Another Bird in the Flock
Reader POV
Friday January 8th—6:30 am
Say it with me now…GOOD MORNING VIETNAM!!!! I huffed as I blindly searched for my phone on the nightstand, shutting the alarm off. I slowly woke up, trudging my way to the bathroom. After a small shower substituting as a wake-up call, I walked back to my room, a little more pep in my step. Now that I was more awake, I remembered what was happening today. I grabbed the stack of clothes that Clint helped me pick out the night before off the dresser and slid them on with ease. I’ve got a text. Smiling softly at the British accent coming through my phone, I plucked it off the table to see Clint’s name on the screen.
You up and ready yet Duckling? —H
Yes I am. Just getting last minute things. —S
Meet in common room. If you don’t remember how to get there then text FRIDAY. She should be in your phone as a main contact. —H
Sliding the phone in my pocket, I continued doing a sweep around the room for last minute items. After a few moments, I stood in the middle of my room, hands on my hips, mind racing at what I was forgetting. A glint of light caught my eye across my room when I remembered what I was missing. Walking over to my trunk, I lifted the lid and pulled out a couple of knives and my main swords. I didn’t know what Clint’s rule was about weapons, so I kept the swords in their carrying case, and placed the knives in my boots. Now feeling a sense of completion, I grabbed my things and made my way to the common room where Clint was waiting. As I neared the room, the sound of soft conversation reached my ears. Deciding to be nosey, I set my bags against the wall and silently made my way closer, not wanting to alert them to my presence. One of the voices belonged to Clint, but I was trying to figure out who the other one belonged to.
“How does Fury expect us to work with her?” the unknown voice asked. “She can’t communicate with the rest of the team.”
“You’re not giving her a chance Cap,” Clint replied, confirming who the other voice belonged to. “With her new ability, she will be able to communicate with the team just fine. Plus, she’s another reason for the team to learn sign language. You and several others think it’s a joke having to learn a silent language but what happens if we have deaf civilians caught in the crossfire one day? If neither of us are on the mission, how do you expect to get those people to safety?”
“I don’t think you understand Barton. I highly doubt that anyone on the team will just willingly let her linger around in their minds just to communicate. You remember how the team reacted to Wanda during the first encounter. You’ve been under mind control yourself. None of us want to have another person lingering around in our heads.”
“It’s a one-way connection Steve! It’s not like she can control anyone or read their thoughts. It’s just a matter of projecting her thoughts into the minds of others so they can know what she has to say. There’s no harm in that.”
Steve sighed, “You’re forgetting that she doesn’t entirely know how far her abilities go. She says that she’s never gotten farther than a one-way connection, but that’s because she is untrained. If she starts using it more, it might become a two-way connection or something even stronger. I won’t risk the mental stability of the team over the lack of your sister’s ability to speak.”
The sound of movement made me shrink away a little bit. “Seriously Rogers!” Clint yelled. “You’re just gonna give up on her because she’s mute? I’m fucking deaf and you had no problem in letting my join. Oh wait, it wasn’t your choice whether I stayed or not. That was Fury’s decision on me and Natasha joining the team, just like it’s his decision on having (Y/N) join. Would it kill you to give her a chance?” Clint paused, waiting for a reply. The room was silent for a couple moments until Clint sighed. “We’re supposed to be leaving for the farm soon. Just, talk to the team about it. If anything, we won’t put her on any missions until we can figure out the communication issue. She could be a valuable asset to the team and you know it. She has some tricks up her sleeve that might just surprise you Cap, so give her a chance. We should be back Sunday night. Have a good weekend.” The sound of footsteps coming my direction made me go back to where my bags were sitting. I grabbed them and took a couple steps down the hall as Clint headed down, a smile trying to cover the anger on his face.
“There you are,” Clint said as he came closer, taking my sword case from my hand so it was free to sign. “Was wondering how much longer you were gonna take.” I flashed a smile at him. He didn’t seem aware that I heard the conversation between him and Steve, and I planned on keeping it that way. “So, I was just thinking about something,” he said, interrupting my thinking. I cocked my head at him, brows furrowed. “How about you use your whole mind thingy during the ride to the barn today? It’ll give you some practice on using it and me some experience on what it’s like to finally hear what my sister would sound like.
I don’t know Clint, I signed with my free hand. I haven’t used my powers for an extended period of time and I don’t want something bad to happen. Plus, you’ve had enough people messing with your head. He sighed, turning the corner into the garage.
