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...
A knock on the door jolts Merikhi out of her sleep as she sits up frantically looking around sleep still hazing her mind.
"Good morning." A voice comes from her door frame causing her head to pound.
"Gah, shut up." She groans putting her head into her hands.
"Well excuse me, Wanda made breakfast." She squints her eyes and looks up to see the outline of a man leaning against her open door frame. Steve. The man was Steve, she corrected herself remembering his name.
"What'd she make?"
"Why does that determine if you get out of bed or not?"
"Yes, yes it does." Steve chuckles walking further into her dark room as he makes his way to her closed windows.
"Well either way you gotta get up, we got training. Jarvis open the blinds."
"No." She groans flopping back onto her bed as she covers her face with her hands.
"Come on. Get up."
"I'm chill here thank you." She rolls over onto her stomach to cover her head with a pillow.
"Wanda french toast."
She stays quiet for a moment.
"Fine." She rolls out of her bed, she realizes she miscalculated how far away the ground as she hits the wooden floor hard, "Ow." She grits as she lays face down entangled in her blanket.
"That hurt didn't it?"
"Shut up." She mumbled standing up slowly, feeling dizzy once she does.
"You look... like shit."
"Thanks." She grumbles as she walks towards her bathroom groaning again when she makes the stupid mistake of turning the big light on. She quickly scrambles to turn it off and turn on the smaller ones that were placed in the back of her bathroom and not directly in her eyes.
