NIGHT CHANGES ▹ P. Maximoff

THREE. el chico rubio platinado

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chapter three; el chico rubio platinado

❝ She's scared. She won't admit it, but she's scared. ❞

EVENTUALLY, THE HUNGER BECAME OVERWHELMING. The growls became louder as the night went on, no matter how much Catalina attempted to sleep the pangs of starvation away. So, she snuck out of the warm room and replaced it with the cool hallway.

Folding her arms across her chest, she shivered as the tiny hairs that littered her arms stood up. Since she never went on a tour, she had no idea where the kitchen was; it felt like an endless maze, the walls lengthening with each step. By the time she found said kitchen, she had been wandering around the compound for about ten minutes.

She was pleasantly surprised when she was the only one in the room. Catalina assumed that someone would be in the kitchen, considering how many people lived at the compound. She decided not to think about that; why press her luck?

She dashed to the fridge, opening before beginning her hasty search for food. She couldn't help but smile when she felt the coolness of the string cheese, the condensation from the cherry-flavored Capri Sun, the smoothness of the granny-smith apple that she got her hands on.

Catalina nearly had a heart attack when she heard footsteps advancing towards the kitchen. Rapidly taking a look around, she rashly ran into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. She kept the lights off, her eyes adjusting to the dark world behind her.

Her heart pounded rapidly as she kept her attention locked on the door. Catalina knew someone in the kitchen, but she didn't care to know who. She just wanted them to go away.

Her biggest mistake was when she accidentally dropped the Capri Sun. She felt the urge to vomit as she scrambled to grab the juice, praying to God Himself that the mystery Avenger didn't hear the noise.

Of course they had; Catalina could see the approaching shadow under the door, and she knew that there was a chance that she would burst into tears then and there. She let out a shallow, shaky breath and accepted her fate, even if she knew how dramatic that was.

The door slowly cracked, a platinum boy peeking his head inside. His phone flashlight shone on Catalina, who resembled a deer in headlights. For a moment, neither teen said a word. They just stared in confusion.

"Um," The boy started, Catalina taking note of his maybe-Russian accent. "Do you... do you normally eat snacks in dark bathrooms?"

He's the boy from earlier...

"I-" She looked down at her small trove of stolen food. "N-No."

"Oh," He muttered. "You can come out now."

The boy widened the door, the light flooding into the previously-dark bathroom. Catalina sheepishly slipped past him, allowing him to lead her to the kitchen. She cautiously watched him while taking her spot at the kitchen island. The blonde boy turned to the kitchen, raiding the cabinets for various supplies.