The ghost has been passed down through generations of a single family, destined to be the protector of the Scarlet Witch.
Katrina Grew up in Bulgaria hearing story's of her grandmother who had died shortly before her birth. Her grandmother had been...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
EDITED 4/6/24
EDITED 8/30/24
KATRINA
Two days later, Katrina was happy to finally take a break from training with Natasha and relax before the party happening later tonight.
Melting down into the sheets, she lets her eyes close; listening to the sounds around her. Upstairs was Steve, and she could hear him going at it with the punching bag in his room again.
Listening to the repetitive sound she begin to fade into darkness.
She was there, again. Just standing there, in the corner of my eye, in the center of the street. People walked around her as if was insignificant. Unimportant. But she was, because she could see me. She shouldn't be able to see me through my illusions. And yet. Here she was. Standing there- looking at me. Mouthing two words.
Just two.
"Help me."
Gasping; She sits up unto her forearms, dripping sweat as she gasp for air. The same dream - wait, no. It's different... but not.
Sighing, Katrina falls back into the warmth. Looking at the ceiling she tries to think of her and where she might be.
~
Walking out of the elevator, she is instantly overthrown by the sheer amount of people and minds. If Katrina had known how many there would be, she might of just stayed hidden in her room.
Smiling politely, the teen strides over to the bar where Natasha stood tending to it, seeing as shes in the country of stupid where she have to be 21 to get a drink, she couldn't get a beer; so instead Kat just ordered a Coke.
Katrina catches a certain redhead chuckle at her drink choice, She wriggles her fingers- smirking when Natasha curses underher breath- the grin on her face changing to a disonserted look.
Was it fair? Probably not, did I care? No.
Not at all.
Walking over to the couch, Katrina pauses looking down at the floor-length dress she wore. Hmm, maybe I should have worn a shorter dress.
Relaxing into the couch she takes a sip of her coke as her dark eyes flit around the room and its inhabitance.
"Hey, this seat taken?" Turning to her left, Katrina looks up at the attractive young man; surveying him, she nods silently. "So... How did you get invited?" She glance at him with a brow raised.
"I live here."
His face rises in surprise as he stares at her- his jaw on the floor. "And you?" He coughs, looking down at his drink.
"My mother is a friend of Mr. Stark's." Skimming his outer thoughts she nod, placing her empty glass on the glass table.
"It was nice to meet you Christian, but you're not my type." She smothers a smirk, turning away. "W-wait how did you know my name?"
Turning back to him she winka, ignoring his question. His sister however...Now she is my type. Pressing the button to her floor,s She glance over to Natasha at the bar, watching her flirt with Bruce.
Sending a quick message into her head Katrina steps into the waiting elevator.
"Господи, краката ми ме убиват." Leaning back against the elevator wall, she carefully peel off the black heels she wore. Why did I wear these and not my boots?
Katrina was only downstairs for an hour or so, and yet it felt like so much longer. People wouldn't be leaving until much later, that is when she decided she would go back up there.
Walking into her floor, she drops her heels by the entrance. Glancing over at the closet, Katrina peeks inside finding a pair of washed out denim jeans and her favorite pale pruple cropped top.
She slip on the boots she was going to wear earlier with a grin.
~
After lazing on her couch for an hour or so, she perks up when she senses the guests finally begin to leave.
Running over to the elevator she jumps in when the door opens, quickly pressing the button for the common floor. Rocking on my feet, she impatiently wait for the door to open to the main floor.
Stepping out she watch the avengers escort the remaining stragglers out.