“But I trust you with me head,” he replied. “And if something happens then it’s my fault for pushing you to do it. You won’t be able to grow if you don’t work with what you have.” I huffed, knowing he was right as we walked over to our car and packing our stuff in. He climbed in the driver’s seat as I got in the passenger’s. He turned to me, a hand grasping my shoulder. “Might as well hop in my head now before we get on the road.” I nodded and took a deep breath, opening my mind to connect with Clint’s.
“You happy now Dork?” I asked him through the link. He grinned and started the car, getting us on the road to the farm at 8 o’clock sharp. I tried to keep my mind clear since I wasn’t sure if I was able to withhold thoughts from going to him when we were connected. We made small talk, him voicing his half while I thought mine. I kept the earlier conversation in the back of my mind, pushing random shit up front.
“Something’s bothering you, I can sense it, What’s up?” Clint asked about halfway through our ride. I sighed, knowing I wasn’t getting out of explaining it.
“I overheard the argument between you and Steve,” I thought to him. “I understand Steve’s point, but you’re right when you say he isn’t giving me a chance. I have an idea of how to communicate with the team without me being connected to them. But I don’t know if Stark and Banner would be able to make what I have in mind a reality.”
“Whatcha got in mind?” Clint asked. I could sense the hope he had for a solution to the problem with Steve.
“When I was with HYDRA, they came up with these gloves that had sensors on the pads of the fingers. If they needed to communicate with me, they would speak through my headset and I would tap out my response in Morse code. The problem with HYDRA’s tech was that it was really bulky and if I was fighting, they would receive random letters or whatever, which would cause problems in communication. If Stark and Banner could come up with gloves like the ones I had with HYDRA, but in a smaller design that wouldn’t send out random things by accident, then we might have a solution. What I send in Morse could be translated by FRIDAY and sent out to the rest of the team.”
I could see Clint’s face light up in excitement. “That sounds like a great idea!! We can talk to the Science bros about it on Monday while Tony is designing your uniform. Speaking of, do you have any ideas on what you want it to look like?”
I smiled. “I do actually. It’s similar to what HYDRA had for me, but it’s more personal and well, more me.” I thought to myself what I wanted it to look like, and wondered if I could share my idea with him visually. We made a quick pit-stop at a gas station to fuel up and get something to eat. Before Clint got out of the car, I grabbed his shoulder. “Hold on,” I sent to him. “I want to try something but I won’t know if it will work or not.” He nodded his consent as I closed my eyes, focusing on what I imagined my uniform looking like and sent it through my mental doorway to Clint. After a few moments, I opened my eyes cautiously and looked at him. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed slightly. A few seconds later he opened his eyes, taking a second to observe his surroundings before flashing a huge grin.
“Did you send me an image of what you wanted your uniform to look like?” I nodded softly. He leaned forward and hugged me tightly. “We just unlocked a little bit of your power. This is great!!” He exited the car, doing a light skip in excitement. I closed my eyes, closing the door between our minds before climbing out the car as well. Clint looked at me with a pout on his face, visibly upset that I broke the connection.
I’m going in for food and I was not going to walk around the store with gold eyes so get over it. What do you want? He mumbled his answer, filling the car up as I went in the store. Grabbing what we wanted, I made my way to the register, silently waiting in line as those before me checked out.
“How are you doing today?” the lady behind the counter asked.
Good. I signed back to her. She looked at me puzzled as she checked out my items. Knowing the look she had, I reached into my pocket and pulled out a laminated card and showed it to her.
I am mute. I apologize for any confusion. I watched as she read the card, realization forming on her features.
“Oh,” she commented. “I understand. Thanks for showing me that. It’s smart to have something like that on you. A lot of people would just mistake you for being rude. My youngest son is blind so I understand what it’s like to work with the disabled.” She paused, placing the last item in a bag. “You’re total is $13.50.” I was smiling as I swiped my card, paying for the items. “Thank you and have a wonderful day.”
You too. I signed back to her, grabbing the bags and heading back to the car where Clint was waiting. I set the bags down on the floorboard as I climbed in, being careful as not to step on them. Pulling our drinks from the bag, I handed Clint his and set mine in the holder. Next, I grabbed the two Lunchables I had gotten for us out of the bag, opening Clint’s and setting it in his lap as he drove the car back on the road. We ate our food in silence, only the sounds of us eating and the static from the radio filling the car. All the trash was thrown in the bag that held our drinks, keeping the car from getting too trashy. After a while, Clint fumbled with the radio and connected it to his phone, blaring his playlist through the speakers. I recognized several of the songs that came through and jammed along with him. It was about 4pm when we reached the farm, and I realized why Clint kept the family out here. It was secluded but close to the city in case they needed anything. Easy access for emergency vehicles. Lots of field space for a chopper or a SHIELD jet to land. We were getting out of the car as the front door of the house opened.
