Addicted

//9\\

Two weeks later Morgan got a text from Jeremy;

"Heyy"
"have you seen the news?"
"Nicky escaped prison"
"😳"
                                                                             "Heyy"
                "Ohw shit... what am I supposed to do?"
                                                  "She's coming for me"

"Calm down Morgan"
"It's gonna be okay"
"Just lay low for a couple of weeks"
"And she will probably forget about you"

"Okay i will"
"I hope you're right"

"I'm always right"
"😉"
"I'll text u later😚"

                                                           "Okay🤗"

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Morgan's POV;

As i read the text from Jeremy i panicked. Nicky was out there and after me. I escaped from her once, I couldn't be that lucky to escape twice, right? I started pacing in the living room, circles around the couch. I managed to rent a crappy apartment, it wasn't that fancy and comfortable, but it is better than sleeping on the streets. I kept thinking about Nat, should i tell her what was happening? Probably not, why would she care about me. I opened a news app on my phone and saw the latest news on the escaped prisoner.

Suddenly i felt as if i was dying, i couldn't breath. I started to panic and collapsed to the floor. I sat with my back to wall and held my knees to my chest. What was happening...? I tried to grab my phone but I couldn't reach it, my hands were shaking heavily. My breathing became heavier and I gasped for air. 'Okay Morgan, deep breaths' i said to myself. 'Focus, you're gonna be alright' after a few minutes I managed to calm myself down. This was really weird, it never happened before..

I walked up to my window and opened it. I lived on a busy street in a neighborhood bordered to the city, New York. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it. I sat down on the windowsill  and watched the people going on with their day. Some were on the phone, some were talking with each other, everyone was busy doing something. It's fascinating, at least i thought it was.

I was lost in my thoughts until i almost fell out the window, because of the sound of the ringtone from my phone. It scared the shit out of me.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.
"Hey Morgan, it's Clint, am I interrupting?"

"Hey Clint, no it's okay. How can i help?"

"Well, Tony is having a party and i was wondering if you would like to come?"

"Ehm I don't know Clint.."

"Oh come on Morgan, you like party's! Please..? Natasha will be there.." i could imagine the smirk on his face while he said that.

"Okay Clint, I'm coming" I sighed.

"Okay nice! Be there at 8, do you need a ride?"

"No I'm good, see you at 8!"

"Okayy, byee!"

I hung up the phone and sighed. What have i gotten myself into. A Tony Stark party, is not a normal party, i knew from stories i had heard from others. I walked to my closet and looked through some outfits. The only suitable outfit would be de little black dress i had.