Mind Games (Avengers Wrong Number Fugitive [Natasha Romanoff x teen])

33. Coffee

A/n updates might be a bit more regular but don't hold me to it

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August's POV

Who are you afraid of? Everyone. What are you afraid of? Everything. Who is the last person you would want to die? They're all dead. Who looks after you? Me. Where is your mother? Which one?

"We've been at this all night, Maria. You know your girlfriend, she leaves no crumbs." I drop my head onto my arms, lying on the table. I look at Maria and she huffs.

"Can't she just be not-good for a damn minute so we can figure it out?"

I hope she doesn't blame me.

"Is that what she wants to do?" I reply. It's not really a question.

"No. I need more coffee." She stands up, heading to the joint kitchen.

"You probably need more sleep."

"That is irrelevant information."

"It's two in the morning."

"Irrelevant."

I roll my eyes. "You're irrelevant."

Maria has become less guarded since we started trying to figure out who it was she was after. She's almost tortured me trying to figure it out, seeming as it's my past Natasha's trying to handle. It's been about two days. Maria's actually quite nice, just also simultaneously work oriented and spirit focused. There's nothing wrong with that, there's just choices. If she stays up, I'll stay up. I don't trust her alone. No matter how much she trusts Natasha is going to be okay and she knows what she's doing, she can't stop herself from worrying. I want a love like that. I think Tommy's like that, but I don't know him like Maria knows Natasha.

I keep my head on the table. My arms are becoming a bit numb from being the cushion but I can't bother to care. My eyelids flutter shut as I wait for Maria to return.

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I wake up and I'm not in the chair. My back's on something soft and the lights are off but there's some sunshine coming through the curtains. I'm in my room. Shit. Is Maria okay? Did she get any work done? Was she the one to take me back to my room?

"Morning." I hear as my door opens. "Friday notified me. Sorry for keeping you up, coffee?"

Maria Hill does seem like she loves her coffee.

"Sure."

She hands me the sugar and cream packets and I pour all of both of them in. How do you take your coffee? Everything.

"Maria?"

"Hm?"

"I really don't know who she'd been chasing. If it was Hydra she'd just fight and she'd tell us but I really thought that part was over."

She's standing at the corner of my bed, a bit of a square expression on her face. But she's not mad, there's a difference. It's naturally stoic but naturally good.

"Let me tell you about this business. It's never over."

I want it to be.

"Yes but I have no clue why somebody would be after me now!"

"Kid, even the princess of Wakanda was fascinated by your powers. Your entire alias is misleading. Conjuring and manifesting are not the same."

"I did not name myself Manifest." I retort, taking a light sip of my coffee. It needs more coffee.