You would have already been home, if your boss hadn’t made you stay to finish up some paperwork. You didn’t like to walk around town at night. Especially not when his assassin people had been talking about all day was still on the loose.
You quickly turned the corner and crossed the streets, without even really looking if any cars were approaching you. In the shadows of the buildings, you could see a man stumbling towards you. His long, brown hair was stuck to his face and he looked at you with a painful glance in his eyes.
‘Sir, are yo
Let's say that this is post-Age of Ultron where Pietro was still alive, Bruce hadn't wonder off to who knows where, Loki is on Earth to redeem his sins, Laura Barton never exist, and Brutasha never happened.
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When you opened your eyes, you instantly regretted it.
You shielded your eyes from the burning light. When your eyes finally adapted to the lightings, you took in your surroundings. You were in a familiar room. But you didn't think you've been there before. It just that you thought you knew this room. It was quiet, but not dead quiet. You kept looking around you in silence, until a voice startled you.
"Good morning, miss."
"Who's there?!" You immediately jumped out of the bed you'd be