Azara's pov
Waking up was a literal nightmare. Not just because I was kinda late to my breakfast slot and there were no hash browns left but because all I saw over and over and over was the crash.
Spinning through the air.
Heat seeping into my bones.
Flames encasing the car like a chrysalis, cocooning the now hollow shell.
But my nightmares always take a turn. Any nightmares I have do.
I never dissolved into the shadows, I never accidentally eavesdropped on Mr Stark and the God of Lightning. I never got tracked by SHIELD and taken to a flying airport run by a wannabe pirate.
Instead, I'm all alone. I can never find my dad: the fire's to much. The police take me home and return the next day to ask me some questions. I know nothing. We were singing. Maybe a tire blew out. Maybe... well, that's not my job to know the why.
But I'm alone. I have no one. I spend the next 12 weeks huddled on the sofa; eating the contents of the cupboard until they're bare. It took a while: I don't eat when I don't have to because it's a waste of money.
But then one day, I'm not alone. My dad comes home. He's skeletal - thin and hollow, pale and pained. All he does is point a finger to me and to a coffin. His coffin: the only reason I've left the house. His funeral. I didn't say a word, I didn't go the wake, I had no emotion. I was as hollow as him. He doesn't need to say anything: I've thought it all myself.
It's my fault. It's my fault we were even going to that stupid cabin. It's my fault I turned the radio on and he was distracted from the road. It's my fault I didn't pull him from the car.
It's my fault he's dead.
It's my fault I'm alive.
I wake with a start: my father's pale, accusing face still swimming in my eyes. He haunted me. He was my ghost.
After a quick shower and breakfast (as I said, there were no hash browns which put me in a even worse mood) an agent tells me to report to the bridge.
There're no maps in this place so I probably went the long way - down to my room and trying to follow the path Agent Romanoff practically sprinted along yesterday.
As I enter the bridge, Fury gestures for me to sit at the table. I keep my head down: it's the bridge after all, it's none of my business to let my eyes wander. As I sit down, Tony walks in and greets me with a wide smile.
"You alright kid? Looking a bit peaky?" He ask in a caring tone.
"Uh, yeah, I never sleep great," I reply, which isn't a total lie but definitely wasn't the full truth.
I wait a few minutes for the director to come over. In that time I manage to fully zone out, staring at the edge of the table in front of me; my hands draws into balls in my sleeves.
My father was there. His accusing eyes; his hollow face.
"Earth to Alarie! Earth to Alarie!" Tony waves his hands at me, trying to get my attention.
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The Shadow // Natasha Romanoff x OC
FanfictionNatasha Romanoff x Fem!OC "I care too much to let myself love; to let myself end up hurting them" Azara's tragically timed and unplanned visit to Stark Tower leads to SHIELD - and some more sinister forces - taking notice in her. As she navigates he...