Aah, what a nice weather. The harshness of winter had passed, New Year had come around earlier than any of them had thought it would. Oh, and the god of thunder had been around since November, celebrating the terrestrial fests with the terrestrial beings. So the original team was complete, missions here and there returned whilst they shared a few convivial moments.
Things began to fall into place like a well-made jigsaw; they began to march rhythmically in this routine that Hyunjae very much enjoyed. Most of the time in the Tower, she would stay on the private floors to spend time with Clint and Natasha, play chess with Steve, Tony and Bruce in the living room, and cook as Thor would tell her stories brought from Asgard. It felt nice.
No more of the constant bustling anxiety flocking around her, of the thousands of strangers she would cross paths with in a single day, or of the persistent pressure she used to always feel on her back. Being a SHIELD agent truly was never meant to be her suit: she never fit in and was never cut for the multifaceted lives, the perpetual lies she had to tell, and the Triskelion of nerves.
It felt to be a narrow place swarmed by ants often crawling on her skin.
Here, in the Avengers Tower, Tony had made sure the highest floors always remained private, where only the few he had selected were authorized to access. Thus, the only place of chaos Hyunjae had to face was the first floor, but she could handle a walk of barely one minute a few times a week. She nevertheless appreciated most the quietness reigning over their own floors.
It felt to be a vast place filled with a fresh wind tickling gently her skin.
Hyunjae stuck a note in her head to thank Tony, one way or another, for welcoming them when they were in need of a place. The man put on such an act at all times, people often dismissed his big heart. And she had to admit, she had fallen in that trap too. It was only through the years of bearing his overbearing self that she slowly started to catch glimpses of his silent kindness.
"These are so cheap..."
Well, glimpses. The prominent feeling she felt towards him was complete exasperation.
This was how came February and its beautiful Valentine's Day.
"I didn't ask for your help just so you could talk about prices." Hyunjae muttered as she rolled her eyes, her hands shoved into her pockets whilst they walked through the sections of bouquets.
The black mask she wore over her face still didn't protect her from the extra amount of flower scents assaulting her sensors. She could feel her gastric acid ascend into her esophagus and leave a burning sensation in its wake, making her scrunch up her nose in utter disgust. She felt nauseous and dizzy and very, very, irritable. The slightest of triggers could make her snap.
Maybe she should have worn two masks one over the other just to block the smell. But how would she breathe? See, that was the problem. Either she died of asphyxia, either she'd throw up at any given moment. Great. Fantastic.
She should have listened to Natasha and never gone out. She should have locked herself up in her room and spent her entire day watching shows. But no! Of course not. She had to be a cheesy stupid bitchy romantic and had the absolute urge to take the worst godforsaken decision ever! in going out to buy flowers. For Natasha. When she, herself! was extra sensitive to smells.
This is for love. This is for love. This is for- fuck me, I wanna go home. I could just puke on Tony and then go home. Sounds like a good day. How mad would he be? He has dozens of those kinda shirts. It's no big deal.
"Well, if you wanna buy her flowers then put some good cash into it."
Okay, I'm puking on him.
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Free Soul | Natasha Romanoff
Fanfiction"I'd give up the whole damn Universe for you." The Ghost of the East had lost all will to search for a small grass field and a few red roses to hug her trapped soul. So she had turned to the path of killing, because it was all she had known. Yet, s...
