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Nats pov
I wake up early like usual to go train when i feel a light weight on top of me, my eyes slowly adjust to the light and i look down at a sleeping y/n that's when i remember last night. I slowly sit up pulling y/n up with me so she is sitting in my lap hugging me with her face buried in my chest. She looks young and like a child, its nice that y/n can finally have a pleasant childhood. A couple minutes later y/n stirs slowly bringing a hand up to her face to rub her eye, her nose scrunches up and i smile at how cute she looks.
'm-morning mom' she says yawning
'morning дорогая' (sweetheart) i smile rubbing circles on her back. She settles further into me and i can tell she wants to go back to sleep. 'hun you gotta get back to your class' i inform her
'tell them im sick' she mumbles not wanting to get up. I roll my eyes and decide to take her down myself. I take the covers off us and stand up with her clinging to me. 'what no i was comfy' she says shifting in my arms, once i assume she is comfy she melts back into me. I smile and take her up to the elevator.
'do you wanna tell me what happened last night?' i question stepping into the elevator
'everyone i care about got tortured to death in front of me and i couldn't do anything about it' she tells me as i feel a slight dampness on my shirt where her head is. I lift my hand to cradle her head and kiss it softly.
'thank you for telling me hun. And its okay were here and safe. Or well as safe as we can get with clints cooking' i laugh, she lets out a small chuckle and the elevator door opens to a couple people in the main area. Those people were peter, kate and kady, standing around the kitchen island with water in hand.
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'is she okay' peter mouths noticing us, i nod and give a small wave to the trio as i head down the hallway.
'detka which room is yours?' i question, she lifts her head up looks around and points to one of the doors near the end of the hall. I nod walking in. i was going to knock but y/n told me mj was probably still asleep, when i got into the room i saw mj sprawled on the bottom bunk a book in hand hanging off the side of the bed, i smirk and lift y/n up onto the top bunk. 'go back to sleep hun' i kiss her head again, i move down to my putting her limbs back on the bed putting the bookmark in her book and putting the covers over the both of them i turn around and leave the room.
As i making my back out the hall i ask kady a question. 'what time is the class leaving' she looks at her watch than back up at me
'10 ish' i nod and get back into the elevator.
y/n pov
i fall back a sleep for another hour or two i think before i was RUDELY woken with a pillow to my head. Without even looking i grab the pillow and yeet it back in the direction it came from i hear a thump louder than it should have been and see mj on her butt on the floor.
'ha loser' i mock her. she flips me off and stands back up.
'come on get up its breakfast' she tells me, i roll of the bed hovering just before i hit the floor and follow mj out the door. At breakfast i zone out the images from last night clouding my thoughts.
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y/n
Sorry wands
Yeah, but its fine im used to this type of torture
yeah ik wanda thank you
bye wands
what is it
love you more
'y/n, earth to y/n' i hear as i re focus into reality, i hum in response looking at kate 'you were kinda zoned out there than smiled. U planing a murder?' she questions chuckling a bit
'yeah' i respond and her face pales slightly mj peter and i all laugh confusing the class at the table. Kady being an adult made us breakfast before we had to go and it was really good. The class resumes to their conversations as everyone finishes up eating.
3rd person pov
An hour later everyone is getting there stuff together and are waiting outside for their parents to pick them up considering they had today off.
Time skip to like 2 in the afternoon
The team are sitting watching the grinch which surprisingly is the only Christmas movie y/n very vaguely remembers. It was cold in new York and everyone was curled up under a blanket. Wanda and y/n were curled up together on the large arm chair under a black fluffy blanket, others were all bundled together on a couch, once the movie finished wanda checked the time it was time for y/n and her to go on their date.
'come on buba time for our date' wanda smiles, y/n instantly smiles back jumping up grabbing wanda by the hands and yanking her up as well.
'were off' y/n smiles eger to get out of the tower and spend time with wanda
'have fun guys but grab a jumper its supposed to snow' nat informs them, they smile rushing to the door and grabbing a jumper each.
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