter's who pointedly looked away. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his Mission deflate like a balloon. The Witch shot Winter a glare from behind his Mission.
"Have we made plans for dinner?" the Mission asked, turning away from Winter. As soon as his back was turned Winter glared back at the Witch, leaning back towards the knife block. He was pleased to notice a quick flash of fear cross her face. Of course, he wouldn't actually use the kitchen knives. He would use his own. The Witch didn't know that though, and if she thought he woudl he wasn't going to make her think differently. Wilson seemed to notice and gave him a dissapointed look.
Winter rolled his eyes and attempted to look less threatening. Judging by the Witch, he wasn't seeming to have much success.
"I ordered some shawarma," Stark said.
The Mission sighed. "Again? Couldn't we have ordered something else?" he asked. Winter scowled, if his Mission wasn't there than he can't be upset about not having a say in what food was being ordered.
"Well, I'm sorry for not knowing exaclty what you would like and dislike," Stark snapped. The Witch narrowed her eyes and Winter spotted the soft red magic wrapping around her hands. He glanced at the others and only Stark seemed to notice. Winter growled at the obvious threat to his Handler.
The others in the room turned to look at Winter. "Ты не сделаешь ему больно," (You will not hurt him) he hissed. Everyone looked at Winter, the Witch, noticing the distraction, waved her hands some more, making the magic grow. "Опусти руки ведьма," (drop your hands witch) Winter said. The Witch's eyes widened and she looked suprised at being caught.
His Mission was talking to him, trying to calm him down. Winter ignored him and stalked towards the Witch. "Я не буду спрашивать снова." (I will not ask again). To his delight, the Witch listened, and the red magic disappeared. She shot a venom fillled glare at Winter before whimpering and turning to his Mission.
"He threatened me!" she said. "He isn't safe to be around," she added.
His Mission nodded along. "She's right, Tony. We can't have him walking around the compound if he's just going to threaten innocents," he said. Stark looked like he was going to disagree, but nodded relunctantly. "We can keep him in the Hulk's containment cell until he shows that he won't attack any of us," his Mission said.
Winter felt a spike of fear. If he was locked up he wouldn't be able to protect Stark. "Пожалуйста, не заставляй меня уходить," (Please don't make me leave) he said, almost begging. It didn't look like Stark understood.
Stark stood up. "I'll take him down, Vision will come with me for protection," he said tiredly. He gestured with his hand for Winter to follow him. Winter fell into step behind Stark, shooting a glare at the Witch. She looked triumphant as she watched them walk away. As though this would stop him. Perhaps he could convince someone to let him out, the witch was clearly using her powers against Stark, and probably others as well.
He followed Stark quietly, Vision coming up behind him. They traveled down through the compound to a brightly lit room. Inside was a heavily reinforced chamber, circular and with nothing in it. Stark opened the door and Winter walked into the room, it closed behind him, keeping him from getting anyway.
Vision was watching him with a slight frown. Winter stared back. He wondered how long he would be stuck in this room, with nothing to do. Stark sighed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I'll be down later, if you get bored you can talk to Friday," he said. Winter gave a curt nod.
Stark looked over at Vision and then started to walk away. Winter wanted to call after him. Once Stark left, Winter was left with Vision. "Would you really have attacked Wanda, had she not done as you asked?" he asked.
Winter nodded. "If she hurt Stark I would have attacked her," he said honestly. Vision nodded and looked around the room. He looked like he wanted to say more, but stopped himself. Vision walked away, leaving Winter alone in the cell.
He glanced around the cell. Automatically trying to see if he could find any way out. There wasn't any way out of the cell but the door he used to come in. And he doubted the glass along the walls would break if he hit them. His Misison said that this was used for the Hulk, if it could contain the Hulk it could definantly contain Winter.
SIghing, he sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall so that he was facing the door. "Friday?" he asked.
"Yes?" Friday answered. Perhaps he could see if he could learn more about the compound and the Avengers. Or just anything else, really.
"Can you tell me about the Avengers?" he asked.
Friday hummed an affirmitive. "Directer Nicholas J. Fury, created the Avengers Initiative, he first approached Boss int he hopes of convincing him to join. Boss denied joining, he later approached Agents Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff, Hawkeye and the Black Widow. When Captain Rogers was defrosted he was also asked to join, as well as Dr. Bruce Banner. The Avengers only became a team during the events of the Chitauri invasion. They lived in Avengers Tower, moving here after the events of Sokovia," Friday said.
Winter nodded. He had already known that information, but it was still nice to know that Friday would tell him things. "Can you tell me about Sokovia?" he asked.
"Sokovia is a small, Eastern Eruopean country. Wanda and Pietro Maximoff are from this country, Pietro being killed by Ultron, and Wanda joining the Avengers shortly after her brother's death," Friday said. Winter scowled at the mention of the Maximoff twins. He kenw that Pietro wasn't as bad as Wanda, which led to him being slightly dissapointed with how she had been the twin to survive.
"Can you tell me about her?" he asked.
For once, Friday hesitated. "I'm afraid I am not allowed to tell much of anything as it would be a violation of her privacy," she apologized. Winter huffed to himself, as though that Witch had any idea of privacy.
