AN: Starts from after last chapter but a small time skip.
"Well, here's one of the spare rooms we have here, it's next to Pietro's room and Wanda's is next to his. Sleep well, good night (Y/N)." Natasha opens the door and smiles at (Y/N) then turns on her heel and walks back to her room two floors above.
Once she's gone (Y/N) enters 'her' room, it's a very nice room, very plain and not decorated because it's just a guest room.
Most of the rooms were decorated the same, white but a creamy white not pure white, the carpet is a light grey colour and there's a bed. A Queen size bed (Small double bed) that probably has enough space for two people but made for one.
It has white covers and a fluffy grey blanket lays folded at the bottom of the bed unused along with a azure blue eye mask.
The room overall looked quite expensive but then what did you expect, it's Avenger's Tower. And who owns Avenger's Tower.
A billionaire.
The one and only Tony Stark.
(Y/N) walks over to the bed. The room was the second best thing she'd ever seen in her entire life. The first being the view of Manhattan city.
She runs her hand across the blanket feeling it's soft material whilst looking for a place to put her boots.
She spots a small drawer big enough for her boots so walks across the room and takes them off.
She opens the drawer and places them in, cringing slightly as dirt gets on the drawer.
A small smudge of dirt seems to ruin the inside of the drawer, how easily it was ruined.
She's used to dirt and grime but back in Hydra everything was like that, there wasn't anything that could be ruined still, it was all dirt.
She wrinkles her nose slightly not wanting to think of such memories.
She closes the door quietly and walks across the the large window, the same kind as earlier just a little smaller.
She puts her hands on the window feeling a sense of support from doing so and looks down at the city below.
A lot like the view from earlier but from a different angle, a different... Perspective.
She rests her forehead against the glass feeling a cold chill runs through her, not an unwelcome feeling to say the least more like a familiar feeling.
"(Y/N)! (Y/N) wake up! It's snowing, come on come play with me!" (Y/N) opens her eyes and sees her little sisters blue eyes staring down at her. She chuckles.
"Okay, okay, let me get dresses first, go get your gloves and hat, I'll be out in a minute." She smiles at the little girl and the girl smiles back.
"Okay!" She scurries away to go get her gloves and hat whilst (Y/N) stretches here arms up and gets out of bed.
As soon as she gets ready she finds her little sister in the kitchen looking like a pillow, she had a puffy coat on and at least two jumpers with her gloves and hat. (Y/N) pats her head affectionately and smiles at her.
"You ready to go now?"
"Yeah! Can we go into the forest?" She beams at her.
"Yeah, okay. Mum! We're going out into the forest we'll be back in a couple of hours or so."
"Okay, look after your little sister (Y/N)." She walks into the kitchen and smiles at the two girls. "Have fun."
"Okay, thanks," she places a kiss on her mothers forehead then grabs the young girls hand. "Let's go."
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The Ghost Agent (Book 1)
Fanfiction(Y/N) was taken by Hydra at a young age then tortured for almost 12 years and put under Hydra hypnosis turning her into a deadly assassin, maybe better than Black Widow, at one of their most discreet, hidden bases which unfortunately for her turns o...