“DADDY!!!” yelled two high pitched voices. I turned to see two bundles of winter clothing running towards Clint, wrapping themselves around his legs. Clint laughed and rubbed their heads, the two bundled kids looking up at him in joy.
“Hi there, munchkins. If you let me go then me and my special guest can get inside.” The kids became wide eyed.
“Did you bring Auntie Nat?” the taller one asked.
“No I didn’t,” Clint answered, which prompted a frown from the two kids. “This person is more special than Auntie Nat, but don’t tell her I said that. She might get mad. Now get back inside to your Momma.” The kids giggled and ran back inside, looking out the door once more before going further in the house. I made my way to the trunk of the car, meeting Clint as he opened it. “I apologize for the kids jumping to conclusions. They truly love Nat, mainly because she spoils them like crazy. She’s also their godmother. You would’ve been it for at least one of them, but you were missing and all so…” He faded off as he pulled his bags out the trunk.
I completely understand. I’m not surprised about it. Natasha is a great person and I can see why the kids love her. You don’t have to feel bad about me not being a part of the flock earlier. I grabbed my bags, utilizing the strap on my sword case and slinging it over my shoulders. I closed the trunk and followed Clint up the front steps to the house. He held the door open and ushered me in, closing the door behind him.
“Let’s drop this stuff off first,” he said to me before turning to what I assumed was the living room. “We’ll be back in a minute Honey.” I followed Clint upstairs silently, stealing quick glances at the pictures lining the walls. I almost ran into him when he stopped in front of me. “This is your room, right next to mine and Laura’s. Bathroom is connected so you have it to yourself unless we need something from it.” He turned and walked away, obviously heading towards his room. I stepped into the room, laying my sword case on the end of the bed and placing my bag by the dresser. Removing my outer layers, I looked around the room and stepped to where the bathroom was, taking in where everything was. I walked back to the doorway and waited there for Clint. I didn’t realize how nervous I was until now. I was finally meeting more family. My sister-in-law and my niece and nephews. I wondered briefly if Barney knew about them, but decided that wasn’t important right now. Clint came from his room, also out of his winter layers, and wrapped me in a hug which I returned gratefully.
Everything will be just fine. Don’t worry too much. Ok? He signed to me in an attempt to calm me down.
I hope so. What if they don’t like me? Clint grabbed my hands, keeping me from signing any further.
“I just told you not to worry. Just, I don’t know, clear your head or whatever it is you do when you’re like this.” I sighed, nodding my head in reply. I removed my hands from his and sat on the floor Indian Style, taking a few deep breaths. I learned during my time in HYDRA that breathing meditations were extremely helpful in keeping me aware of myself and of my surroundings. It’s helped whenever I had moments of high anxiety or just high emotion in general. After taking a few moments to collect myself, I got up. I flashed Clint a smile and hugged him tightly. Pulling away I let him lead me back downstairs to the living room. He turned around before we got there, raising his hands.
Stay right here. I’m gonna tell the kids who you are then call you in. I nodded. He went around the corner, causing a chorus of cheers from the two kids and a soft chuckle from Laura. I waited in the hall, listening to Clint as he settled the kids down so he could talk to them.
“Cooper, Lila, I need you to settle down and listen to me for a minute.” He paused and the kids went quiet. “Remember how I said that I brought a special guest for the weekend.” Another pause. “Well you haven’t met this person before, but I’ve told you a lot about them.”
“Who is it Daddy?” came a questioning voice.
“Well Lila, the special guest is my sister, your Aunt (Y/N).” Gasps escaped from the kids, and I only wished I could see their expressions. “But I have to warn and remind you. Aunt (Y/N) is mute, so she can’t verbally talk to you. She uses sign language like I do, but if you don’t understand what she is saying, then get a pen and paper and she will be more than welcome to write it down. Also, she has recently come out of a rough place, so be a little cautious with her. Ask her about things before doing them. Understand all that?”
“Yes, sir,” came two replies.
