For a while, it was literally just you two. Every morning you'd meet in the kitchen at exactly 4:30. Eat breakfast in silence, then training together for about an hour. After that, you'd always do what you want until exactly 12 AM. Then you'd eat lunch together and then watch movies together until dinner. You normally don't talk that much. But it kept you close, not one of you going insane. Most of the nights, Natasha would come into your room and sleeping in your bed, sometimes cuddling with you. Those nights make you remember how much she misses the avengers.

Well, you miss them too. Your brother, tony, mostly. Sometimes you talk to yourself, just saying random stuff, pronouncing things wrong, just to hear Tony's voice in your head correcting it or giving a sassy remark. Often, it makes you cry. Sometimes you imagine Thor with his pop tarts. You used to go to the supermarket in secret to buy him new pop tarts once a week. Nobody knew, because Thor didn't think about how he got his pop tarts, he just cared about having them all the time. And sometimes you'd even enter the vents to just sit with Clint. Sometimes you drew onto the walls of the vents, played tic tac toe and just lived like you were still little kids.

None of you guys actually had a good childhood. That's why you all sometimes acted like children. Wanda chasing Bucky through the kitchen with a wooden spoon after he tried to snatch some food before it was ready. And so, so much more.

Tonight was especially worse. You couldn't get the pictures out of your head. Pictures of you all as a happy group, doing things like that. People called you crazy, but you all just didn't care... The door creaks open, revealing Natasha. You can't sleep either, can you? She whispers, her read hair shining a bit in the light of a candle you lightened about 30 minutes ago.