A/N: Hey guys, thanks for all of the reviews so far. Even if this story isn't as successful as I would have hoped it to be, I'm thankful that you're all here, reading this. Reviews are appreciated and they would make my day. This chapter, I plan on having everyone get to know each other better. I hope you enjoy this update that was written at about 2:00am. Also, I have a twitter feed, 'Lila_Strange', so please check that out if you have a chance for outfits and other things related to Lumina.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but my OC Lumina Moon, and her sister Cora Appleberry.
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Finishing off the rest of the last chapter, I feel accomplished. That is, before my stomach growled like a grizzly bear. A thought occurs to me: I forget that normal people eat breakfast every morning..
"JARVIS, what time is it?" I ask the British AI.
"It is 5:00am Miss Moon." JARVIS informs.
"I would tell you to call me Lumina again, but 'Miss Moon' kind of has a ring to it."
"I'm glad you approve Miss Moon."
"What would be a good breakfast option?"
"Everyone in the building take a liking to pancakes, Miss."
"What floor is the kitchen on?"
"Floor 43 Miss."
"Okay, thanks Jarvy."
Standing up, I make my way out of the room and into my bathroom. Shutting the door and standing in front of the large mirror, I see now that my body is built much more petite than a normal 18 year old's, with thin, frail arms and long skinny legs. Glancing at the side of the door, something catches my attention; a long measuring tape runs from bottom to top. Shrugging, I decide to stand next to the measure. Putting my hand where the very tip of my head is, I look up to see what my height is; 5'8''. Smiling to myself as I finish brushing my teeth and normal daily duties, I finally get done and decide to head down to breakfast, eager to try and make pancakes.
Sneaking out into the quiet hallways, I begin walk back to the elevator. Pressing the 'v' button, I patiently wait for the elevator to arrive. Several minutes later, the doors open to reveal the small box, waiting for me to walk in. Skipping happily into the elevator, I press the'43' button and once again wait for the doors to open. With a 'ding' the doors open into a massive kitchen, including all of your regular kitchen utencils and even more. Luckily, JARVIS says that the fridge and pantry are like the closets, so I won't need to go shopping for my supplies. Spotting the remote for the refrigerator, I press the power button and wait for it to turn on. As it glows a bright blue, I begin to scroll throughout the 'Groceries' section. Finally collecting the last of my needed supplies, I only need one last thing; a pancake iron. Finding what I needed, I lay it down on the stove top and begin to spray it with a light layer of canola oil. Grabbing a black spatula from the rack for later and a whisk, I begin to make the batter.
"I didn't think anyone would be up this early." a voice says, startling me.
I spin on my heel, ready to face-off with the newcomer.
"Gods, don't do that Steve!" I shriek.
"Sorry, I was just about to grab a water and head out on my morning run." Cap apologizes.
"No, it's okay. Just, next time, please give me a warning." I laugh.
"I'll try. But what are you doing up?" he frowns.
"Nightmare.." I look away, back to the pancakes.
"Oh, sorry. You alright?" he asks concernedly.
"Sure.." I respond.
In all reality, I was shaken up, terrified. What if that was real?
"Just know, you can talk to me, okay?" Cap puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Yeah. Okay. Maybe another time...I just need to wrap my mind around it a bit.."
"Okay, well, I'll just be on my way then." he says, smiling.
"Have a good time." I reply, fake cheer in my voice.
"I will." he says, grabbing a water bottle from the refrigerator.
Turning back to my pancakes, I flip all five and begin to wait. Waving, Steve hops into the elevator, doors snapping shut behind him.
"JARVIS, approximately how many pancakes do I need to make for all of us?" I ask.
"About 35 Miss Moon. Thor tends to eat much more food than a normal being." JARVIS informs.
"Okay then..." I mutter.
'I guess seven batches can't be that bad..' I think.
I was so wrong.
By the time all 35 of the pancakes were evenly distributed between plates, my hands were aching and it was around 7:00 in the morning. Satisfied with my work, I sit down at the bar stools and wait for the rest to awake. A few minutes later, Clint and Natasha come walking out of the elevator, caught up in a detailed conversation about what appears to be fighting techniques.
Clint glances over at me, then to the pancakes. A smile of satisfaction spreads across my face.
"Wait, you made all these?" he asks, awestruck by the very number of pancakes made by one person.
"What can I say, they sounded good and I figured why not make some for the rest of the team too?" I shrug.
Natasha looks at my hair. "Nice circlet. Not something worn very often."
"Indeed, that's why I chose it." I nod.
"How are you this morning?" Clint asks.
"Fine." I say too quickly. He looks at me suspiciously for a moment before turning back to the hot pancakes.
Frowning, he asks, "Where's the syrup?"
'Shit.'