The morning was cool and windy. It was normal weather for October in New York City. The light was dim and sky was covered with gray clouds. The Avenger/Stark tower was silent except for the constant dipping of a leaking faucet. For Natasha, who was trying to fall back to sleep, this dripping was very annoying. She had asked Stark to fix it earlier, since he was the only one not busy at the time. She closed her eyes and started to let her mind flow with ways she could kill or torcher Tony, even though she would never get the chance to.
I could put small knives in the boots of his suit, She thought, or—
Drip, drip—
Or I could—
Drip, drip—
She let out a groan as she opened her eyes. "I'll just fix it myself." She whispered to herself.
She ripped of the sheets that covered her. She quietly but slowly made her way out of her bedroom. She shut the door to her bedroom as quickly and quietly as she could so she wouldn't wake anyone else.
The hall way was long and narrow. There were only six doors, one for each avenger. Her room was at the beginning of the hall and Tony's was at the end. Next to hers was Steve's room and across from was Clint's. The walls were a light tan color, but in the dark they looked like a dull shade of gray.
Walking ever so slightly on the balls of her feet she made her way past the living room and into the kitchen. It was dark until the lights automatically switch on. She allowed a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. She then made her way over to the leaking sink and went to work.
After an hour and a half of finding the right parts and putting them in, did the sink stop dripping water.
"Jarvis?" she said in a semi-quiet voice.
"Yes Miss Romanoff?" responded the computerized, British voice.
"What time is it?"
"It is currently 6:30 am."
"Thanks," she murmured. Well, there's no use of going back to sleep now, she thought to herself, might as well get something to eat and get ready for the day.
She got up; ignoring the several tools scattered on the tiled floor beneath her, and went to the refrigerator. She opened the door and scanned the food inside. After making up her mind, she grabbed the carton of orange juice. She had just gently shut the door when something odd caught her attention. In the reflection of the tall, metallic, refrigerator door she saw a completely different person. This person was not behind her but instead it was her own reflection, and holding the same orange juice that she was.
Without stopping, she dropped the carton and ran for the closest mirror. The mirror was hanging on the wall next to the elevator, thanks to Pepper. She heard the juice splash on the floor, but that wasn't important now. She just continued to sprint to the mirror.
She left the kitchen, ran though the living room and headed into a different hallway. She slid to a stop and was standing directly in front of the mirror. She couldn't believe what she saw, even though she had seen a lot of weird stuff. Without realizing she let loose a scream.