I tap Wanda on the shoulder lightly to get her attention.
She spun to face me. "Sorry to interrupt, but do you know where I can get some new clothes? As much as I like this old stuff..." I say, my voice clearly sarcastic.
I hate these clothes just as much as I hated the base.
"Yes, Stark added an infinite closet of sorts into everyone's rooms in the Avengers Tower. Now seeing as we're still on the SHIELD helicarrier, you may want to speak with him about getting you a room in the Tower." she says.
"Okay, thanks Wanda." I smile as I walk back to Tony.
As I walk back over to him, I see that he's now sitting in a chair against the wall and change my route. Reaching him, I think of what to say so I don't come off rude.
"Hey Tony." I say casually.
"What's up, Lumi?" he smiles.
"I was wondering, where exactly can I get some new clothes?" I ask nervously.
"Oh, yeah, no problem. If I get your closet in Avengers tower programmed to your liking, than you'll have all the clothes you want. Of course, that's in Avengers Tower, so we'll have to set up your room first. You don't mind, do you?" he asks.
"Yeah, sure. Can you theme it off of the Moon possibly? Of course with silver, and black, ooh! And a canopy bed, and-" I realize I'm rambling.
"Haha! Sure, anything you want." he laughs.
"Anything you think would be good, go for it!" I smile gratefully.
A mischievous smile appears on his face as he starts to talk to JARVIS about room plans. {A/N: Yes, I made JARVIS able to go into the SHIELD helicarrier.} A Cheshire-Cat-Esq grin spreads across my face as I walk over to take a seat by the door. As I sit, I wish that they would've given me something to do, like sketching, or writing. It was exceptionally boring on this supposed helicarrier. All of a sudden, silver specks appear and start to form into a shape. When it's done shaping itself, I try to grab it from the air, with success. As soon as my fingers touch the magic, it turns to a pad of paper with a pencil strapped to its side. My eyes widen in surprise and I shrug. It's not like it's that out of the ordinary anymore. My glance moves from the pad to the others in the room. They all were looking at me with surprise also evident on their faces.
"How did you do that young maiden?" Thor questions.
"Honestly? I don't know. All I did was wish that I had a notebook to draw." I shrug.
"Then it just appeared like that?" Clint asked curiously.
"How do you think I healed myself?" I ask.
"Wow..." Tony trails.
"Okay, can you stop looking at me like I'm a lab rat?" I raise my brow at Tony.
"Not until I find what that magic is and how you do it." he smirks.
"Great, another person who wants to stab me with needles." I throw my hands up in disbelief.
"Either way, your room is done now. I made it exactly how you wanted it, and more." he says.
"Already?!" I squeal with excitement.
"Yep, you would not believe the connections I have." he stands up.
"When exactly can I see it?" I ask eagerly.
"Now if you want." he says.
"Of course now!" I squeal, louder than previously.
They all cringe, a few covering their ears dramatically.
"Ow.." Clint moans.
"Oh, you should hear my real squeal. That was just the tip," I pop the p, "of the iceberg."
"I'll be deaf after that, I swear." Cap states.
"Probably." I agree.
He raises his brow. "What, how do you think that one guard was half deaf?" I ask.
"That was you?!" Clint asks, astonished by this fact.
"No, no, I'm just joking...a little.." I mutter the last part of my sentence,
"What was that last part?" Tony raises his brows.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." I say, a fake smile plastered on my face.
"Okay then...we should really go back to the tower. Pepper's been on my tail about making a floor an indoor garden..." he continues rambling about this mysterious 'Pepper' as I open my sketchbook.
Without really knowing what to draw, my hands act as if they already know what to do. My thoughts wonder as my hands subconsciously create artwork. I wonder back to before I was taken to the base, and instead come up with nothing. Nothing about my parents, my heritage, my life. Nothing.
"Wow, I didn't think you would be able to draw so well." a voice tears me from my thoughts, flinching at the new observer.
I look down to my lap as I finally see what masterpiece I created; an astonishing flowing river, banks coated with tall, curvy grass and flowers. Branches from trees elegantly dangling above the stream.
"Neither did I.." I frown.
"How did I manage to make such an intriguing piece, without knowing what I was doing..?"