Unpacking
Iris’ POV
The alarm wasn’t loud but to Iris is sure felt like it. Her head throbbed with each beep coming from the tiny clock on her nightstand.
“FRIDAY shut that thing off!” Iris groaned.
“You told me to wake you up at eight thirty.” FRIDAY might have been nothing but lines of code but Iris could still hear confusion in her voice. Even so she still switched off the alarm.
“I did say that. Why did I say that?” Iris asked herself but FRIDAY still responded.
“You wanted to eat breakfast with the Avengers.” Iris sighed and pulled one of the many pillows over her pounding head. The pain was rooted deep in her bones and hurt worse than the previous night. “Also your clothing and makeup are in the living room.”
“Cool, FRIDAY. Now leave me alone.” Iris groaned as she got up. She pulled open the curtains, squinting at the already bright city.
She walked into the living room noticing a relatively large pile of boxes near the door before pulling the curtains open in there as well.
Iris walked towards the boxes and brought them to the bedroom within four trips. She pulled each one open, admiring the contents. Some things she didn’t even remember ordering but then again she was scrolling blindly through hundreds of pages of clothes and accessories at one in the morning.
I’ll hang them up later. Iris thought to herself. She looked over to the night stand where the clock lay. 8:39. I’ve already been awake almost ten minutes?
Iris quickly pulled the first suitable thing she could find out of the box. It was the middle of June so she did take that into consideration.
In the end she went for a plain dark grey tank top with a pair of black denim shorts with plain black underwear underneath. For shoes she took a simple pair of black flip flops which she remembered were way overpriced. Iris loved jewelry but could never afford it so she went a little overboard with the shopping. She ended up choosing three silver necklaces: a long chain with a small feather, a medium chain with a metal bar and the smallest one with a silver teardrop. She layered them in order on top of her tank top. On her fingers she picked up about five different silver rings, putting them on randomly until they looked right. Iris felt like a million bucks and judging by how much the clothes were, she probably was.
In the smallest box was all of Iris’ makeup. She brought the contents into the bathroom spending a little longer than she should have sorting it out to make it look nice. It was expensive stuff. Iris always wore makeup but it was usually from the dollar store.
Before starting her makeup, she remembered the pain killers she had left on the counter the previous night and downed another three. Iris felt vomit rise in her throat as she drank the water but held it down.
Iris rubbed her hands together before starting her work. She put on her primer, foundation and concealer, finishing it off with a thin layer of powder before moving onto the eyes. She lined the waterline with black eyeliner and added some mascara but deiced against her usual heavy makeup not knowing if it would fare well with everyone else. Especially Bucky. Iris wanted to impress him so before she left she pulled down her tank top slightly. She wasn’t blessed in the front but at least it was something.
Iris’ stomach rumbled now that the pain killers had kicked in. When was the last time I ate? Iris thought back and couldn’t remember. Usually when she was hungry she’d just push the though away, she was used to it.
Finally, Iris almost forgot her card as she walked out the door but remembered right before the door shut. She raced back into the room, grabbing it off the coffee table where she had left it earlier.
Iris hoped she would run into Bucky in the hallway to discuss their date tonight but he wasn’t there.
“FRIDAY, what time is it?” Iris asked as she reached the elevator.
“Nine o’ one miss.” Iris shrugged. Pretty good for my first day.
Iris stepped into the elevator looking for buttons. She then remembered there wasn’t any.
“FRIDAY, bring me to breakfast.”
“Right away miss.”
The elevator began its descent from the forty-fourth floor.