Say my Name-rewrite

"Cute."

Maya's POV:

The knocking dragged me out of sleep like a jackhammer to my skull.

I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, willing it to stop.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I squinted one eye open, peeking at my phone on the nightstand.

7:00 AM.

Who the hell was knocking on my door at this hour?

I ignored it.

Or at least, I tried to.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

It was sharper this time, more insistent.

I sighed, rolling onto my back, staring at the ceiling, hoping whoever it was would get the hint and leave.

No such luck.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

I threw the blankets off, groaning as I stumbled out of bed, my body still heavy with exhaustion.

Whoever this was, they were about to regret it.

I padded toward the door, barely awake, barely functioning, and fumbled for the handle, twisting it and yanking it open without thinking.

There stood Nat and Steve.

I blinked.

Then blinked again.

Still there.

Still very much awake, very much alert, and very much not leaving.

Nat stood there with her arms crossed, a smug little smirk on her lips, looking entirely too pleased with herself. Steve, standing next to her, had his hands on his hips, the picture of patience and quiet exasperation.

I scowled.

"Are you lost?" My voice was rough, scratchy from sleep.

Nat smirked. "Nope. We're getting breakfast. You're coming."

I stared.

Then looked at Steve, hoping for some kind of sanity check.

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "We have breakfast together every morning before training. It's routine."

Routine.

Of course it was.

Steve looked like the kind of guy who still ironed his shirts and made his bed with military precision.

I dragged a hand over my face. "You guys wake up at seven every morning to eat together before kicking the crap out of each other?"

Steve nodded, completely serious. "It builds discipline."

Nat rolled her eyes. "It's also the only way we make sure Tony doesn't start his day with three cups of espresso and half a bottle of scotch."

That...actually tracked.

I exhaled slowly, shaking my head. "I think you can survive one morning without me."

Nat leaned against the doorframe. "Yeah, see, we thought about that. And then we decided dragging your ass out of bed would be more fun."

I frowned, brain still foggy, trying to process why they thought this was something I wanted to be a part of.

Then Nat's eyes flickered down, assessing me, and it was only then that I realized what I was wearing.

Or rather—what I wasn't wearing.

My sleep shorts were barely covering anything, and my old AC/DC shirt had slipped off one shoulder, revealing way too much skin.