InsaneJournal

Who: Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark
What: One more child for Tony
Where: The Rogers-Stark household
When: October 6


She wasn't cold, it was the first thing Natasha had become aware of as she woke, it was unusual to wake not only not cold but warm with a thick blanket over her. Keeping her eyes closed Natalia kept her eyes closed and tried to assess her surroundings as best she could. She'd only just started training, but she knew she needed to be her best, or else there would be punishments. If things were different when she woke it was because things had changed and she was meant to figure it out.

But as she peeked open first one eye and then the other, Natalia wasn't sure what to make of the room. It was clear that it wasn't where she was supposed to be, but at the same time she knew it was her room. It didn't make sense, how could she be in her room and yet not at once. She pushed herself up rubbing at her eyes, like that might make it suddenly make sense, but it didn't seem like that was going to happen no matter how many times she blinked.

Bundling the blanket around herself, Natalia made her way to the door and pushed it open just enough to peer out into the hallway, moving carefully as she stepped out looking around the house that was safe, that word kept repeating over and over in her head, but she couldn't understand why she was here, or how she'd gotten here. Just ahead was a man, a friend her mind supplied, family, and though she didn't know how or why that was true she knew it was and decided to treat him as such.

"Dobroye utro," She said softly to get his attention, biting her lip hoping that she wasn't failing some test.