𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒
a simple story
where an attack
on the royal family
creates an everlasting bond
between two 'lucky' teens
post-aou | 2015
pietro maximoff x female oc
[ NIGHT CHANGES ] chapter twelve; uncle sam and daddy short legs
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❝ ...Man, you need a hobby that doesn't include stupid ass nicknames. ❞
THE SUN PEAKING THROUGH WANDA'S BLINDS BROUGHT CATALINA BACK TO THE THE SOKOVIAN GIRL'S ROOM. She let out a quiet sigh; she was actually having a good dream for once. She concluded that it was due to the extra-soft blankets that Wanda let her borrow.
No, scratch that, it was due to the extra-soft blankets that Pietro had stolen from his sister.
She seemed to be the first one awake. Catalina had no idea what time it was. Her circadian rhythm was still out-of-order, even if she had been staying at the compound for a few weeks at that point. All she knew was that it was probably later in the morning; perhaps 11:30-ish?
Instead of dwelling on what numbers the clock hands pointed to, Catalina climbed onto her feet, letting the blankets fall to the cool ground below her. The crisp winter air quickly swarmed her, and she was instantly reminded where she was; New York in January.
She scrambled to wrap the blankets around her.
Catalina shuffled over to the window, meticulously stepping around and over anyone who had fallen asleep on the ground. She felt like a soldier in a war, carefully trying to avoid any landmines that may be below her.
Since no one exploded — or woke up — Catalina peered through the blinds to find that Wanda's room sat over a large body of water. She could only assume that it was the Potomac. Not because she was an expert on America's rivers, but simply because the Potomac was the only river that she could think of that ran through New York. Maybe the Hudson? Either way, the view was gorgeous. A mist lingered over the soft waves of the water, the forest terrain compassing the riverbank. The clouds in the sky reflected off of the surface of the river, the sun blaring through the white puffs in the bright blue sky.
She let the blinds close with a soft snap. Catalina, once again, stepped over the sleeping bodies that littered the floor. She inched over to the door, slipping out of the room before starting her short journey to the kitchen. The closer she got to the kitchen, the more she could hear Steve's voice bouncing off of the walls. More voices filled the conversation. Tony's chuckling. Natasha's soft scoff. Clint's side of their playful "argument."
Catalina's presence nearly went unnoticed, as the male Avengers were too invested in their conversation. Natasha, of course, heard the quiet footsteps from miles away. The redhead watched as Catalina neared her.
"I saw you guys in Wanda's room," She was the first to speak. "They let you into their little tradition?"
"Yep," A smile spread on Catalina's face at the thought of it. "Can I ask why Mr. Rogers is yelling about..." she paused to listen. "...Democracy?"
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