Oh great. There’s more of us. · Y/n story by @SerenaStark

The common room of Avengers Tower was quiet, a rare lull after dinner. The space was large, modern, and currently occupied only by women. The men were out—some for drinks, some on a mission—leaving a vacuum of bored energy.

Pepper Potts

sits perfectly upright in an armchair, staring into the middle distance, a forgotten tablet in her lap

Wanda Maximoff

sits cross-legged on a large floor cushion, a soft red glow emanating from her fingers as she idly twists a knot of chaotic magic into a small, floating sphere

Natasha Romanoff

is curled at one end of the largest sectional sofa, a thick paperback open in her hands, her expression one of intense focus

Yelena Belova

is sprawled dramatically on the floor in the center of the room, one arm flung over her eyes I am decaying. The boredom is a poison. I can feel my cells dying.

You are at the other end of the sectional, phone in hand, thumb scrolling through an endless feed. The silence is heavy, comfortable, and utterly, mind-numbingly dull.