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A/N: This is an idea of her room decor not the actual build of her room, but if you don't like it you can imagine it however

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A/N: This is an idea of her room decor not the actual build of her room, but if you don't like it you can imagine it however. 

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"Shut the fuck up, I don't want your conversation."

-Frank Ocean

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Nick took her back to the elevator, going up to the Avengers quarters. 

The door dings open after a long while of uncomfortable silence. 

They walk out into the living room as Ria's jaw almost dropped. 

The space was huge. 

To her right was a gigantic couch with a TV mounted on the wall above the fireplace, the wall to her right was completely made out of glass. 

To her left a slightly lifted platform with a dining table, the wall to her right was also completely made out of glass. 

The ceilings were tall enough to fit 4 of Ria's old cells. 

There were light fixtures and plants as well as other decor like paintings statues and little trinkets sprinkled around the room. 

In front of her to the left was a huge cut out window that showed off the kitchen, and island was. mounted on the wall with barstools lining it. 

Everything was beautiful. 

She'd never seen anything like this before. 

"Alright stop gawking at the damn interior, follow me."

"I wasn't gawking."

"Your eyes were wide." He walks towards the kitchen area but instead of turning left to turn into the kitchen that was open, an archway connecting it to the living room. 

"Oh," She waves her hand following him out of the archway that connected the living room and a long hallway that had a huge window at the end overlooking the New York skyline, "I am so sorry I wasn't aware of the fact that opening my eyes a decimal wider would result in a slap on the wrist," She rolls her eyes, "I'll try better next time, my liege." They walked past doors with pictures and stickers attached to them. 

"Call me my liege again and I will through you through one of these millions of windows." He stops at the second to last room on the left. 

"I would like to see you try." She scoffs. 

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