All Clint wanted was coffee, instead he got thrown into the trunk of a car, unconscious and without coffee. Perhaps he can reason with his kidnapper, who turns out to be another version of the Winter Soldier, and comes with a few connections and sur...
I turned around quickly, "What do you mean?" I asked taking a few steps toward her.
She gestured to a row of neatly, orginized instruments, "Guitar, you were very skilled with it. Pietro used to play drums and I would sing. That was how we made money when we were on the streets," Wanda told me.
I looked around the room, suddenly feeling uncomfortable.
"Where is Pietro?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Asleep." She answered shortly.
"I am going to sleep now," I told her quietly as I quickly walked out of the room, my mind running faster than Pietro. . . . I shifted into a mongoose and gone back into the vents to try and sleep off the headache that was forming.
I shot onto my paws as my freshly recovered memories startled me awake.
I could faintly hear the sounds of an acoustic guitar in my ear.
I got up completely and crawled out of the vent, revealing Wanda's dark and empty living room.
Pietro was nowhere to be found, so I guessed he went back to his floor or Wanda's spare room.
I shifted into my human form and I found my way back to the vacant instrument room.
I ran my hand along the neck of an acoustic guitar, it looked like the one from my memory.
I picked it up and noticed a book on a shelf below the guitar stand.
I picked up the book and flipped through it, it was full of music notes for different songs.
I skimmed through a song as I hooked up the guitar.
I was sure to stay quiet as I started to play the guitar section of an old Sokovian lullaby.
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