Moving Location

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It had been nearly a month since Olivia's first mission. She still thought about it a lot. The adrenaline rush it gave her, the smell of the smoke, the sound of the gun fire. It didn't haunt her in anyway, it was just always in the back of her mind.

Olivia had known even before the mission that they would be leaving the tower and moving into the compound, but it came much faster than she anticipated. She wouldn't be leaving New York, which was a relief to her.

Movers arrived at the tower early that morning, carrying box after box down to the truck. Olivia was sad to be leaving. She had so many good memories here over the past year and a half.

Olivia sat in her gaming chair, one hand on her mouse and the other on her keyboard. Her headphones were on as she spoke to a few friends through the microphone. "Don't worry guys, I found a spruce forest" Olivia said, talking about the game she was playing.

She had been playing for a few hours, loosing track of time. Natasha knocked on the door, but Olivia couldn't hear her. The door creaked open. "Olivia, dinner's ready" Natasha said.

There was no response. Natasha went over to her, tapping her shoulder. Olivia slid off her headphones, muting her microphone. "Yeah?"

"Dinners ready" Natasha said, starting out of the room. "And turn your headphones down."

"Sorry mom" Olivia said, freezing in her place. The word just slipped out. When she spoke to her friends over her headset, she constantly heard them talking to their mothers. Olivia hadn't even thought about using the word.
"Uh . . . I mean Nat" she said, frazzled.

"I-it's okay" Natasha said, exiting the room. Natasha herself was stunned by what Olivia had said. Obviously, Natasha knew that she was a motherly figure to Olivia, but she never realized that Olivia might actually see her that way.

"You ready to go?" Natasha asked, walking into Olivia's bedroom at the tower for the last time. Olivia was standing there, staring at the room. The posters were gone, all of her added furniture was gone, the room was lifeless.

"Yea" Olivia said, leaving the room behind Natasha, shutting the door. They got into the elevator and Natasha clicked the button that would lead them to the garage.

"The movers are already on their way to the compound" Natasha said, checking her phone for the time.

"Is it stupid that I'm sad to be leaving?" Olivia asked, pulling her hair behind her ear.

"Not stupid at all. If it makes you sad, you're allowed to feel sad" Natasha said. Growing up in the red room, Natasha was never told that it was okay to feel your feelings, so she always made sure that Olivia never felt that way.

They got to the car and hopped in. "In two years, I'll get to drive" Olivia said. She always wanted to try it out, every time they got into the car.

"Don't say that" Natasha said, backing out into the street.

"Why not?"

"Because you're growing up too fast" Natasha said, making her way towards the compound. It wasn't far from the tower at all, maybe a twenty minute drive. Once they were there, Olivia was in awe again, seeing the exterior of the building. New things never failed to impress her.

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