"Can you tell me something that won't be violating privacy?" Winter asked.
"I can find a random wikipedia article," Friday offered. Winter shrugged, there was nothing else to do. "Fyne Court is a National Trust-owned nature reserve and visitor center in Broomfield, Somerset, England," she began. Winter looked up at the ceiling and drifted as Friday told him about the history of Fyne Court.
After several other wikipedia pages Winter heard someone walking into the room. He sat up and looked over at the door, watching as Stark walked in holding several take out containers. He waved at Winter and walked over to the door, opening it and stepping into the cell.
"I got you some food," he said, setting the containers down. Winter dragged the containers over to him, opening them up. Inside was what Winter supposed was shawarma.
"Thank you," he said, trying a bit of the food. It had a slightly tangy flavor. It was much better than anything else Winter could remember eating, he dragged the container closer to him and settles into a more comfortable position.
Stark nodded and looked around the cell. "Sorry about having ot put you down here," he said. "I didn't want Steve to get angry because I wasn't thinking of the team or something like that," he said.
Winter shrugged. "Once my Mission realized I wasn't who he remembered I wouldn't have been allowed to walk around in the compound freely," he said.
Stark sighed and sat down next to him. "I would like to say that isn't true, but it obviously is," he said. Winter nodded and continued eating the food. He was almost completely sure that Stark wouldn't take it away, though he guessed that if it was taken away it would be for a better reason than for no reason then his Handler wanted to. "You liking the shawarma?" Stark asked.
"Yes," Winter said. Stark nodded and fiddled with the now empty container.
"Later tonight, once Steve isn't aroud to get angry, I can take you out and show you around," Stark said. Winter looked up at him with a hopful expression on his face. It would be so much better if he wasn't stuck in this stupid cell with nothing to do. Besides, this could be the first step to getting out so that he can protect Stark better.
"Has the Witch hurt you?" Winter asked. Even if he wasn't able to protect his Handler all the time he still needed to know if Stark was being harmed. Expecially if he could eventually do something about it. The Witch may have gotten him in here but it shouldn't be too hard to get, espacially if Stark isn't happy with this decision.
"What?" Stark asked him.
"Has the Witch used her powers against you?" he asked. Maybe Stark didn't understand the question.
Stark shrugged. "Yeah, she did it to all of us when we first found her, it's fine though," he said. Winter studied Stark, it really didn't look like he was fine at all. Not when they were talking about the Witch or when she was in the room. "She's an Avenger, too, not like we can kick her off the team because some of us aren't comfortable with it," he said.
Maybe they didn't have to kick her off the team. Winter would happily take this matter into his own hands. As long as it wasn't in the commons he could do what he pleased with the Witch. Actually, if he cleaned up really well hemight be able to use his knives in the commons. Friday might be able to help him plan out the Witch's death, surely a creation of Stark's would care about his wellbeing, and if the witch was gone than Stark would feel better.
"Anyways, I've got to go to a team movie night," Stark said as he stood up. Winter wished that he could have stayed longer. "If you need to use the bathroom, ask Friday," he said as he walked out of the cell. Winter watched until Stark disappeared again, leaving him with a couple of food containers and Friday.
"Friday, can you tell me what Avengers are uncomfortable with the Witch?" Winter asked.
Friday hummed thoughfully. "Perhaps," she said. Maybe she would say no again because of privacy. Unless, Winter guessed names and she told him if he was right or not. Then she wouldn't be telling him outright who didn't like the Witch.
He explained that to Friday, and she agreed. "Stark and Banner are uncomfortable," he guessed. It made sense, he had already seen Stark, and knowing that Banner had only recently come back after the events in Sokovia.
"Correct," Friday said.
Winter doubted this Mission was uncomfortable with the With judging by how he was almost always with her. He didn't know much about Barton to draw an assumption. Regrettably, Natalia seemed to be perfectly at ease with the Witch. Then again, she wouldn't have been with the Red Room if they brought the Witch to train with them. Perhaps she didn't exactly know what the Witch was capable of.
Winter didn't exactly know for sure himeslf, either. The most concrete fact he had about her from his own mind was that she could not be trusted. That would give her too much power over you. Winter kind of hoped that the Witch was infiltrating the Avengers so then they wouldn't get as mad at him when he did kill her.
Or they still would because she was a teammate and some of them liked her. Despite being likened to a machine, Winter did have emotions, he just knew when they needed to be ignored to complete a mission. Most of the time he ignores his emotions, it makes things easier.
"How long does movie night last?" he asked.
"Depends on how long the movie is, it can last anywhere from two to three hours," Friday said. Winter sighed and stared up at the ceiling. He was going to have to wait until Stark was done so that he could leave ht ecell. Maybe he could convince the team he could be trusted, at least trusted to roam the compound. "If you would like, I can turn the movie on down here so that you can watch along," Friday offered.
Winter nodded. With the movie on he would have a better chance of aticipating when Stark would come back. That was the only reason, not that he actually wanted to watch the movie. Friday turned the movie on, one of the glass walls becoming the screen, and Winter watched as the opening credits rolled across the screen.