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A few hours had passed and there was still no sign of Nat. I had made myself a nice enough "nest" of chip bags and the random bandana's they must have sold here. It was surprisingly comfortable but I guess chip bags are just air anyways.
I was getting hungry so but I didn't really want to eat much of the food around. The good stuff was stolen ages ago anyways so there were just a bunch of knock off chips in the storage room near the back and cans of beans that have probably turned radioactive. Like a mini Chernobyl disaster in the left hand corner.
The best I can do now anyways is get some sleep. Hopefully I won't have to find a way out because that would be a huge pain. When Nat gets back we are going to have a conversation. Involving me, her, and a can of those disaster beans.
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Twist of fate// A wrong number avengers story with reader
HumorI like reading these, but there never enough so I hope you like it (I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS) I think its kinda funny but my sense of humor is a little out of sorts. I will update sporadically because I don't want to make a plan.
