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 was 2 days later and Merikhi had only come out of her room once and it was to grab food, she brushed her long hair as she slowly blinked. She just finished her 45 minute shower that she took after she pulled herself off of her doorframe. She caught a glimpse of her hands in the mirror and her breath caught. She averted her eyes as fast as she could. If I can't see it it won't matter was her logic.
She dropped her brush onto the counter with a clank and gripped the black marble taking a deep breath. She looked down at the floor realizing she forgot to put socks on when she changed into grey sweats and a white long sleeve that she tucked into a sports bra. She padded over to the bathroom door unlocking it as she picked at her sleeves zoning in on the floor below her. She turned and opened the drawer grabbing a pair of plain white socks. She slipped them onto her feet and turned around to turn off the bathroom lights.
When she turned she jumped hard and yelped.
"Jesus!"
Natasha sat criss crossed on her bed.
"What are you doing in here!?" She gasped for air still frightened at the assassins presence, "I locked the door!" She waved her hand toward the still locked door, her hand. Her bare, hand. Her eyes widened slightly and she shoved them into her pocket.
"You know it's not nice to show up in people's rooms uninvited and scare the living shit out of them." Merikhi pivoted and walked towards the bathroom turning off the light and fan, she started to keep walking into the bathroom about to shut and lock the door to wait out Natasha's presence in there. But her gloves were on her bedside table. Shit.
"Merikhi. Sit." Was all she said and it sent chills down her spine. The tone behind the two words she spoke held a thousand meanings, a thousand feelings. "Now." She sounded like a angry mother who was about to scold her child.
Merikhi's heart leapt into her throat and she let out a shaky breath as she walked out of the bathroom closing the door behind her. Her hand lingered on the door for a few seconds before she turned around keeping her hands shoved so deep into her pockets they may rip the seams.
Nat stayed staring straight ahead and patted the spot next to her.
Merikhi slowly crept towards her and eventually sat down on the bed. she turned with her back against the head board and her knees pulled to her chest while she played with her sleeves in her lap that was hidden from Natasha.
