Upstate New York
2010
Sofia Romanoff lays on the lush burgundy comforter covering her bed, Her legs crossed in front of her chest. Mindlessly flipping through this weeks edition of Vogue with one hand, And shoveling Salt and Vinegar potato chips into her mouth with the other.
She hears the familiar whoosh of the bedroom door sliding open, But she doesn't have to take her eyes off the glossy page to know exactly who's barging into the sun filled room.
The soft steps accompanied by the smell of his Aramis cologne give him away instantly.
Stopping a few feet shy of her bed, He begins to speak in a tone that is more pleading than it is demanding.
"Agent Raven, Director Fury wants you to join him in his office as soon as possible."
A sigh escapes her as she flips to the next page, Her crystal blue eyes wandering over an exclusive article about America's favorite Playboy Tony Stark.
"Sorry, I'm busy." Her voice muffled by the potato chips filling it.
"I gathered that, Given you've ignored a dozen intercom summons, Text messages and cell phone calls. You know, I love having to drop everything I'm supposed to be doing in order to trout down here and drag you out of bed."
"Gotta make sure you get those daily steps in, Old man." She taunts, Eyes still fixated on the page.
She's never been able to understand the appeal of the short goateed man, However she's never understood the obsession with most of the celebrities filling magazines such as this one.
She mostly buys them to look at the crazy fashion choices, And to test out the beauty tips.
As she flips to the next page, it's snatched from her hands entirely.
"PHIL!" She screeches, jolting up into a seated position, watching as he tucks the magazine under his armpit.
"Up, Now." He demands, his fluffy light brown eyebrow shooting up.
Reaching beneath her pillow, Grasping the cold vibranium handle of one of her Sai's, She whips it out to point menacingly at Phil's neck.
"Piss off, And give it back." She hisses, Her face scrunched up in annoyance.
Phil chuckles, Rubbing his free hand over his forehead.
It's been six years since Clint Barton brought the then 16 year old Sofia and 19 year old Natasha Romanoff into Shield. He had been sent to kill the two most dangerous assassins the world had ever seen... However when he saw they were at their core, Two scared kids, He made a different call.
But even now that Sofia is 22 years old, She still allows her emotions to get the better of her at times, Usually directing her acts of rebellion at the three people closest to her; Natasha, Clint and Special Agent Phil Coulson who has the unfortunate task of keeping her in line.
"You might like what he has to say." He offers, flashing her a soft smile.
Scoffing in return, she plops back down onto her back, "When have I ever liked something Fury has had to say?"
"Can you please just get up?" He pleas.
"What does he want?" She groans, Peaking out beneath the arms folded over her face.
"Why don't you head down to his office and find out?"
"No." She narrows her eyes, popping a chip into her mouth
YOU ARE READING
The Raven
Fanfic"The White Wolf and The Raven." "What an unlikely pair." James Buchanan Barnes is the leading man of this story. However, This is the story of The Raven. The Raven, Also known as Sofia Romanoff...