“Good,” Clint answered them. “You can come in (Y/N).” I took a deep breath and turned the corner, smiling softly at everyone. Cooper and Lila were sitting on the floor in front of Clint, where he was kneeling with his feet under his butt. Lila was holding Nathaniel on the couch, a grin quickly forming as she stood up and crossed the room. I watched her as she came closer, an arm stretching out in welcome. I turned slightly, giving her a side-hug as not to disturb the kid in her arms.
“I’m so glad to finally meet you. Clint has told me and the kids so many stories about your adventures as kids.” She turned to the room, where Clint and the kids were now standing. Sensing the kids’ hesitation, I squatted down in front of them, getting down to their level. I watched as they gave Clint and Laura a cautious look before taking a few tentative steps towards me.
“You’re our Aunt (Y/N)?” asked Cooper hesitantly. I gave a silent nod and moved to sit Indian Style.
That’s right. I’m really sorry I couldn’t have met you guys sooner. If I had known I had more family other than my brother, then I would’ve worked harder to get out of the place I was in. I hope you can forgive me. Clint was kind enough and interpreted what I was saying. The kids looked at me, then to their parents, then back to me. Lila was the first one to come up to me. I gave her a soft smile as she opened her arms for a hug. I opened my arms in response, letting her take the first move. I smiled as her tiny arms wrapped around my neck.
“It’s really nice to meet you Aunt (Y/N),” Lila said, pulling away from the hug. She walked back over to Clint, who ruffled her hair. Cooper still looked at me questioningly. I could tell that it was his big brother side trying to assess if I was a threat to the family. I’d seen the same look in Barney and Clint too many times to forget it. I sat there silently while he looked at me.
“Do you have weapons?” he asked me softly. I looked to Clint, unsure how I should answer. All he did was nod, which I assumed was for me to tell Cooper the truth.
I have a couple of knives in my boots and two swords upstairs. Clint interpreted, giving Laura a look as I kept my gaze on Cooper. He smiled and ran over, falling into my lap as he hugged me. Shocked for a moment, I loosely hugged him back, still confused by his reaction.
“You’re like a ninja. I like ninjas.” I smiled at his comment. He pulled away, running across the room to grab one of his toys and bring it back to me. Handing it to me, I noticed it was a figurine from the Assassin’s Creed video games. “He’s an assassin, which is different from a ninja, but they’re pretty similar. Which one are you more like?” He looked at me with wide eyes. I pointed to the figurine, then pointed back to me. I smiled when he held the figurine to his chest, obviously content with what I answered with.
I looked to Laura and raised my hands so she could see. I didn’t know what your weapon policy was and forgot to ask Clint. I can put the knives in my room if need be. She shook her head.
It’s fine, she signed back. Nat usually has a weapon on her somewhere, just don’t let the kids play with them. If they ask to see one, make sure me or Clint are in the room too. I nodded in understanding. I was about to reply when I felt a tiny finger tap my shoulder. I turned to see Lila standing there, a bag of hair stuff in her hands.
“Can I play with your hair Aunt (Y/N)?” I smiled and nodded, sitting silently as she brushed and did whatever she wanted to my hair. Cooper was in and out of my lap, getting toys and explaining them to me. Lila would complain if I moved too much for her liking, so I tried to stay as still as possible for her. I hadn’t even noticed that Clint and Laura had left the room, nor the amount of time that had passed until Clint came in.
“Sorry to ruin the fun you’re having with Aunt (Y/N) but dinner’s almost ready so y’all need to wash up.” The kids whined a little, but got up and headed to the bathroom. I slowly stood up, stretching my now sore legs. I didn’t bother to mess with whatever Lila did to my hair, instead, I pulled out my phone and took a selfie. Clint just shook his head at me.
“I hope they didn’t tire you out. I get my presents after dinner and then it’s movie night. Maybe I can convince them to let you choose.” I shook my head softly.
No need for that. I’m just glad the kids like me. Heck, Lila’s already doing weird things to my hair and Cooper is talking about all his toys. Neither of them expected me to talk to them, so that’s relaxing. Clint laughed and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“The kids are very understanding for their age. Though it did catch me off guard when the kids took to you like they did. Usually they would be standoff-ish for a little longer than they were. You just let them do whatever and didn’t care.” We walked to the kitchen as he continued to talk to me, ushering me to wash my hands. “Natasha doesn’t usually let Lila play with her hair. I don’t know how many times Nat would come over and Lila would ask her every time about playing with her hair until she finally gave in. Wanda hasn’t been too keen with it either the few times she has come over. You just went right with whatever the kids wanted.”
