Hold That Thought (Pietro Maximoff x OC)

The Quinjet

Today was the big day, Monday. Fury's assistant had sent me the address of the airport the Quinjet would pick me up in along with the address of the Hotel I was staying in. She informed me to pack for a month, in case the mission went long. I had packed last night, all I had left to do was get up out of this incredibly comfortable bed and go to the airport. My alarm to wake up finally went off but I had been up for a couple hours already. I mean shit, I'm meeting Avengers today. The sky had begun to glow with the waking of the birds, transforming from the deep midnight black to the dark blue of the early morning. I rolled out of the pile of my sheets and comforter by bed had become and padded over to the bathroom. A sleepy blur clouded my eyes as I stared at my reflection, how does one even compare to them. I never thought of myself as beautiful in any sense of the way. I was ok. Of course that's not what other people seem to think when they don't know I can hear them, but hey, what do I know. Maybe the psychiatrists all those years ago were right, maybe the voices belong to some mental illness. I rubbed my eyes until my golden locks came into focus, knowing this was going to be a long day. I would've pulled my hair into a messy bun like all the other girls do, but I've kept my hair short since that one day.

Ok, next step, breakfast. I walked down the quiet hallway to the kitchen as the bold colors of the sunrise poured through the window. I searched over the practically empty pantry in hopes to find something slightly appetizing. I swayed back and forth on my feet, rolling them on the cold surface of the hardwood floors. Unfortunately, I finished off all my good breakfast foods yesterday since they wouldn't last over my trip. I settled for the last little poptart in the box and moved to the coffee maker. Of course, I had forgotten to save myself any grounds for the earliest morning of my week. Nice going Elle. I thought to myself as I heated up some water for one of the spare tea bags floating around in the small cabinet above the coffee maker. I looked down at the label of the first bag I found, lemon and lavender, I can work with that. I looked around at the kitchen as I waited for my water to get to temperature. The colors of the morning made the sage green of the lower cabinets glow deeper as the light rose to shine on the light gray countertops and the white upper cabinets. I could hear the wildlife around my cabin begin to wake up with me as the birds got louder and I could see the deer and her babies walk past the window, looking down for grass and grub. This time of morning was always so peaceful, my dense surroundings always seemed much quieter than any other setting. I sat in the breakfast nook and enjoyed my poptart as the tea bag stewed in the hot mug.

While the tea was seeping into the water, I decided to take a quick shower. I turned on the water to the only tiny shower in the cabin. I held my hand under the water as I waited for it to shift from freezing to the steamy temperature I prefer. I stepped in gently, letting the hot water roll down my back for a minute before moving to shampoo. I stepped out of the shower feeling refreshed, I dried myself off and moved to the closet. What even is the weather in New York like at this time of year? I grabbed my phone off of its spot on the bedside table and searched for the weather app. I really need to delete some of these pointless apps. Apparently it's supposed to be nicer today, the beginning of spring really is a blessing. I grabbed a pair of loose black jean shorts with a simple white t-shirt. Since it's always freezing on the airplane and it looked quite chilly outside I slipped on my extremely oversized gray zip up that had a little black stripe down the arms. I trodded over to the bathroom to finish up getting ready, the sun blinded me through the small window as I struggled to squeeze the remaining toothpaste out of the tube.

After getting ready and a little pep talk in the mirror, I walked out to the bedroom. I looked around at the almost empty room, looking sad due to the lack of decor. I grabbed my sky blue suitcase and walked out the door, grabbing my car keys off the kitchen counter on the way out. My white jeep sat patiently in the driveway, never getting much use out of it unless I was staying on the west coast. I lugged my suitcase into the trunk and hopped into the driver's seat. I ran my hands over the smooth steering wheel. Something's missing. Oh shit, my purse. I don't know that you could really call the black backpack I dragged around with me a purse but that was how I used it. It had my gun, badge and other important items that identified me to the CIA. I raced back into the house, grabbing the black bag up off of the couch in a rush. I placed it in the seat beside me and drove off away from the house.

As I drove closer and closer to the city, my mind began to fill with noise. The noise of other's thoughts. He's cheating on me. Where are my keys? Why is Daddy never home anymore? Their on flow of self-conversation never seemed to stop once I got in towards civilization. The drive brought me to a little landing strip outside of Portland, just a small building and a row of pavement. One of the iconic Quinjets sat at one end and a woman stood at the other. I slowed the car just before her and stepped out, my dirty white sneakers landed softly on the pavement. I grabbed my backpack and swung it over my shoulder.

"Agent Quinn?" The woman stepped forward in her uncomfortable looking black heels. Her figure stood a little taller than my 5'5 height so I had to bend my neck slightly to look at her.

"That's me." I let out a soft smile and was just met with a nod in return as she gestured to the jet behind her. I didn't even see the man who had grabbed the bag out of the back of my jeep until I saw him walk past me. I started to open my mouth as I heard his thoughts: Oh my god this is heavy. What the hell is in this thing. I bit my laugh to stifle a laugh as I returned my attention back to the woman. Why won't she just get on the damn jet, we're already behind schedule. I widened my eyes a little, speed walking over to the open door. I took a seat and settled in as she informed me of the safety protocols and the name of the pilot. I hate that speil, let me fly the plane already. The pilot seemed to have developed an annoyance to the repeating monologue of the flight attendants.

I toyed with the silver dog tags laying around my neck, running my fingers over the name of the dead soldier. The only tie I had left to him. The normally 4 and a half hour flight was shortened to 3 hours by the speed of the Quinjet. During the flight, I pulled my laptop out of my bag, going over the final paperwork from my last mission and answering some emails from coworkers about assignments or past interrogations. The pilot was surprisingly calm during the flight, only once scaring me with a: is that supposed to happen? Why is that button flashing? Oh shit. After the jet failed to crash, I returned my attention to the music being pushed out of the thick headphones that sat around my ears. Fury said I was only meeting part of the team, I wonder who it will be. After the final battle with Thanos, Stark and Rogers had begun to step back from the spotlight, only making a few appearances on missions or battles. It sure will be fun to read their minds.

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A/N: 

So this chapter is a little boring but I wanted to introduce you guys to what Eleanor's everyday and home life looks like. What she experiences and how she goes about her life from day to day. Feedback is always welcome :)