Stones and Glass Houses (Book 1)

🕷(19) Harry Osborn

Brooklyn POV-

That morning was disorienting to say the least.

When Brooklyn finally deigned to wake up from a restless sleep, it wasn't to the sound of her cheap alarm, but rather to FRIDAY's voice slowly coaxing her into consciousness. 

The sounds of artificial birds, and an upbeat song softly hummed around the room. 

With eyes closed, the assassin realized bed sheets felt off, almost softer than usual. It was with a heavy groan that Brook realized why that was. 

She was in Queens.

Maria Hill had thankfully picked out a plain white bed sheet set, which felt was like sinking into a fluffy cloud of bliss. It had been one of the many pleasant surprises she'd found inside this house, one that morning Brook deeply appreciated as she rose from her bed.

The wooden floors had been warmed by some technology in the loft she'd yet to figure out, much like the other attributes of this place. The rest of her bedroom, which she'd inspected along with her apartment last night, was relatively 'modern' to put it lightly. 

Brook had quickly realized most of the features of her home could be controlled with FRIDAY's help, but she'd still taken the time between homework assignments and reading her SHIELD files to figure out how to work everything, form the microwave to the complicated settings of her bathtub.

This apartment was also slightly bigger than her previous one, with a guest bedroom almost equal to her room. The only difference was that Brooklyn had spent some time organizing her belongings into her room before bed. 

Now it looked more personalized, a little bit more familiar. Even if the additions had only been a few items she'd kept as her prized treasures for years.

True to his word, Agent Coulson had brought back everything but her weapons. A true shame, but with time, hopefully SHIELD would see it fit to give Brook some replacements. At least the agent hadn't taken away the emergency bag with cash and a bunch of fake IDs and passports with different identities.

Brook hoped he hadn't even opened the gym bag to begin with. 

The loss of her weapons would be missed, but for now, Brooklyn still had the watch Stark had given her. Though she wasn't trilled over the thought of this being something made and given to her by him, it'd helped her settle down into sleep knowing she at least had a weapon to defend herself with.

The bulletproof windows helped too.

After eating with May and Peter Parker last night, the teen been so satisfied and full, an unusual feeling. Now in the morning, as the girl shuffled out of the room, she quickly noted the smell of casserole coming from outside her room door.

At least Brooklyn had something to look forward to today. May's cooking.

After a quick shower, in which she finally managed to work out all the controls for hot and cold water, the girl had a choice to make as she stood before her much too large closet filled to the brim with the clothes purchased from the mall. 

It was a sad truth really. 

People knew who Brook was now, in and out of school grounds, she'd learned that yesterday and would likely never forget it from now on. 

Would dressing subtly to try and avoid attention really work? Likely not.

So Brook went with her usual outfits that had once been reserved for weekends. Keeping the unusually sunny weather in mind, she had opted for a beige skirt, some darker leggings, along with one of the black shirts Pepper had picked out at the mall.