| white wolf | N.R

╠ part 31 ╣ talking

morgan's pov

i watch as y/n quickly walks out of the meeting room and instinctively i follow after her,
"are you okay?" i ask, trying to catch up to her.

there's a slight pause before i receive an answer, "i'm fine"

"you dont seem fine. are you sure?" i smile at her and reach out for her hand to hold,

"its just the your father and some of his friends aren't being thorough with the plan" she sighs, taking my hand in hers and squeezing it gently.

"yeah, he can be a dick sometimes" i giggle.

y/n eyes widen at my statement, "no morgan. we don't use that sort of language"

i scrunch my eyebrow "why? you do"

"i know, i'm not the best example" she chuckles "look i honestly couldn't care less if you curse but around your father? you may as well say goodbye to movie nights and ice cream with me" y/n chuckles.

"yeah true" i feel so free with y/n. despite i'm the famous tony stark's only daughter. it seems like he's never got the time for me, since he's always got the avengers to 'look after' or something more important to do. whereas y/n's almost taken the role of the big sister i never had. "you know, your my favourite person" i say shyly.

"aw love, you're everything to me" she smiles as she picks me up and spins me in the air. carefully placing me back on the ground she opens the door into her room, "in you come" she gestures. i must confess out of all the avengers, y/n's room is by far the coolest one. i guess being a successful and rich assassin has it's perks.