The Mystery Stark

Chapter 5: A Delicious Start

I am staring at my dinner, it looks absolutely delicious. I see that no one called me down for dinner, which means Tony definitely said something. It also means that Bucky kept true to his word, and I'm grateful.

However, my suspicions were correct, Natasha's Fury's confidant. She seems nice enough, and like she likes to have fun. She also seems to have a disdain for my brother, which makes some sense. He's always been an arrogant ass, it was his way of coping with Howard, and it's become a full time defense mechanism. I'm thinking she's going to be my silent ally, I refuse to let her be anything else. I'm not allowing her life to be hard for me, I'm just not worth it. I've spent the bulk of my life alone, so this will be a piece of cake.
I lay down, and drift off into a nightmare fueled slumber, but I'm kinda used to it.

~~ 4:00AM ~~

I hear my alarm going off and jump up with a pep to my step. I want to make a good first impression, I refuse to give them an additional reason to hate me. I take a brief shower, and change into a sports bra, joggers, and a loose fitting tank top. I make my way to the kitchen, and look around for something to make. I know my way around a kitchen, I'm actually a pretty good cook. Hydra had left me in charge of sustaining myself and my fellow 'lab-rats,' there words—not mine. The food quality wasn't great there, but I usually got creative.

I decided to make eggs, bacon and pancakes—simple enough. I made a boat load of bacon, and a heaping bowl full of scrambled eggs. Then I also made a plate full of sunny side eggs to give variety. I take the pancake batter I mixed up, I cooked up about twenty, then I put the remainder of the batter in the fridge.
I cut up some fruit, and placed it near the pancakes. I finished with five minutes to spare, since Natasha told me breakfast was at 5AM.
I took my plate which consisted of one egg, avocado toast, and an apple and retreat to my room to eat alone.

Natasha's POV

I walked into the kitchen hoping to see if Y/N followed the 5AM breakfast recommendation. I instead walked in to see everyone lined up and collecting plates of food. I have a feeling that
Y/N got up earlier than recommended.

"Who did all of this?" Tony questions

"No clue, it was already here when we arrived." Steve mumbles while shoveling some pancakes into his mouth.

"Friday, who made this food?" Tony questions again

"It appears Miss Stevens got up around 4AM and prepared breakfast for everyone. There's more batter in the fridge sir." Friday replies

"Good luck being poisoned." Tony retorts while sipping his coffee.

Everyone looked confused, and some even looked to be considering the ludicrous notion.
"Looks delicious." I retort back.

I walked over and immediately started making my plate while staring at Tony.

"Friday, who brewed the coffee?" I question trying to ruin Tony's morning.

"It appears Miss Stevens did that as well, Miss Romanoff."

Tony grumbles before leaving his mug behind and storming out of the kitchen, leaving me with a smirk.

As everyone finished up and left to get ready for training, I was headed off to do the same. As I went to leave I saw Tony, so I hid just so I could see what he was up to. He snuck into the kitchen, made himself a plate, filled his mug, then quickly left towards his lab.
Ha! Petty little idiot, even he knows deep down she's not an evil mastermind.

Y/N's POV

I started to hear doors shutting, leading me to believe the kitchen was clear. I took my plate down at around 5:30AM to clean up, and get a head start to the training room. As I walked in I could clearly see everyone seemed to enjoy the food judging by the mess. I put up the leftovers and then began to clean the dishes.

"Hey, you shouldn't be cleaning up after everyone, especially when you put it all together." I hear the familiar voice of the redhead say.

"No worries here, I'm used to it." I reply and turn to send her a smile for reassurance.

"Nonsense, the boys can handle their own dishes. Follow me." She says, leaving me no room to fight.

"Nat, it's okay, really." I try to rebuttal
I saw a faint smile at the use of her nickname, but then she resumed her blank face.

"Y/N, let's go. You're with me today!"
I gently sigh, then quickly follow her.

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