WOOP WOOP DESTINY IS A SPEAKER Y'ALL, I REPEAT DEE IS A SPEAKER!
I think fire suits her personality. :3
And yes, Destiny was fighting in the Battle of New York, but in *. disguise*.
I hope y'all liked my lil world building too! ;)
Anyways, I do not own Marvel Cinematic Universe or their characters, I do own my OC's!
Enjoy~!
The sun rose above the buildings, shining bright in the sky.
Beams of light traveled across the ceiling, gradually making their way down the wall as morning made way into afternoon.
The shafts of light finally hit the sleeping figure that was wrapped in the soft blankets.
Slowly, as the light became more direct, the light became harder to ignore as it pierced through her eyelids.
Nova squinted, groaning as the sun's light stabbed at her eyes.
Shading her eyes with her hand, Nova looked around.
Nova bolted upright at the sight of the unfamiliar room.
Nova winced when her ribs screamed in pain, reminding her of the events leading up to that morning.
Running a hand through her hair, Nova sat on the edge of the bed, taking in the scene outside.
People bustled about below, workers in yellow jackets toiling about lone piles of rubble.
The city had made remarkable progress in seven days, the only rubble strewn about being large pieces.
Nova stood, tugging on the strap that fell off her shoulder.
Nova fit Natasha's clothes surprisingly well.
Nova opened the other door, hoping for a bathroom.
Nova began closing the door when she realized she had opened the closet.
She paused, taking a peek inside.
Despite the lack of decorations in the house, the closet was stocked.
She would have to ask Nat if she could borrow some of her clothes.
Especially since her apartment was destroyed, along with all of Nova's stuff.
Nova closed the door and opened the next one, sighing in relief as she found the bathroom.
Nova stepped inside and closed it behind her.
Nova took in the state of her hair.
Despite Destiny brushing it, her hair still had a shade of gray to it thanks to the dust and debris that had coated it.
It also was very greasy.
Taking one look at herself, Nova turned on her heel and went for the door.
Nova stopped when she heard voices on the other side.
Hand to her hair, Nova opened the door a bit.
"Hey Nat?"
"Yeah?"
"Um, can I use your shower?"
Nat appeared in the hallway, bag in hand.
"I'll show you where everything is." Nat said.
When Nova opened the door wider, Nova saw a weird chair in Nat's hand.
"What's that for?" Nova asked.
"So you can sit without falling." Nat replied.
"I'm not a grandma!" Nova cried in indignation.
She heard someone snort in the other room.
Nova flushed.
"But you are an invalid." Nat shot back.
"I don't need it." Nova insisted.
Nat raised a brow, daring Nova to repeat herself.
Recalling Nat's threats, Nova fell silent and sulked to herself.
Satisfied, Nat turned and continued into the bathroom.
Nat made sure the chair's feet were firmly suctioned to the shower's floor before pulling a white fluffy robe and towel out of a cupboard and hung them up.
To Nova's relief Nat placed a bottle of shampoo and conditioner on the counter, along with a toothbrush, toothpaste, brush and comb.
"I'll get you some clothes." Nat said. "I sent Destiny to get you clothes."
Nova eyed the door.
Who was out there, then?
Nat smirked inwardly, refusing to put Nova out of her misery.
"You're not going to tell me who's out there, are you?" The question was said as a statement.
"No." Nat said, enjoying Nova's suffering.
Resigned to her fate, Nova turned and began yanking the brush through her snarls.
Nova heard Nat leave.
Nova sagged against the sink with a sigh.
After a brief rest, Nova returned to untangling the mess that was her hair.
Covered in dust, alien blood, and pieces of rock, Nova wondered if Destiny had even brushed her hair in the hospital.
Nat entered the bathroom with a bundle of neatly folded clothes.
"I think the brush is a lost cause." Nova said, holding it up. She had lost a bristle or two in the process of detangling.
Nat nodded in agreement.
As they were both in agreement, Nova tossed the brush in the trash.
Passing the clothes to Nova, Nat went to leave.
"Scream if you need me."
"Will do." Nova called after.
Shedding the clothes, Nova stepped into the shower and glared at the chair like it had personally offended her.
It did.
Remembering Nat, Nova used it anyway.
Once Nova sat in the hot water, she didn't really care about feeling like a granny anymore.
Taking longer than anticipated, Nova cleaned up and worked the grime out of her hair.
The strange shiny blue blood created trails down into the drain, mixed with dirt and small bits of concrete.
After sitting for a while and letting the heat relax her muscles, Nova got out of the shower and into the steamy bathroom.
Donning the robe, Nova went about drying and combing her hair and brushing her teeth.
Satisfied with her cleanliness, Nova braided her dry hair and threw it over her shoulder.
Nova eyed the pile of clothes warily.
She pulled the undergarments off the top of the pile and put them on before turning back to the clothes.
She sighed in relief as she saw loose, comfortable clothes that wouldn't constrict her injuries.
Nova frowned at the sleeves, tight around her biceps.
Nova dreaded the day Nat and Dee would conspire together against her.
She knew that day was looming closer than she would like.
Destiny was practically salivating at the chance to get Nova clothes that she wouldn't normally wear unless bar hopping or partying.
Nova wasn't against clothes that made her feel good and confident, but the only places she frequently went was her lab at the Tower, and… to the lab at the Tower on her days off. Or to the Base.
Nova was brought to the realization that she may be a bit of a workaholic.
Nova tossed the dirty items in the hamper, tossing her braid back over her shoulder as she exited the bathroom and out into the hallway.
Once again reminded of the stranger in the apartment, Nova rolled back her shoulders and prepared for whatever was to happen next.