I was almost halfway done with the soup when I heard Redgie call for me.

"Yes?" I answered as I walked near the door.

Redgie's wet head poked out, "I... Don't have any clean clothes..."

That was problematic, he wouldn't fit in my clothes.

I walked over to one of the rooms I wasn't allowed in, Clint's room, and started to dig in his dresser.

I grabbed a pair of sweat pants and one of Clint's least worn shirts.

I gave them to Redgie, who put them on and met me back in the living room.

I had two bowls of soup on the coffee table, both were steaming.

"You didn't have to do all this, I thought you meant sandwiches or something," Redgie told me as he sat down.

"I like to cook," I told him after I took a spoonful into my mouth.

Redgie stared at his food for a few moments before he picked up his spoon and dug in.

He made a loud moan when he tasted it, "What is this?" he asked as he slurped another spoonful.

"Chicken and Gnocchi,".

he looked a bit confused, "Gnocchi?" he asked.

I dug into my bowl and fished out the dumpling-like piece to show him.

"It's a dumpling," he told me.

I shook my head, "Gnocchi," I told him before I ate it.

He stared at me with an eyebrow raised before he rolled his eyes and continued to eat his soup.

It was quiet without the others here. "Where's the rest of the 'Avengers' anyway?" Redgie asked after a few minutes of silence.

I swallowed another spoonful of soup before answering, "They went on a mission somewhere in South America," I informed.

There was more silence, "When're they gonna be back?"

I shrugged, "Week, maybe less,".

He nodded his head again, "So how long are you gonna keep me hostage?"

I hummed in mocked thought, "Until you wish to leave,".