After thoroughly washing my hands and drying them off, I turned to Clint. I don’t mind. It’s not like they’re HYDRA agents or anything. Plus, they’re family, I trust my family with everything I have. I smiled to him and he returned the gesture.
“Come on and get your seats,” Laura announced from the dining room. I followed Clint to the table, where there were two empty chairs waiting for us. Clint’s was at the head of the table, Laura beside him with Nathaniel in his high chair on her other side. Cooper was next to Clint and Lila across from Nathaniel. My chair was across from Clint’s, and I sighed internally when I noticed there were no big arrangements in the center of the table. I absolutely hated when there was something like that on the table because then it would interfere with me talking to anyone, either with my hands or with pen and paper. Looking at the food set on the table, I noticed it was Clint’s favorite meal, burgers and fries.
Sitting down at the table, we started eating silently. I was glad to be back with Clint, and to finally meet his family is an extra plus. I occasionally glanced at the faces around the table. Clint was happily stuffing his face. Laura was switching between feeding herself and assisting Nathaniel with his meal. Cooper was acting much like his father, trying to get as much in his mouth as he could in one bite. Lila was stealing glances at me, a smile staying on her face as she ate. She must’ve been proud of her handy work, and I reminded myself to have Clint take a picture of her the next time she’s playing with it, which will hopefully be during the movie. I didn’t think that the Barton Family dinner would usually be this calm, at least, that was until I was hit in the forehead with a French fry. Looking up, I saw Clint ducking his head back to his plate, trying and failing to hide the grin etched on it. I huffed and looked at the kids, bringing a finger to my lips. Grabbing one of my fries, I tossed it at his head. Hitting him in the fluff of his hair, it stayed there until Clint reached up and pulled it out. The kids giggled a little as Laura rolled her eyes.
“You wanna start this game Swan?” Clint chuckled, a grin filling his face.
You threw the first fry Hawk. You were the one who started it. We both picked up another fry from our plates, ready to aim.
“Really you two?” sighed Laura, looking between me and Clint. “I understand that you guys are happy to be back together but can you not influence the kids by having a food fight?” I popped my fry in my mouth and Clint did the same.
Sorry Laura, I signed to her. It’s hard for us to behave while together. Trust me, you would’ve thought we were kids in a candy store yesterday when he took me shopping. Most fun I’ve had in years.
Clint interpreted for her and the kids before giving his apology. “I’m sorry too Honey. But you know how much of a little kid I am at heart and the crazy chick at the end of the table just drags it out of me.” He tried to get off with a smile, but Laura wasn’t having it.
“Well, then if you insist on being a child then you can do chores and wash the dishes before opening your presents.” Clint looked like he was about to whine but knew he wasn’t getting out of it. Instead he glared at me, raising his hands just enough to see them.
If I have to clean dishes, so do you.
I was already planning on helping Laura clean up anyway. Nothing has changed in my book. He lowered his hands and continued to pout as he cleaned the rest of the food off his plate. Laura got up a few minutes later and started clearing the table. I got up and joined her, grabbing the kids dishes and the other plates and taking them to the kitchen.
Go sit with the kids, me and Clint got this.
“Are you sure (Y/N)? You don’t have to.” I took the plate from her hands and set it on the counter beside me.
Yes, I’m sure. I like to see that I’m part of the family, not just a guest, which means I carry my load just like everyone else. She sighed before giving me a smile and a quick thank you before herding the children into the living room to wait. Clint rounded the corner into the kitchen just as I finished cleaning leftover food from the last plate.
“You wash and rinse and I’ll dry and put away. Deal?” I nodded and started filling up the sink with soapy water.
Talk to me about the team. What are they like? Where’d they come from? Clint told me all about the team from how he first met them to their pasts, well, as much as he felt was safe to say about their pasts. He told me the variety of nicknames each one has. He told me about the ones that weren’t there on his birthday and why they aren’t there full time like the others. He explained the Civil War dispute between Bucky and the Accords. I completely understood why he was on Team Cap, and I knew I would’ve been on the same side as well. Not only to support my brother, but because I was a victim to HYDRA just like Bucky and had a similar story to the Maximoff twins. He explained how Pietro hadn’t been involved due to a long-term meeting with some guys called the X-Men, Banner was off somewhere being nice, and Thor and Loki were still on Asgard at the time. Before we knew it, the dishes were put away, the kitchen was cleaned, and we were done with our chore. Clint, of course, was well on his way to the living room before I even noticed he had left. Deciding to save my thoughts about the team for bed, I made my way to the main room. Clint was already sitting on the floor, surrounded by his couple of presents and the two big munchkins, who were arguing about which one he should open first.
