"I couldn't give you up."
"...I know."
As the daughter of Black Widow, Nyla-Rose is used to the craziness that has become her life. When sudden truths are revealed and she's finally ready to take a break from everything, an intergalactic sociopath s...
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"Hey," Nyla looked over her shoulder as Carol walked into the kitchen, "nice stack."
She nodded towards the plate of teetering pancakes on the counter beside her and Nyla shrugged, lifting the corner of a flapjack with a spatula before flipping it effortlessly.
"I stress cook. The guys stress eat. It's a win-win."
"Especially at five in the morning. Couldn't sleep?"
"Don't know if you noticed, but no one gets much sleep around here."
Carol sat at the island as the sizzling sound of batter pouring onto a hot griddle popped in her ears, the warm scent wafting through the air. She knew what Nyla was going to ask and Nyla knew that she knew what question was on the tip of her tongue.
"Nothing yet. I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize," Nyla said as she poked at the bubbling batter, her heart deflating even though it was exactly as she expected, "I should know better than to get my hopes up every time."
"I smell food." Pietro rounded the corner, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He came to a full stop at Carol lounging over the island, watching Nyla work over the stove.
"Okaaay.." he muttered under his breath and went to dig out a plate and fork from the cabinets.
"Piet, you mind setting up the table? Just in case anyone else is in the mood for breakfast today."
Pietro nodded absently and in a bright flash, plates and forks were neatly lined up on the long dinner table with a pitcher of syrup and two little saucers of butter.
"Impressive," Carol said.
He bowed in thanks and trotted back over to Nyla, taking three pancakes from the stack before sitting down at the table.
"Carol, you hungry?" Nyla turned and waved her spatula around. Carol shook her head and stood up.
"I'm good. I should be getting down to the lab, see if Dr. Banner has anything new today."
"Oh!"
She quickly grabbed two plates and forked some pancakes on it, handing it to the woman.
"He and Thor have been down there for awhile. Make sure they get somethin' in their stomachs, yeah?" Carol nodded and walked out just as Rocket entered the kitchen with Rhodes.
He rubbed his hands together excitedly, the both of them sitting down as Nyla set two large stacks of pancakes on the table.
"I love this girl."
Rhodes chuckled at Rocket's remark.
"You never go hungry with her."
"Too bad she's taken," Pietro muttered around his water glass.
