I’ve Got Red In My Ledger

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

"I do, they fought like poorly trained toddlers. If we could find her records i would love to see the training notes, I bet she fought much better as an actual toddler given they were trying to replace you," he motions to Natalia.

'Take your time, you know I dont understand that stuff anyways," Bucky shrugs.

Natalia puts in the exact code to un-incrypt it, then hands it over again and goes back to her soup.

“Oh the fun I would’ve had.” Nat said reading what’s on the screen. “Alright let’s see, they administered the standard super soldier syrum on you, so basically you have higher endurance, stronger legs for jumping and kicking, more stamina, and stop aging when you’re in your twenties.” Nat summarized. “If you don’t believe me, you will. I’m in my seventies.”

The scores pop up starting at the youngest she was able to start training and they're immediately higher than Nat's were at the same age, almost double, but she plateaus around 7 years old and didn't start getting better again until recently when it was noted they changed her diet and started adding supplemental protein powders to every single meal in high enough quantities they could drop the thickening agents they were using in her borscht.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

"I do, they fought like poorly trained toddlers. If we could find her records i would love to see the training notes, I bet she fought much better as an actual toddler given they were trying to replace you," he motions to Natalia.

'Take your time, you know I dont understand that stuff anyways," Bucky shrugs.

Natalia puts in the exact code to un-incrypt it, then hands it over again and goes back to her soup.

“Oh the fun I would’ve had.” Nat said reading what’s on the screen. “Alright let’s see, they administered the standard super soldier syrum on you, so basically you have higher endurance, stronger legs for jumping and kicking, more stamina, and stop aging when you’re in your twenties.” Nat summarized. “If you don’t believe me, you will. I’m in my seventies.”

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

"I do, they fought like poorly trained toddlers. If we could find her records i would love to see the training notes, I bet she fought much better as an actual toddler given they were trying to replace you," he motions to Natalia.

'Take your time, you know I dont understand that stuff anyways," Bucky shrugs.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

"I do, they fought like poorly trained toddlers. If we could find her records i would love to see the training notes, I bet she fought much better as an actual toddler given they were trying to replace you," he motions to Natalia.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

"I do, they fought like poorly trained toddlers. If we could find her records i would love to see the training notes, I bet she fought much better as an actual toddler given they were trying to replace you," he motions to Natalia.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

"Hydra and the Red Room still pick dumb fights over it..." she mumbles.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

The smallest of smiles appears on Natalia's face. "No one has ever been proud of me before..."

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

"I mean, sure, mostly violence towards the kids, but they used to throw in some emotional manipulation too," Bucky frowns.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

"I've been doing them since I could shoot a gun without flinching... the flinching was beaten out of me when I was small..." Natalia mumbles, eating the soup.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Bucky snorts, "the mrd wishes. Steve was at the restaurant when it happened, their guys are in the hospital still."

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

"I didn't forget, incase you haven't noticed I only got Italian and Chinese, the pierogi place is closed for reconstruction after an incident with the chef's kid developing powers mid dinner rush last weekend," Bucky argues. "And it sounds less like she has a favorite food and more like she just wasn't allowed to eat anything else. Everyone and their dog knows how to make borscht in eastern Europe, Nat."

“It’s a saying. Must not be far in your training if they didn’t teach you those.” Nat observed.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

"I don't remember," Natalia mumbles, staring at the two dishes infront of her. She's really struggling to decide. "My training started before I can remember..." she hesitantly reaches for the Italian before stopping, her glance shifting to the other bags of food. "Is there anything closer to a borscht in the bags...?"

“Says the man who forgets to get me pierogi.” Nat teased as she snatched up the ravioli.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

Bucky walks over, setting the food down on the coffee table. "Hey, kid, ya got any sense of self or is it all just orders and protocols up there?" He asks in a half joking tone.

“I already sent a dna sample off to a friend working as a biology teacher in upstate New York for tests.” Natasha said glancing through the curtains out the window, and just seeing kids playing in the street.

Natalia sits on the couch in the safehouse, staring ahead. She doesn't so much unless told to, and she doesn't seem to even be thinking. Bucky knocks on the door of the safehouse with bags of takeout in his metal arm

Bucky glances over to the girl. "Reminds me of the rare moments the soldier had no orders... was she raised her whole life in the red room or was she a late kidnapping?"

“Judging how she’s reacting to freedom, she was in there her whole life.” Nat said before walking over to the couch.

@vicki-vi-diaz

Laura hisses like a cat and jumps, and Victoria spins around swinging, claws still out, not reacting well to the surprise at all. Before she can hurt the world famous avenger, Laura grabs Victoria's arms. "No, Victoria! You can't attack everyone who sneaks up on you!"

"Yeah, I got a healing factor, I'll be fine. I'm Laura, this feral animal is Victoria, she's got mental issues," Laura explains.

"Yeah. And Victoria is undle Victor's. They don't get long very well, though," Laura shrugs.

"Dead," Victoria grins maniacally. "We got kidnapped and mom killed her. Moms awesome."

“At least she won’t bother you two anymore.” She said kindly.

Laura waves but Victora digs her claws into the wall like a cat without a scratching post, trying to climb up it whole Nat isn't looking.

“I’ve seen weirder.” Fury said watching Victoria. “Good luck Romanoff.” He sighed as he walked past them.

"Icecream?" Victoria's face immediately lights up. "I like icecream!"