𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

2.1

feb 10 2007

Nakia was fiddling with her thumbs. She was driving back to Thomas's house after another excruciating day of questioning. She didn't know how many times one man needed to hear the words "no" to get it through his thick skull. For someone who was a military background, he didn't seem to be very bright. She sighed as she laid her head on the glass. Fury had finally convinced Ross that at the moment Nakia wasn't a threat. He had finally let her leave for the day with the promise that she'd come back to properly train her power almost every day. He also implanted a tracker on her wrist, to track her movements. Nakia honestly didn't care - just as long as she didn't have to sleep in that cold facility.

The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky. The sky was ablaze with the fire of the setting sun. The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. It was breathtaking. She heard the radio slowly turn down. Nakia watched as Thomas looked over at her.

"So," he asked. "What did you think of General Ross?" Nakia shrugged. He shrugged as well, humming. They sat in silence for a while before she spoke up again.

"Non sono una vedova," she muttured. "I'm not a Widow - whater Ross called Natasha."

Thomas was shocked. This was the first time Nakia had directly spoken to him, all by herself. He wasn't expecting that at all.

"Not a widow," Thomas repeated. "Well,Perché non glielo dici?" Nakia looked at him in shock. He smirked. "I dabble in Italian." She smiled to herself before frowning again.

"If you were him," she stated, plainly. "Would you believe me?" When Thomas didn't respond, she nodded her head.

They stumbled back into silence before Thomas started another conversation.

"So where did you come from," he asked. Nakia looked skeptically at the man before she spoke.

"There was this program I was a part of. The Umbrella Academy. That's where I came from." Thomas raised an eyebrow. "A cult?" Nakia scoffed.

"No not a - well maybe it could have been a cult." She crossed her arms. "Who cares, it's ancient history."

Overton could tell she didn't want to talk anymore so he flipped the radio back on. Nakia's ears perked up as she heard a song she recognized but it was immediately switched to the loud yelling music he called rap.

"Why do you always do that," she blurted. Thomas looked confused. "Change the radio. Every time a good song comes on, you just change it."

Thomas chuckled. "It's just not my cup of tea." He turned the music on the radio up. "This is more of my flow."

Nakia stared in disgust. "Who even is this?" Thomas whipped his head to face her. "Who is this? Who are you?!"

Nakia looked around confused. Thomas rolled his eyes. "This is Tupac. He is the man." Nakia sat back in her seat.

Thomas began rapping to the song on the radio, drumming on the steering wheel. The longer she listened to the song, the more interested she was. It was simply intriguing. The flow, the lyrics, the beat, it was so cool.

When the song finished, Thomas looked over to see Nakia looking out the window. Sighing, he began to change the radio. "Wait," she said. "Does he have any more songs?" Thomas chuckled, before taking out his album.

Soon, they pulled up to Thomas's neighborhood. They had been listening to one of his albums. Nakia had gotten fully into it, bobbing her head and moving in her seat. Thomas had completely gotten her obsessed with his.

"Alright, say it with me," Thomas said, as he parked the car. "Tupac is the shit!" Nakia nodded her head eagerly as she and Thomas stepped out of the car and into the house.

She redid her evening routine, settling in a long dark green shirt with a white tiger on it and white shorts under it. When she went back to the room Thomas walked in the doorway.

She jumped into bed, snuggling in the sheets. "Got everything you need?" he asked. Nakia nodded.

Thomas nodded, going to shut the door. "Wait," Nakia said softly. Thomas looked at her.

"Do you think I'll ever get a normal life, Thomas?"

Thomas sighed, looking away. Nakia nodded, seeming to get the answer

"Good night Thomas,"

"Good night Nakia,"