Ophelia Stone is an Ex-Black Widow. She was released when Natasha Romanoff took down the Red Room.
She moved all around the world, trying to find a place to stay and finally decided on New York, after she was blipped back.
She meets Kate Bishop, w...
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- "Ophelia." -
Cold air nipped at Ophelia's cheeks, leather jacket pulled up to her chin and she regretted not wearing a thicker one or her winter coat. A large box was held to her chest, the first of her things to move with since she moved from England to New York.
She unlocked the apartment building door and started to walk up the stairs, boots clicking on the tiles. When she got to her new flat, she looked under the doormat where the previous owner was supposed to have left her key. A groan left her when she saw it wasn't there.
"Shit, fuck, titting balls." Ophelia mumbled, kicking the door before placing the box down at her feet.
"Uh, hi." A voice said from behind her and he turned to see a woman with black hair standing there with an awkward smile. "They're not living in there anymore."
"I'd hope not. I bought the place." Ophelia smiled and the woman's face seemed to dawn with realisation.
"You're my new neighbour then. I'm Kate." She grinned, holding out her hand and Ophelia shook it.
"Ophelia." She greeted.
"Not going in?" Kate asked when neither of them moved.
"They haven't dropped the key off yet, I guess. Was supposed to be under the mat but it's not." Ophelia sighed.
"Where's all your things? If it's just that box, that's depressing. No offence." Kate added the last part hurriedly and Ophelia huffed a laugh.
"None taken. But, no, the rest is in my car." She told her. "Didn't mean to keep you waiting. It's freezing, even out here. Go."
"Yeah." Kate agreed, going to unlock her apartment before turning back. "I have pizza in here, if-if you wanna wait inside somewhere. Bring your boxes, too, if you want."
"How do I know you're not a serial killer?" Ophelia asked jokingly.
"You won't. Take a chance." Kate joked back, opening the door a little. "It's warm."
"Now you do sound like a serial killer." Ophelia snorted. "But I will take you up on the offer before I freeze my tits off."
"Do you want help with your other boxes? You don't want them to get robbed." Kate offered.
"Nah, 's fine. My car's invincible." Ophelia waved her off, thanking Kate when she held the door open. "Anyway, there's not much in there anyone would want to steal. 'A mainly just posters and clothes."
"Some people want to steal clothes." Kate shrugged, closing the door behind them both and pulling off her coat.
"Not when mine consists of old ripped jeans, baggy t-shirts and flannels. I dress like a homeless person." Ophelia smiled.
"Fair enough." Kate nodded. "Uh, make yourself comfortable. Tv remote's over there."
"Thanks. Hey, d'you like Twilight? And not as in 'I love it' as in 'it's so shit it's good'."
"...it's so shit it's good and you better put it on."
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"Where the fuck did you get this frozen pizza from?" Ophelia asked, wiping tomato sauce from her top lip.
"The corner shop. It's so good right?" Kate asked and Ophelia nodded quickly. "I swear, if I wouldn't die, I'd eat it every day."
"Fuck that. I'd take the risk." Ophelia mumbled, taking a sip of the can of coke Kate gave her before looking at the screen. "Okay, I have to say this."
"Go on." Kate prompted.
"Why does Bella have sexual tension with everyone but Edward?" Ophelia questioned and Kate's eyes seemed to dawn with realisation.
"Yes! Even with Rosalie! They have the whole 'enemies to lovers' kinda deal." Kate exclaimed and Ophelia exclaimed in agreement with her. "And Carlilse. From when he cleaned the cut he got."
"Exactly. Honestly, it's baffling." Ophelia shook her head.
"This question I have is urgent. Like, if you answer wrong, I will force you from the apartment building." Kate said seriously.
"Oh, alright! Calm yourself!" Ophelia held her hand up. "But go on."
"Team Edward or Team Jacob."
"Edward. Jacob fell in love with her baby!" Ophelia stated.
"You're allowed to move in." Kate nodded in approval.
"Thank God. 'Cause I'd leave myself if you said Jacob." Ophelia chuckled.
"I would never. That repulses me." Kate responded, grimacing. "Moving on from that terrifying thought, do you need help doing anything in your apartment?"
"You're definitely a serial killer. I'm calling it now." Ophelia joked and Kate chuckled softly. "But, uh, no. Not that I can think of. Just some painting 's all."
"I have nothing else to do so can I please help. I'll go insane doing nothing." Kate pouted and Ophelia laughed.
"Sure. I'll make sure to hide my knives." Ophelia smiled.
"What colour you doing it?" Kate questioned, nibbling her slice.
"Too many colours. And I don't know why I'm doing it but I am." Ophelia replied. "Gonna look like what I imagine the inside of Mr. Tumble's spotty bag to be."
"That sounds magical." Kate snorted.
"Right?"
"Yeah. Or the inside of Rainbow Dash's asshole."
"Disgusting. But you're officially my new favourite person."
