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It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. If my eyes weren't glued to the floor, I would see the people frozen in place, all with condescending expressions adorning their faces. A loud clap echoed through the silent room, filling the air with nervous electricity.
"Welcome to the party, Smokes!" Stark's cheery voice rang out over the deafening silence, my eyes jolted up to meet his expertly groomed face yet disheveled. Everyone instantly resumed their previous activities, ignoring the palpable tension as quickly as it had appeared.
Rogers stepped out beside me, flashing me a warm smile before heading over to the table to help a girl with dark auburn hair set the table. I tentatively stepped over the threshold of the doors, my bitter eyes never leaving Tony's childish chocolate ones, his weathered face crinkling as the impish smile in his eyes pranced over his face. Before I could open my mouth to verbally berate him for using a nickname, Natasha stepped in front of me, grabbing my hands, muttering something about introducing me to each person I hadn't already met before dinner started.
The first person we went over to see was a guy with short dirty blonde hair, hiding in the shadows of the kitchen close to the coffee pot. He had his hands resting on his face, deep in thought as his pale blue eyes deftly inspected my masked one. I felt like he could see right through my facade and read my whole life by the tilt of my frown or angle of my chin. As we stopped in front of him he unfolded himself from the counter, landing on his feet soundlessly. My first thought is that he had to be a spy, but I was starting to think Natasha's friends were just really weird people who liked to wear black and be impossibly quiet.
"Clint, this is Evie, the new recruit. Evie, this is Clint Barton." Natasha introduced us as he stepped further into the light. I hid my fidgeting hands behind my back in an effort to conceal the nervous shaking.
"Hi." I croaked, awkwardly biting my lips as the anxiety tightened around my throat, his evaluating gaze made me wonder if living in a cell for the rest of my life might've been a better option. His eyes scanned over me for the billionth time before a smile broke out over his lips, highlighting the crow's feet beginning to form around his bright eyes.
"Hey, welcome to the team," He grinned, hand gradually inching towards the fresh pot of coffee. I sent him a small smile back, the hairs on the back of my neck flattening. He didn't seem like much of a talker, but he looked like he had hundreds of interesting and juicy stories locked away in his brain.
Natasha steered me in the direction of the table, where Rogers and the woman had now finished placing the cutlery.
"Evie! This is Wanda Maximoff. Wanda, this is Evie, the new girl," Natasha explained as the girl turned to face us. She brushed her long dark hair over her shoulder, framing her European features. She gave me a tentative smile as her pale green eyes flickered over my own hesitant stance. She was young, maybe a few years older than me if that, but her eyes were brimming with memories that could last 50 lifetimes. "I feel like you girls will get along," Romanoff leaned in, "Wands here used to be the new girl as well, and it was starting to get boring with all the testosterone in this room." She snickered in a valiant effort to curb the stagnant silence between us. Rogers huffed in disbelief at her words, but a playful smile stretched over his lips, tender eyes trailing over Natasha's face.
Just as Romanoff opened her mouth to make another remark, a man with a scarlet face and a yellow gem set in the centre of his forehead came over to us.
"Welcome to the Avengers tower Ms. King, I am Vision." His voice had a robotic edge to it. I folded my arms as my brows creased in confusion at his appearance. He wore mundane clothes which looked ridiculous against his synthetic skin.
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