Sabrina Hargreeves aka Number Eight in the Umbrella Academy. Not anymore, after moving out at the age of seventeen and finding herself a nice apartment and a fun roommate. But the tranquility is put to an end when she's twenty three and Nick Fury an...
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Months have passed since the incident, and as promised I was left alone. Today, it was Sofia's daily visit, aka the only family member who would talk to Gabriel after he came out. So the two of us were being smothered with Mexican food while artists like Selena and Vicente Fernandez blasted all over the house. The three of us were sitting on the couch as we all did a puff puff pass Salazar being my favorite pet right now as he was sprawled on my chest. When there was a knock on the door and I trailed over only to find my myself face to face with Tony Stark and a redhead lady.
"Oh did we catch you at a bad time,"Stark said pretending to be shocked.
"I'm not stoned enough to deal with you," I groaned out as I went to close the door.
"Ah ah ah, me first, I'm the guest," Stark said pushing his way in and sat next to the stoners who were starting to nod off,"so this is the beautiful Pepper Potts."
I sent her a lazy wave with my joint and I turn to Stark,"so what do you want me to do? Why are you me introducing me?"
"Well, I'm hosting a gala and Miss Potts here needs a new dress, one that'll make her look even more beautiful."
"She's not your property Stark, it's up to her if the dress doesn't suit her or not. Now butt out, this is a conversation between the ladies, there's food in the kitchen and weed brownies that Gabriel made from the left over weed,"I said, waving my hand, shooing him away then I grabbed my notebook and a pen,"okay so how do you want your dress to look like," I asked clicking my pen and turning to Pepper.
I stuck the piece of paper that also contained her number to my fridge only to see it a few hours later as I saw a somewhat sloppy design of a dress with a few notes on the side along with a phone number. As I stared at the wall and ate chips with nutella I rang the number.
"Hello?"
"Yeah hi, this Pepper?"
"Speaking."
"It's Sabrina I'm the one making your dress. Listen, when are you free to get measurements?"
"Well I can do it in two days is that alright with you?"
"Yeah alright," I said writing it on the fridge with an expo," can you come over around 3?"
