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"I'm going to die"
ANNE WAS WALKING INTO HER HOUSE with all of her papers kept safe in her bulging satchel and her phone and keys in her hands. After hearing about the tesseract, she was doing all the research she could in her tiny phone. So far, she found out that it indeed belonged to the god named Odin and in it was one of the stones called the power stone.
It was brilliant really. Benjamin was right. They could use this for their advantage and it would work. Anne tried to search who was keeping this tesseract but the internet didn't say anything. She knew SHEILD was a top secret organization, but the question is how did Benjamin know?
Throwing down her satchel onto her island, she walked over to her grey, stainless refrigerator. She opened it up to find a total of three things: milk, week old pizza, and mayonnaise. The fridge was barren. Nothing at all. Anne then walked over to one of her nearby cabinets to find two things: Fruity Pebbles cereal and bread. This was great. She grabbed the cereal then headed over to the fridge to grab the milk.
After pouring herself a bowl of cereal she walked around her counters to get into her tiny living room in her apartment. She placed down the bowl and walked over to her radio to turned it on. The song Everybody Wants to Rule the World came on. Sighing contentedly, she sat on her navy blue sofa with a bowl and spoon in hand. The room was dark, with o my the light from above the sink and the lights in the radio dinky lighting the room.
"This is a nice place you got here."
The voice sparked something in Anne. She dropped her bowl and quickly retracted the gun taped underneath the table, pointing it to the back of her. In the corner was a little matching navy blue chair and on it was a woman. She stood up tall. A black, leather jacket rested on her shoulders, a black matching shirt hugged her waist and chests tightly, and her dark blue skinny jeans contrasted these black shades. The woman tugged on the string belonging to the lamp sitting on the tiny end table with little coffee mugs sitting on it.
Anne got a better look at the woman, but still didn't falter in her stance. She had bright red hair. The type that matched the blood. She had strikingly green eyes- that often faded into a hazel- that stared at Anne and her gun. She didn't look nervous and definitely wasn't shaking. It was like this was a normal everyday occurrence to her. The woman stood up on her two feet and crossed her arms , nodding to the barrel of the gun.
"You are a quick thinker. SHIELD picked a good person." The woman smiled softly at her. She walked ever so slowly to the radio while the barrel of the gun never left her figure. She turned the knobs downward causing the music to dial down. "Hello, Doctor Robinson. My name is Agent Natasha Romanoff. Nick Fury sent me." She smiled brightly.
