Edge of Seventeen | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

Chapter 2 | Rhiannon

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-Sif

This chapter is named after Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac

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Through a parking garage up to the 6th floor via private elevator, there is a two bedroom, two and a half bath, one thousand five hundred eighty square foot condo. An open floor plan, dark hardwood floors, white walls, and large windows make the space look bigger than it is.

The elevator opens to a large black door; stepping inside, you are met with the foyer, a half bath, and a coat closet off to the left in a little cove. The kitchen is to the left, with a white honeycomb pattern backsplash, the black mortar making each comb pop. White marble countertops with black and light grey swirled in, creating a smoky look, and dark lower cabinets and matching upper cabinets with glass doors. Faux ivory lay across the tops of the cabinets adding the perfect touch of color. An old white ceramic milk pitcher sat on the counter in the corner with fresh, vibrant flowers; next to that was a coffee marker with all the fixings for the perfect cup of coffee. There was a four-burner sleek black oven, a dishwasher, a large farmhouse-style sink, a massive black four-door Samsung refrigerator, two French doors with a screen on the right door, and on the left door was a painting of what looked like a dinosaur along with a spelling test with a bright red A+, below a pull-out drawer for drinks and whatnot, and below that a freezer. A large island sat in the kitchen, a smokey countertop, black cabinets for extra storage, and three backless bar stools sat on one side and another on the other end.

Further in was the dining area, a six-foot black-legged table with a white tabletop and a wooden cake stand in the middle with flowers, a candle, and wooden beads laying decorative around. Tall black chairs with white padding in the seat and on the back sat around the table. On the walls were black-framed paintings of different herbs such as thyme, cilantro, chives, sage, oregano, and rosemary.

The living room was on the other side. Along the left wall was a massive dark U-shaped sectional, decorative pillows and throw blankets lying on it, a large glass-top coffee table in the middle, and two small tables with lamps on either side. Across from the sectional mounted on the wall was a massive flatscreen tv mounted above a long faux fireplace, three built-in shelves on each side with pictures, and another knickknack. A large thick white plush carpet covered the chairs to the large window letting in natural light.

Down a short hallway off to the left was a bedroom; one wall was a deep blue, the other three white. On the blue wall was a twin-sized bed in the white wooden framed bed with a headboard and footboard; the sheets were white with superheroes on them, and the duvet had a comic book-like print of superheroes. Above the four across and three below that in thick white frames were comic book covers featuring different superheroes. One wielded a red, white, and blue shield, a man in a red and gold suit, and another a large, mean-looking, green man. A small white bedside table sat next to the bed with a lamp on it, the shade faded comics. Across from the bed was a dresser, matching the bed frame and bedside table. On the dresser was a large wooden T, colored red with white webbing spread across it. Next to it were several pictures in dark frames, a photo of a little boy with brown hair and big green eyes; he was holding a newborn wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket and smiling at the camera, proudly holding up a wristband that said, big brother. Next to that was another, a man with the boy, they were identical in all but the eyes. They were standing in what looked like a shop of some kind; both had grease smeared across their cheeks as they stood side by side, not seeing whoever took the picture. Next was a picture of the man, a beautiful woman with long auburn hair, a little girl not more than two with dark brown hair and brown eyes—the little boy standing in front of the two adults beaming at the camera. The last picture was the little boy and a dark head woman with the same green eyes as his; he sat on her lap, leaning back as her chin sat on his shoulder. In the corner of the room were two thin dark shelves, three feet on one wall and three on the other, meeting in the middle; several books sat on the shelves, and a red bean bag chair sat underneath, making the perfect reading nook. Underneath the big windows was a long toy box filled to the brim with toys; superhero action figures could be seen in the mess of toys. A small walk-in closet was on the far wall back towards the bedroom door.