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SUNLIGHT STREAMED STEADILY INTO THE BEDROOM. Kazimiera slowly opened her eyes, letting them adjust to the newfound light in the room. Her arms spread over the bed sheets, appreciating the overly soft fabric. Quiet chatter and low thuds echoed from a bit outside the room, causing the asgardian to stare at her door curiously. Should she go out? Get to know the people she was currently residing with — inside the overly heightened tower?
The blonde sat up, fingers shakily running through the greasy strands of hair splattered stickily to her neck from the sweat through the night. Shoving away the bed sheets, she stood and walked for the connected bathroom. Peering into the reflective mirror, she self-consciously smoothed her dress, thinning her lips into a tight line. Her gaze fell from herself to the shower behind her. Turning, she decided she might as well give it a try. It was simply mundane technology, it couldn't be the hardest.
Gripping onto the door handle, she pulled it open — but due to her unmeasured asgardian strength, the glass door banged open and a small crack stretched the length. She winced lightly, reminding herself quietly to be more delicate. Her eyes faltered between the head of the shower and the knob sitting below. Tilting her head, her hand shakily reached over and attempted pulling, pushing and finally turning the knob — causing warm water to coming rushing from the shower head. An excited squeal that could've counted as a laugh, erupted from the young girl. Her hands clasping together in awe as she watched steam begin to falter through the stream of water.
Sighing contentedly, she proceeded to discard her dress and stepped into the open shower. Grabbing onto the glass door once more, she ever so slowly, shut the door. As it shut, she put her whole body directly within the shot of the water. Enjoying the warmth could only last so long before she had to fully clean herself.
"Now, what do midgardians have for cleansing?" She whispered to no one in particular, opening her eyes to stare at the shelves beside her. Picking up the first one she saw, she read it aloud. "Two in one, for hair! Perfect."
An overly obnoxious squirting sound echoed throughout the bathroom as she popped open the cap and squeezed some into the palm of her hand. Bringing it fast to her hair — she was ready to be rid of the grease, dirt and all other things. The shampoo and conditioner combination ran easily through her hair, making it simple for her to wash and then rinse it out. Taking a few more minutes within the calmness of the shower, Kazimiera finally decided to get out. Her fingers were beginning to prune and she hated that. Reaching for the knob, she hastily turned it in the opposite direction and once again — slowly — opened the shower door.
Stepping out, the asgardian was hit by a wave of cool air against her bare skin. It sent a shiver down her spine, reminding her there was nothing else besides her dirtied dress laid abandoned on the bathroom floor. Wrinkling her nose at the even thought of putting it back on, she stepped over the cloth and walked for her bedroom. It was at this moment that she truly missed having servants, they were all so sweet and always had the best dressings for her.
Her feet padded softly against the ground as she approached the bedroom door. The handle felt cold in her hand as she pushed it down and opened her door. At this point, a long trail of water was following her as she made her way into the kitchen where voices were coming from. Just as she made it to the kitchen, conversations died down as the gathered avengers took notice of Kazimiera — and her rather lack of clothing.
Both Bruce and Pietros faces turned beet red, immediately looking to the table. Thor was quick to jump to his feet, pulling the shirt he'd been wearing, over his head and onto his sisters petite body. An awkward chuckle tumbled from his mouth as he turned back to the team. Now shirtless. "Kazimiera, why are you wet and without clothes?"
"I took a standing bath, and there were no clean clothes." She spoke simply, a soft glow surrounding her confident figure. "Can I have clothes that aren't for men?"
Tony shrugged, his mug lowering to the table and turned towards the only females in the room. "Wanda? Nat? Why don't you guys lend her some things?"
Wanda eagerly nodded, standing up and walking over to the blondes side; meanwhile Natasha picked up her coffee and joined the other two. As the trio left the room, Natasha stopped just a door from Wanda's room.
"She needs undergarments. And, she can't exactly borrow ours. I'll head to a few stores and get her as much as I can. You," she pointed at Wanda. "Lend her clothes for now."
The redhead walked away before either Kazimiera or Wanda could respond. Wanda simply shrugged, linking her arm with the asgardians and bringing her into her bedroom. Leading her over to the dresser, her eyes scanned the blondes petite figure. "I think my clothes should fit you."
The blonde nodded appreciatively, grabbing onto the clothes and placing them on Wanda's bed. Without second though, Kazimiera took the only piece of clothing covering her off. Causing the mutant behind her to turn on her heel to stare at the wall awkwardly as the asgardian changed into her clothes. "I'm done! You can stop staring at that blandly coloured wall!"
Wanda turned back to her, giving her a small smile as she realized the clothes fit perfectly. "Now that that's out of the way, let's find you some more things!"
