Roswell (S. Rogers & B. Barnes)

11.

"Steve was always the cook" he admits. "Wait till he bakes pie" Bucky offers "You've not had real pie till you've tasted Steve's" she chuckles.

"Pie is very much a Winchester staple" she offers. "So...I look forward to it" Bucky brushes her hair back and snorts. "What?" she asks reaching for her cheek.

"Just thinking" Bucky mumbles. "You think we'll meet your brother?" he asks, she pulls back a little.

"I don't think so" she whispers. "He's not really interested in my life"

"But he's your brother" he argues.

"We're not as close as we used to be" she admits. "After Sam...." she shakes her head. "Things haven't been the same"

"Of course not" Bucky agrees. "The dynamics change when you loose someone that close to you" he tells her, she watches him. "You have to adjust, relearn how to live without them, to change the way you work with just one brother now" She lurches forward and hugs him, Bucky is surprised but he hugs her back.

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Pietro drops into the bean bag chair in Roswell's living room, Wanda stood at the counter waiting for popcorn, Roswell walks down the stairs and smiles seeing them, their weekly movie night. She actually looks forward to this, something familiar about it. Something she used to do with Sam and Dean.

"What are we watching tonight?" Roswell asks moving to the fridge to grab three sodas.

"Urm..." Pietro looks to the dvd case in his hand. "Batman Forever" he answers setting it down, Roswell and Wanda share a look before Roswell smirks.

"Sounds great" she offers setting a soda next to Wanda and moving to hand another to Pietro who smiles up at her, she takes a seat on the couch and pulls her legs up under her. Wanda takes the bowl of popcorn out and grabs her soda before joining them, Roswell smiles. She's actually happy to have friends her own age, people she's not afraid are about to die because a monster got them, real friends.

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Roswell sighs as she lays in bed, her insomnia acting up, so she just stares at the ceiling counting the ridges of plaster. She takes a deep breath. Her cell phone rings and she rolls over to take it from the bedside table, she brings it to her ear as she answers it.

"Hello?" she asks.

"Hey, Pommy" Dean greets softly, Roswell smiles a little.

"Hey, De" she whispers.

"Had a feeling you couldn't sleep" he offers. "Thought I'd call" she smiles more and nods to herself.

"Yeah" she whispers sadly. "Just...one of those nights"

............

Tony sets his hands on Roswell's shoulders and sets her in the middle of his workshop, nodding to himself he rounds her to stand in front of her. He checks the distance and such before nodding happy.

"Okay, stand right there" he then backs towards where his suit is propped up on stands.

"Tony, what am I doing here?" she asks. "You said you needed my help"

"Which I do" he answers.

"You also said there would be cotton candy" she argues, he chuckles.

"After" he tells her as the suit starts to attach to him. "Given your abilities it would make sense that we'd work pretty well together" he tells her.

"Oh I don't fight" she argues. "I don't need to" he nods a little.

"You're living in the Avengers facility, Ariel, bad things might happen" he offers grabbing his helmet from the side. "We can have Widow or Birdie or Terminator or Captain Frisbee work with you, just the basics, if something was to happen, wouldn't you like to say you tried" she looks to him slightly, that was always her argument with her brothers, what if something found her, came for her, and what if she couldn't fight back, what if they could have taught her to fight, but they always waved her off, nothing will get you, nothing will get close, that's what they always said, and other then the incident she had as a child, nothing has ever got her, but....what if? Tony stands in front of her and offers a smile, she's come to know that Tony won't often show this softer, concerned side of him, except to the younger members. Roswell, the twins, and Peter. And he made them all swear to secrecy. "Look, I would prefer it is I knew you could defend yourself" he admits. "What if someone finds some way of nullifying your powers?" he asks her. "You would be helpless, powerless, vulnerable" she looks down. "I'm not saying to be mean, Ariel, okay? I'm saying because I do actually care, just one session, see how it goes" she sighs a little and then nods. "Good girl" he pulls his helmet on and then lifts the face plate. "Alright, now throw me" he tells her, she shoots him a look. "Hey, if you ever get out in the field and my thrusters fail....you are throwing me across the field" he teases with a smirk. She laughs a little and nods.