2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"Wouldn't it be nice if we could wake up In the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together Hold each other close the whole night through?"
The Beach Boys Wouldn't It Be Nice
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C H A R L I E woke up for the first time in weeks naturally, instead of from a constant annoying ring of alarms. The sun was already shining through the curtains and her bedroom was warm. The covers were a mess, wrapped around one leg and exposing the rest of her body.
When her eyes fell upon the ceiling she let out a sigh. She felt more rested than she had in weeks, though still longed to spend the rest of her day in bed. But gone were those days; she had given them up the day that Oliver came back from the dust.
She looked at the time on her phone and saw it was nearly noon. Her eyes widened slightly and how late she had slept, but did not regret it in the slightest. She was more than happy that she got almost twelve hours of sleep.
When her well rested body climbed out of the mess her bed was, she grabbed her usual black bra and slide it on, under her tank top. Then she added one of her mother's old sweatshirts, one that had paint all over the sleeves and front.
As she approached her closed bedroom door she smelt it. The familiar aroma of pancakes had wafted throughout the house and her bedroom was no exception.
With an empty and growling stomach, she escaped from her bedroom and led herself down the hall and into the kitchen.
"And then I danced with her. I can't wait to tell Aiden. He's going to loose his mind." Oliver's happy and loud voice filled the kitchen. He was sitting at the table, with a stack of uneven pancakes on his plate that were drowning in syrup.
Charlie walked into the room, blinking rapidly at the bright light above the table. Her presence was immediately noticed by both her brother and Bucky Barnes; who was standing by the stove.
"You're making pancakes?" She asked, sleep still heavy in her voice.
"Oliver was hungry."
"How sweet."
"They are super good, Charlie." Oliver said through a mouthful.
"I was going to make some for you and save them; for whenever you decided to wake up." Bucky said.
"That's sweet of you, you didn't have to." Charlie insisted; though she definitely did want to eat them.
