Miss Romanoff-Barton

Not even Stark

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Alexa's POV

One week later

The rising of the sun bathes my room in the golden pink light of the dawn. Painting the insides of my eyelids gold as I slowly become aware of the world.

I yawn before sitting up gradually and swinging my legs out of bed, choosing to stand up and turn to my windows.

A hand laxly tossed out in front of me brushes aside the light curtains to reveal the cityscape.

A skyline streaked with gold greets my view and I watch tiredly as the city wakes up around me. Not that this city is ever really asleep.

I glance at my clock.

7:06AM

A stiffness in my back causes me to let out a small groan.

I arch backwards and place my hands on the floor, effectively stretching my muscles before righting myself again and allowing my blood to rush back down to my feet.

A few light steps across my room and I step into my wardrobe.

I think for a moment before pulling down a pair of black leggings with mesh detailing and a cropped blue shirt. Getting changed quickly and completely disregarding shoes.

I grab a brush on the way back into my bedroom and stride over to the full-length mirror leaning against the wall directly to the left of my door.

A quick drag of the brush through my now elbow length hair removes the tangles left over from sleep and I leave the brush on the floor.

I'll pick it up later.

A quiet tapping alerts me to Liam's presence, flicking through something on his phone, lying draped across the couch.

"Hey Lexa" he calls in greeting as I shut my door. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby" I reply with a smile before I glance at the staircase in the corner. Making a split-second decision.

"Come with me"

"Where are we going?"

I hear him sit up and follow me as I walk across the room and up the stairs. I spin around whilst walking to answer him.

"I want to show you what's up here. I'm surprised you haven't tried to find out already"

"How do you know I haven't?" he teases with a wink.

His lilting tone and cocky smile make my heart stutter.

The butterflies in my stomach make an appearance and I fight to squash them.

"Have you?"

"No."

I laugh. He's nothing if not predictable. But to be honest I don't think he'd ever do something against my wishes or invade my space without permission.

"How very slack of me" I say with a dramatic air, placing a hand on my chest. "You've been here a week and I haven't shown you my favourite place in the tower."

At his bright grin, I spin around on the stairs as we approach the top.

As we were walking, the stairs led up into a tunnel of sorts, with high ceilings to avoid feeling cramped or claustrophobic.

It winds upwards for a minute or so before coming to a stop at a floor-to-ceiling windowpane.

"Is this it?"