I took my seat next to Laura, who had Nathaniel in her lap as Clint made the executive decision to open Laura’s first, which turned out to be a new pair of combat boots. Cooper’s turned out to be plank of wood with an arrow etched into it. The background was purple, the arrow black, and the edging of the arrow and the board were white. He proudly explained to Clint that he did that all on his own, with Mommy’s supervision of course. Lila’s was duct tape flower crown, so that her Daddy could be a pretty princess whenever he feels like it. There wasn’t anything from Nathaniel, which wasn’t surprising since he’s still a baby. I felt bad about not having a present for Clint, but he refused to let me get one when we went shopping, claiming that returning to him was the best present he could’ve asked for.
“Movie time!!!” Clint announced, which made the kids start cheering, and arguing over who was going to choose. Clint sighed and quieted them down. “I was thinking, maybe Aunt (Y/N) could choose the movie tonight?” Everyone looked to me, waiting for a response.
Fine, I’ll choose, but I want a small favor from Lila. The little girl cocked her head at me. Would you keep playing with my hair? I truly enjoy it. Bright eyes and a toothy grin filled her features as returned to the same spot she was in earlier, accessory bag at the ready. Cooper dragged a small beanbag chair from the corner of the room and set it beside where I would be sitting on the floor, claiming he wanted to be next to be for the movie. Clint, Laura, and Nathaniel were all curled up together on the big couch. Looking through the movie collection in the cabinet, I chose Rise of the Guardians, which had yet to be opened. Noticing this detail caused me to gasp in shock. You guys haven’t watched this yet??? They all shook their heads no, prompting an over-exaggerated reaction from me. Unwrapping the movie, I popped open the case and stuck the movie in the disc tray, throwing the wrapping away in the kitchen as the main menu loaded on the screen. I took my seat in front of Lila just as Clint hit the play button on the remote.
The family truly seemed to enjoy the movie, either because of the movie itself or me signing most of the dialogue by heart. When I got out of HYDRA, that was one of the first children’s movies I watched and was instantly addicted. Anytime I needed something to cheer me up, I watched that movie on the small, pre-paid smartphone I had gotten in case of emergencies. Lila had stopped putting things in my hair and just brushed it out when the end of the movie came around. Cooper was animatedly talking about Jack Frost how he wanted to be like him one day, a protector who did his job by having fun. Nathaniel had fallen asleep on Laura’s chest, and Laura and Clint were having a theoretical discussion about what they could do in a sequel movie, but given how long it has been since its release, I highly doubt it will happen. The sound of tiny yawns filled the room in a moment of silence, and I turned to see Lila already falling asleep behind me and Cooper nodding off. Laura got up and carried Nathaniel to bed while I grabbed Lila and Clint grabbed Cooper. I let the two of them get the kids ready for bed while I went to my room and changed into my pajamas, which consisted of a (f/c) t-shirt and Harry Potter themed pants. I tucked a couple knives under my pillow before walking to the bathroom to do my nightly routine. I turned back to my room to see Clint in the doorway, also in his pj’s.
“Hope you had a good day here Swan,” he said, stepping further into my room.
Of course, Hawk! I replied with a grin. I’m sure tomorrow will be the same. I walked over and gave him a hug. It’s nice to finally feel like I’m home.
You will always have a home here, no matter what. I’m sure Barney would tell you the same wherever he’s staying. I’m off to bed. Night Swan, see ya in the morning.
You too, and thanks Hawk. We hugged once more and he left to his room. Crawling into bed, I returned to my thoughts about the team. They were dropped with a big bomb the other day and aren’t really sure how to handle it. I know it won’t be easy for them to change their team dynamics to fit a mute person, but if my idea about recycling the glove idea from HYDRA, just in a more efficient version, then I don’t think it will be that much of a problem. Steve didn’t seem to trust me, and I highly doubt Bucky does either. The Maximoff’s are an unknown right now, but given out shared history and our closeness to Clint I think we will get along just fine. Tony seemed ok with it, in his own way. Same goes for Natasha. I can’t quite judge what the others think of my yet. I mean, come on, you got two gods, a Brainiac scientist with anger issues, a walking android living with the Infinity Stone that gave me and the Maximoff’s our powers, not to mention the four others who I haven’t met yet. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and played some music off my phone, using the melodies to distract me from excessive thinking and eventually falling asleep, a sleepy smile on my face.