The White Wolf {1}

Beautiful weapon

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ᴾᵃⁱⁿ ˢʰᵃᵖᵉˢ ᵃ ʷᵒᵐᵃⁿ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ʷᵃʳʳⁱᵒʳ

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They sat there just staring at me for what felt like forever. Half of me was tempted to get up and leave but I stayed still hoping they wouldn't try to kill me. I really don't want to hurt them. 

"Why didn't you?" Clint Barton asks from across the room "Why didn't you try to kill us?" He clarifies seeing my confused expression. 

"I've been told my whole life that I'm a beautiful weapon created for a single purpose. I guess I just don't want to feel alone anymore. I don't want to be evil, I'm scared of myself and what I can do, I don't want to prove Hydra or myself right, after all they took from me. They won't, they can't, take my soul." Bucky nods in approval a small smile playing on his lips. No one says anything, so I stand walking to the kitchen. 

"Does anyone want to help me with dinner?" I ask

"Sure!" Bucky, Steve, Thor, and Sam say at the same time. The mood of the past day almost evaporating as fast as it came with their enthusiasm. 

Thankfully my kitchen, though not huge, was not too small for the four, large men to fit. Half the time I had to prevent food fights between Bucky and Sam the other half I was stopping Thor from breaking a measuring cup every time  he messed up. When we are done several steaming plates of Chicken Shawarma sit on the table. 

"I'll go get Mr. Stark." I say as the rest of the group sits down at the table. 

Opening the door, I see Mr. Stark sleeping, his face on Peters bed. Peter is sound asleep and no longer in a cold sweat. A smile breaks out on my face. Walking over as soundlessly as I can I place a hand on Mr. Stark's shoulder, waking him up instantly.

"Mr. Stark dinner is ready." I say

"Cool kid, would you mind bringing it up here?" 

"I can, but Peter looks like he's doing much better, I was going to invite him down." A smile breaks out on Mr. Stark's face. He leans over placing a hand on Peter's shoulder shaking him gently. The boys eyes pop open, brighter than they have been for the past several hours. Immediately I know he is better. 

"Peter would you like dinner?" Stark asks gently, in response Peter's stomach, against what would be it's better judgment, growls. 

"I'll take that as a yes." I say with a laugh. Peter hops out of bed and is to the door quicker than a blink of an eye. When Mr. Stark and I get to the top of the stairs we watch as the other Avengers take turns hugging the young hero, saying again and again how happy they are that he's okay. As my foot takes a step to join them Stark grabs my arm. It takes all my effort to not pull away from the sudden human contact. 

"Thank you Adriana, you saved him." He says looking grateful

"It's the least I could do Mr.Stark, as soon as I can I'll try to get you home." 

"Thank you, and please, call me Tony." Nodding I join the rest of the Avengers at the table. Most of them have already begun to dig in. Thor's plate is already empty. 

"Maiden Adriana may I enquire another Chicken of Shawarma ." Laughing I get up from the table to get him another. It's technically my plate, but I'm not hungry anymore. Sitting down once again I face Tony and Steve. 

"Before the clearing where were all of you?" I ask, and the talking turns to silence. "It's fine if you don't want to say I get it." 

"No, uh no it's fine. Hydra, they have a base not far from here, you probably already know that though." Steve says and I give a tiny nod. "It was supposed to be simple. In and out. Intelligence, but like always  things went south and we immediately lost the element of surprise. We didn't get what we needed, we had to turn and get away if we wanted to live and see another day. On the way out Peter caught the bullet that was in his side, then the snow started falling steadily and we got lost. That's when we saw you."

"Jeez, well I suppose I can help you get back to your plane when you want to go since Peter's better." 

"We can't leave without the intelligence." Steve says 

Shit I'm going to regret this. "I might be able to help with that." I say as all heads turn to me, their faces holding several different emotions. 

After the table is cleared I lay a blueprint out. "This is the base." I say "Where are you trying to go?" 

"Control room." 

"They have three of those in this facility." I say nonchalantly

"Shit. Someone gave us some shity outdated blueprint then because it didn't even look like they had one. We went in blind." Clint says 

"I'm surprised all of you lived to tell the tale then, they have one near the front of the base, it has nothing in it except security cam feeds and a mic for talking to anyone in the base."

"That's the one we came across" Clint says the rest of the groups nods as I continue.

 "The second one is one floor down and on the other side of the building. You have to have high end clearance its where they keep records. The third is on the very bottom floor and I don't even know what's in it." 

"We have to check the second and the third for sure then." Natasha says looking up and everyone nods their heads. 

"They have cameras everywhere, walls upon walls, high tech defense mechanisms, and at least three thousand men stationed here. How do you propose getting in?" I ask and the rest of the group just exchanges glances. 

"We haven't exactly gotten that far." 

Smiling wickedly I say "This is going to be fun."