NIGHT CHANGES ▹ P. Maximoff

FIVE. el cerebro y el cuerpo

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chapter five; el cerebro y el cuerpo

❝ I'm so tired, but I've been sleeping all day. ❞

CATALINA WAS A THINKER, and it became increasingly evident the longer you talked to her. She could get lost in space for long periods of time, drifting in and out of reality as she thought. She could entertain herself with her own mind for hours, whether she thought about her schedule for the day, or if she could put tiny hats on frogs.

This is what she was doing while roaming around the compound after she and Fury's conversation. Logically, she knew that the other Avengers wouldn't try to hurt her. She knew that the compound was safe enough. Still, the Avengers were a little scary, if she were being truthful. They reminded Catalina of rocks; tough and durable.

The only one who didn't scare her as much was Pietro. She saw right through him with ease. Catalina could tell he was scared, just like she was. The only difference was that he hid it better.

It was nice, knowing that she wasn't alone. Someone on the team understood how she felt more than she did.

Small sobs pulled Catalina from her thoughts, forcing the girl back to reality. She noticed that the cries came from behind one of the doors that she had passed.

Catalina stepped up to the door, pressing her ear to it. She didn't hear much; she was 90% sure that the doors were titanium.

Who was crying? It wasn't Pietro or Steve, their voices aren't that high. Catalina didn't think that Natasha would let herself get caught crying. She just came from Fury's office, so it couldn't have been him, either.

She knocked. Maybe the person on the other side needed help.

The wails stopped immediately. A moment of silence passed before Catalina heard a response.

"Come in." It was definitely a girl.

Catalina obeyed, peering into the room to find a teen girl on her bed, clinging onto her tear-stained pillow. Her formerly-white scleras were now painted in a soft pink, and her eyes had adopted dark circles around them. Simply put, the girl looked exhausted.

Her wavy hair was frizzed, a few free strands sticking to her cheeks. Catalina noticed the sheen on the girl's forehead, which helped confirm her 'diagnosis:' a panic attack.

"Hey, are you ok?" She kept her voice gentle, knowing that she could scare the poor girl if she were too aggressive.

The girl gained a smile, but it wasn't a normal one. It had a tinge of sarcasm tied into it, maybe a bit of mockery. Catalina's stomach dropped.