Slowly trying to sit up, your feeling a lot better but still ropey. Your stomach let’s out a loud growl in protest of its hunger, looking out the window you can see the sun setting, you have slept all day too. Your mouth feels like a desert as your lips crack under the dryness, slipping out of bed you head to the kitchen in search of water.
‘Miss Miller. Can I get you anything?’
Jumping out of your skin you hadn’t expected to see Happy sitting at the dining room table, judging by the laptop and paperwork scattered in front of him he had been working from here all day.
‘Happy, you scared me half to death’ your heart pounding in your chest as you let out an audible sigh of relief. ‘ and how many times it’s Beatrix.’
Removing his glasses and placing them in his pocket, his wrinkled face was blushing at the cause of your distress. ‘I’m so sorry Mis...Beatrix.’ correcting himself and smiling softly as he reached to comfort your arm, ‘Can I get you a glass of water? Are you feeling better?’
Sitting back into the chair the cool class of water slithers down your throat, feeling it all the way down with a glug you hear it hitting your stomach. ‘Thanks.’ With a grateful smile you really appreciate having him around.
Satisfied your feeling better, Happy whips you up some food before leaving you to enjoy your evening. Please don’t hesitate to call if you need anything else Miss Beatrix.’
Rolling your eyes at his effort you let our a small chuckle. ‘I will do.’
Picking up your phone you see a message chain from James, a mixture of board office selfies as he asked how you were and the final one after he has presumably spoken to Happy wishing he could come home to care for you. Typing out a quick reply you let him know your feeling much better, it must have just been the jetlag before settling into the sofa cushions.
This was the first time you had been alone in the penthouse. It was dauntingly quiet...
Trying to distract yourself from the deafening silence you flick through the bridal magazine. Becoming very aware of your surroundings, an eerie feeling makes you uncomfortable, repetitively being distracted you can’t help but look over your shoulder as the shadows catch your eye.
Picking your phone back up, you call Jade.
‘Hey. Fancy coming over?’
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Bee to my Barnes
Romance**Not based in the marvel universe but based on their characters, personality and relationships. I hope you like my take on their lives outside of the avengers. ** Heartbroken and lost, a small town country girl moves to the big city to be with her...
