in which a super cool assassin accidentally falls for a super fast hero.
disclaimer -> i barely follow plotlines
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IT'S PRECISELY 2:34AM, AND VIOLET PETROVA IS WIDE AWAKE. She got maybe an hour of sleep before having another nightmare, then giving up on the concept of sleep entirely. After minutes of contemplating, she finally decides to head out for a glass of water. She'd been thirsty for hours, but didn't want to disturb anybody by leaving her room.
Her new room in Avengers Compound was pretty generous. It had its own bathroom, a small walk-in closet and a queen sized bed. It reminded Violet of a very nice hotel room. It didn't have a balcony, but there was a very nice view of the forest around the compound from the windows. The walls were painted white, even though Tony and Nat had told Violet she could have any colour she wanted, and overall were very plain. There were no band posters or polaroids like you would expect in a teenage girl's bedroom.
In fact, the only photo in the whole room was one in a small frame on Violet's bedside table; an old photo of Natasha, Violet and another girl from the red room, Yelena. Violet had no idea how Natasha managed to get the camera to take it, but Violet had always kept it close to her all these years.
Violet was clad in an oversized grey t-shirt, a pair of blue sleep shorts and some fluffy socks. Her dark brown waves were left loose over her shoulders, cascading down her back to end just past her shoulder blades.
The dim hallway lights illuminated Violet's path to the kitchen, which was conveniently on the same floor as her room. The hall led to an open-plan living area, similar to the one back at Avenger's Tower, with a huge couch that could easily seat twenty, a large, white marble kitchen and a grand dining area (which no one ever planned on using because who uses a dining room?).
Violet's sock covered feet softly pressed against the tiles, not daring to make a sound. Violet was very good at being stealthy. She made her way to the kitchen, the lamp in the corner being the only light in the room. She turned on the kitchen light and reached up to one of the cabinets to grab a glass, and turned around to fill it up at the fridge, but was startled by a figure leaning against the island counter. Her guard shot up immediately, and she froze, but relaxed when she realised who it was.
Silver hair. Brown roots. Stubbled, sharp jawline. Stormy blue eyes. Plaid pyjama pants. No shirt.
Tan skin.
Oh my God, his abs.
Yes, Violet was a trained killer who was forced to grow up way too fast, and despite her hatred for the boy in front of her, she was still a teenage girl!
