Y/n Romanoff, the sister to the infamous assassin Natalia Romanoff, and the person who she holds dearest. Y/n was never meant to be born, she was a mishap that her mother had, but had none the less had the same treatment of her sister. She was never...
(Y/n) had ended up staying in the room for the rest of the day, having unpacked and cleaned the room up a bit, fit for more space and if she wanted, to decorate the dull room later. The desk surface was now occupied with several neat stacks of paper, a single notebook placed in the center of it, and a pen, meanwhile the drawer was now almost filled with clothes, a handgun hiding in the top drawer, hidden underneath the clothes.
A single violin had also rested in the room, in the closest corner to the bed, which rested in the left side of the room, a twin sized bed per request. The violin shined in in the dusk lights, adding a silvery shine to the edges and emphasizing the bronze wooden colours and the thin metal strings.
(Y/n) found herself staring at the instrument like it was drawing her in, calling her name and letting it echo off the beige walls of the room.
Sitting herself up, she tried to ignore the calls, as if her anxiety would reach the others and put them in a trance, just like the one time she played before. The violin was mainly there to keep as a kind of weapon as if someone tried to break into the building; which probably wouldn't happen, but then again, she had heard the stories that came from New York about the Avengers, the dangers that they had put others in and the dangers that came upon themselves too, she hoped she wouldn't regret the choice to move here, having doubt that this was really the right decision for her to make.
A knock interrupted her thoughts, making her head snap into reality and look towards the door. It wasn't locked, nor did she think that anyone other than her sister would actually come to greet her at the moment.
"It's unlocked," she spoke, sighing as she sat up straighter, a better posture to be in when around people.
The door opened, revealing her sister yet again, as expected, waltzing in with some art supplies in her hands, along with a couple of sketch books, held tightly in her arms to make sure that they wouldn't fall. Nat walked over to the desk, laying the materials on it messily and sighing.
"I know you like to draw and all this, so I bought you a couple of things, knowing that you probably haven't had the time."
Once again, the redhead had read her sister's mind and mood and had taken actions on it. (Y/n) looked to the mountain of art supplies that scattered the once clean desk, thanking her sister before getting up and walking to the desk, taking a seat and sorting the desk into a more neat arrangement.
"I'll leave you, for now, just know that dinner's on soon and we usually all eat together, see you then~" All the woman let out was a hum, already nose deep into sketching, and also not having really heard the older sibling. Nat left for the second time of the day, and then, (Y/n) drifted into her own world.
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It had already been a few hours since then, the gang was all at a large dining table, an extra chair was placed beside Nat to make room for her sister, but the seat was empty, and a frown was placed on the older sister's face, rolling her eyes she excused herself from the group of messy eaters and more than loud group, finding herself listening to an almost daunting musical toon, one that reverberated through the empty and dark hallway, an eerie feeling overcame herself as she opened the door and found her sister playing the toon, focused on the outside world beyond the window as a soft moonlight played against her features, as if to add to the solemn mood that the song had switched to.
The music had started to put her into a trance before it abruptly stopped, the bow being lifted off the violin strings and the turn of the (h/c)ette's head. Her hand loosened and fell beside her, a sigh escaping the female's voice as she returned the violin and bow to its stand.
"Sorry...I knew I shouldn't have-"
"It's alright, (Y/n). We just have to work on control...you hear a voice right?"
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The rest of the night, the Avengers didn't see the two sisters, it didn't go unnoticed by some, but ignored and let them be alone, after all, the newby seemed to be a touch shy. What didn't get ignored was the soft melody that was happening right before Nat had left the table, a song that gave off a more unwelcoming feeling before it stopped abruptly and they were left back with the cheery nature that the table once was before.
They all wondered what had happened during that small time as during the playing of the song, it was like they were in a trance, dozing off to the music before they snapped back into reality, and forgetting what had happened during that small time where they blanked out.
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In the morning, the group woke up to the smell of Shchi, a Russian food that the younger sister of Nat made often when Nat had come to visit for some amount of time, an all-time favourite for the redhead, as it was healthy and also just tasted amazing.
Nat had literally run from her room, skidding across the kitchen before sitting down on one of the stools at the island, taking a waft of the soup before a bowl was placed in front of her, along with a spoon. Nat starting eating as people started to pile in, getting their drinks...and pop tarts, before sitting down and looking over to the younger Romanov and seeing what she was doing...and it smelled good.
Thor was probably the only one who had ignored the smell and continued to eat the pop tarts and ignore the enticing smell of the soup. Clint ended up taking a bowl and started to eat it too, followed by Bruce. The others of the team were a little...apprehensive but tried it anyway, enjoying it.
It was...a peaceful morning.
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I have another story out called Tenko, go ahead and see it now, the Prologue was posted today.
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---- Another Update: So, I made a new of mine...if anyone wants to name him, go ahead, I have no ideas for him. He's going to have grey , black, and white fur, and his clothes are going to be camo.
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This is the drawing of him so far...anyway, feel free to comment a name for the new cat.
