I exit the church that held a funeral for someone I respected extremely highly- Phil Coulson. I wipe a stray tear off my face as I walk back to my (rented) car. As I'm about to get in, my friends Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton approach me.
"Hey," I say to them with my head bowed. "What's up?"
Natasha shakes her head and Clint shrugs. "We kinda need a ride home," Clint says after a few moments silence. I roll my eyes but agree nonetheless.
"So are you ready for tomorrow?" Natasha asks, leaning on the door of the rent.
"Be careful, I gotta return this tonight! And, um, I guess I am. I mean, what's there to not be ready for?" I reply, smirking slightly. I sweep my red hair back and tie it with the hair tie on my wrist.
"Tatyana, this is SHIELD we're talking about. They're top of the line-"
"And you think I'm not? Tasha, you've trained me and trained with me, I think I can hold my own. Besides, what is there to fear?" I remind her. She rolls her eyes at me before looking to a blond walking towards us.
"Hi, Cap," she greets him.
"Ma'am," he replies with a small smile and a nod to Clint. "Who's this?" he asks in reference to me.
"Tatyana Antoline," I answer. His face goes a slight tinge of pink as I shake his hand.
"Pleasure," he mutters.
"Should I say the same?"
"I don't know, should you?" he replies with a smirk. "Steve Rogers; Captain America, probably heard of me before?" he asked hopefully. I chuckle.
"Yeah, Nat's mentioned you once or twice;" I tell him, looking at Nat. "See you around, then, Captain."


After I drove Natasha and Clint back to their temporary apartment, I return the car and I take public transport back to my house. My fifteen year old sister Nataliya is on the couch, reading a book. As I open the door, she perks up instantly.

"Hey," I mutter sleepily. She hugs me softly.
"You sound way tired," she observes.
"No shit Sherlock," I reply, throwing my keys on the nearby table. "I'm going to bed," I tell her, looking in the mirror. My brown eyes are surrounded by red and my freckled, pale skin looks somehow paler than before. I sigh; I really need sleep.