A/N: I do not own of the characters included in the Marvel Cinematic Universe as depicted here. I hope you enjoy the story and don't forget to comment. I love feedback whether it be positive or negative. :)
The click resounded in the cold air as the lock of the large, wooden front door surrendered to the key and let the slender figure in. The hallway was eerily dark, triggering an alarm in the figure's mind as a small shiver tingled up her spine. The house felt different, it was not the place she had lovingly left that same morning. It felt cold and unwelcoming. She could not bring herself to sigh with relief as she usually would at the joy of returning home but held her breath as if not trying to reveal her presence to the atmosphere. Thoughts started racing through her head: had someone been in here, was someone waiting to kill her, was it a ghost, a burglar?
She decided it was best to brush it off. It was nothing; the cold air was getting to her. A slender hand groped the wall for the light switch and flipped it. Artificial light poured into the room but the shadows came along with it.
The figure started concentrating on taking long, slow, deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She slowly placed her hand on the back of her neck to feel beads of sweat forming on the nape. Horrified at her own overreaction the girl wiped away the moisture and mentally shook herself. She advanced into the living room whilst scolding herself for behaving ridiculously it was nothing, how could anyone possibly be in her home?
She turned the light switch on as she entered the room thinking nothing of the darkness that had been previously dwelling there. The big blue eyes started blinking rapidly to adjust to the light that was sunlight to the moonlight of the hall. In the midst of the adaptation her ears had detected breathing that was not her own. Thoughts began to creep into her mind again but they were beaten down before the doubts had began to coherently form. Once her gaze had been steadied she looked straight ahead to continue her journey over to the large couch where she intended to rest after the tiring day only to see an elderly, regal figure sitting on her intended seat. Recognition flashed across her face and she instantly fell to the ground in a long, sweeping movement resembling a curtesy. The figure sat there in a crumpled heap of limbs with her head bowed and eyes fixed upon the intruder's smirking face.