Swearing, depressing stuff.
Aurora's POV
Against every instinct I follow the creepy voice. I follow it to... the ballet studio?
I cautiously open the door and see Nat gliding across the studio gracefully.
Fun fact, after my class (well...the survivors at least) graduated the red room, we were told that Nat (or as they referred to her as: Traitor) was to be killed at any cost. And also that she was one of the best Widows.
Ok, I'm guessing that song was Where Have All The Flowers Gone. That song is... kinda creepy.
The door creaks and she flinches and turns around.
"What are you doing?" What do I say? I can't sleep and your music creeped me out?
"I heard your music, came here and wow, you're good at dancing!" Good one. But Nat is good at dancing, can't argue with that.
"Yeah that-that does not explain why you're up at 6am. I thought teenagers enjoyed sleeping in for as long as humanly possible!"
No. No I do not.
"Nah, usually I sleep for about... 2 hours or not at all." I shrug, I've never ever had a regular sleep schedule. It's literally avoid sleep until I crash. Or am literally forced to sleep by an extremely passive-aggressive AI.
Yeah. I know.
"Child, that is not healthy." Nat looks concerned.
"Ya don't say." I glare, is it your sleep schedule? NO! STAY THE FUCK OUT OF IT!
Nat's POV
Great(!) The last thing we need is an aggressive, sleep deprived teenager who happens to have powers.
I notice that she's bopping her head to something and I can faintly hear it.
"Whatcha listening too?"
"Spider Dance. It's good." Oh, this must be the Undertale music Peter talks so much about.
"Oh, from Undertale?" She nods and rolls her shoulders and it cracks. Like the necks of people that annoy you.
"Yeah. Also, is there a pool?" You can swim with a metal arm?
"Before you ask, I can detach my arm. I'm pretty good at swimming even though well" She gestures to her arm and I nod.
"Have something to eat first." I finish.
She nods and races off.
Aurora's POV
I run out of the studio and teleport to the kitchen.
Shit. Steve's there.
Just gonna grab- *clatter*
"Umm hey Steve..." I say, awkwardly.
"Umm morning? Wanna help?" Well, I might as well.
"So, what's goin' on?"
"Making waffles" Hol' up.
"Do you mean... muscle pancakes?"
"What?" I mean, surely SOMEONE has taught this man about ✨meme?✨
"Ugh. Waffles are just pancakes who work out! Surely you knew!" I'm so confused.
He just sighs and shakes his head.
"Hey, kid, when's your birthday?" Shit shit shit, I was trying to avoid this question!
"A day in the year."
"No, seriously. Someone messed up the Shield files some time back and it scrambled a lot of info. And Tony needs to know when to throw a party." Steve rolls his eyes.
"Fine, the 5th of August."
He nods. Hopefully, I can get through my birthday.... hold on, I don't have to worry for another... 11 months!
"Can you grab the waffle iron?"
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Broken And Scarred
FanfictionAurora Iden has... problems. Sold to HYDRA as a child she has a lot of childhood trauma. Being deaf also doesn't help. And when a mission gone wrong puts her on SHIELD's radar, she's in a bit of a situation. (this is an AU where noone died in endgam...
