𝐏𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: (𝐧.) 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.
Merikhi Voronina, also known as The Phantom, is a known assassin across the globe. While on the run from Hydra...
It had been about a week since she went out to buy 'groceries' but now had nothing left but the deli bag that she was seriously resorting to eating.
Instead, she slid one her converse a pair of sweats and a hoodie as well as a beanie, that she took out of the goodwill bin, considering it was December in New York.
She slid down the railing on the fire escape and made her way out of the alleyway with her hood covering her head and her mask covering her nose and mouth.
She walked down the streets until she managed to find an outdoor market.
She grabbed a shoulder bag they offered to help with shopping and set off down the aisles.
Thankfully there were enough people there that no one would be able to see her through the crowd of people.
She looks around the aisles and grabs two bags of bread two apples two bananas two more bottles of water and some homemade strawberry preserves as well as a pack of cigarettes from the woman's purse that stood next to her, thankfully it was new, and her lighter.
She surveyed her surroundings before slipping out of the crowd walking down the street and out of the venders.
She thought she made it away until,
"Hey! Stop! You didn't pay for that!" She turned around to find a middle-aged lady and man running at her.
"Great. Why do i always have to run?" She complains rolling her eyes before she sprints down the street.
She swerves in between the people scattered on the street.
She hops over a hotdog venders' cart with a few curses and condiments thrown at her.
"Excuse me!" She shouts at the people in her way.
One lady turns and stares directly at her as she politely shouts at her to move.
"Alright fucker." She turns to the right to go around her but not before she kicks the back of her knees.
"Ow! Thats harassment!" The lady whines from her spot of her hands and knees on the floor.
