I'm only one call away (wrong number)

"We're here." My attention is snatched by the blonde and our eyes meet in the rear view mirror. "This is your last shot kid. Just, give them a try okay? You're their first ever foster kid. They're probably as scared as you are." I scoff and turn my gaze onto my fiddling hands. "Yeah, sorry, you don't get scared anymore." She adds sarcastically. "But I'm being serious, I don't want to see you end up in a group home."

"I don't wanna be in a group home." I mumble bitterly. Group homes suck, they're filled with snot nosed kids who think they deserve the world, and also think that they can take your stuff. Heck nah, my shit stays with me. Sarah smiles sympathetically.

"I know, that's why you need to try and make this work. Do you promise you'll try?" I sigh and lift my eyes up to meet hers.

"I try." I say with a shrug causing her to grin.

"Then let's go."

We saunter up the porch steps, my backpack slung over my shoulder and my case in Sarah's hand. When we reach the light blue door I get to press the doorbell, yes, I am five, deal with it, and it's opened by a man. A very, very tall man. I take an involuntary step back and stare up at him. His bright blue eyes contrast against his dark, shoulder length locks, his shoulders were wide and biceps thick and, is that a metal arm? He smiles brightly at us and steps onto the porch.

"Hey, you must be Ms Cook." He says, holding a hand out to the blonde who takes it and shakes it firmly.

"Please call me Sarah. Is Mrs Barnes in?"

"Oh yes," He turns to face into the house "Nat, there here!" Not seconds later the sound of hurried footsteps fills the air and a small woman appears.  She's nowhere near as talk as Mr Barnes but she still stands a good few inches above me, her pale skin making her big green eyes pop along with her long auburn locks cascading down her back. A slim hand reaches out towards the social worker who again accepts it quickly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Sarah." Her voice holds a lightness to it, almost like a song. I recognise it.

"Likewise Mrs Barnes." The red head smiles, a genuine smile.

"Please just call me Natasha." She releases Sarah hand and turn to look at me.

"And you must be Martha-Anne. it's really nice to meet you." I visibly cringe and Sarah attempts to stifle a laugh.

"I don't go by that." I say quickly. "It Mackenzi, or Max."

"Oh I'm sorry, it just said on your file-"

"Yeah," I cut her off "that's the name the orphanage gave me. I'm Max."

"Well, hello Max, I'm Natasha and this is my husband Bucky." I nod at both of them. Sarah clears her throat.

"Well I have to say, we don't usually give new time foster parents children like Max but I am so thankful that you agreed to take her in. it should be an excellent learning experience for all of you." An awkward silence falls over us for a few seconds so Sarah clears her throat. "Well, I'll be off, let you get settled in." She turns to me with a smile. "I'll be back in one week. And for the love of God, be good." I nod and smile back at her.

"I'll try." I promise causing her smile to grow as she climbs into the car. the engine roars to life and she pulls out of the drive way, waving as she leaves.

I stare after the car for a moment, unwilling to turn around. Please be different.

"We were just about to make lunch if you'd like to join us." Bucky (they said Bucky right?) says from behind me.

"Sounds good." I respond nonchalantly, not turning around.

"Well, why don't you come on in? We can show you to your room." Natasha. I slowly turn on my heel and look at the two of them.