Blue
Stephany stood on the main, her head tilted. Her dark eyes studying the blank wall, she picked up her pencil.
”JARVIS, What time is it?”
”It is currently 11 pm Captain Rogers. May I ask what you are doing?”
”No, Turn off Security cameras in the common room. And restrict access until I grant it.” the AI was quiet for a moment, ”Don't notify Tony... Please.”
”All requests followed, Captain, but I must inform you that if asked I must Tell Mr.Stark.” Stephany nodded.
Stephany walked to the wall, time to go to work.
Stephany spun the paintbrush between two fingers. Her hearing aids lay abandoned on the coffee table.
A thumping silence filled the room, Stephany took a deep breath.
Watching the bare wall come to life beneath her paint stained fingers was a since of normal that she’d Long forgotten.
It was almost like she was back in 1940 Bucky spitting curse words over breakfast.
Her own laugh rang in her head.
The small amused huff a phantom of what it once was.
Bucky coming home to find her bent over in the floor. Paint brushes abandoned fingers a mess with blues and greens. The cold wood floors more blue than Brown.
There was something so, so, her in painting a wall.
Something so wild, so satisfying about messing up a smooth surface with uneven strokes of paint.
Dragging out senseless loops, and curving lines.
It made her feel more like the little girl from Brooklyn.
By the time the sun was rising a song that she couldn't hear but could feel on the floor.
Her shirt was covered in paint, her arms coated in smudges. A streak of midnight blue running down the left side if her face.
Exhaustion tugged at the edges of her mind.
She stepped back, the strip of the wall she painted on.
Was a mix of Blues, a few greens, and whites.
Like Lighting Stretching across the previously blank space.
Steph didn't always Hate storms
They used to bring a sense of Freedom.
Now they just dig up past memories.
Steph smiled, a faint one.
She rubbed her paint covered hand on her Jeans.
She left the small paper plate covered in different colors on the Small step stool.
She washed her hands in the kitchen sink.
The tension in her shoulders was gone.
She mumbled dates and recipes as she wondered about the kitchen.
Absently she told Jarvis to allow access to the Common room.
The music still rumbling then floor beneath her feet.
Oddly enough it didn't bother her that she couldn't hear the lyrics.
Her hearing aids lay abandoned on the Island in the Kitchen.
Natasha and Clint were the first to stumble down. Both blinked in surprise at the loud music playing through the floor.
The two walked into the kitchen. Coffee was brewing, and it smelt faintly like paint.
Stephany’s back was turned, the sounds of something being cooked filled the room.
She didn't notice the former spies.
Nat walked around the counter and made herself a cup of coffee, before Clint could get to the pot.
Neither made to ask about the Music.
Or what her suddenly lose and calm mood.
Thor came down next, the Norse God looking less awake than the rest of them.
The normal cheerful and happy God didn't ask for anything till he had a cup of coffee in his hands.
and all they got was a gruff ’Morning, Friends.’
Stephany still made no true notice of them. She laid a plate of Eggs on the island and it was soon joined by a plate of Sausage and Bacon.
Banner came up dragging Tony.
Tony went straight to the coffee pot.
”It's probably gone cold.” Stephany's voice was quiet, sort of distance.
Stormy blue eyes peeking out from under her blonde Curls.
”I own a Microwave, Spangles.”
She tiled her head towards him, she didn't respond mumbling and off comment about something he didn't catch.
He reached from the Coffee.
(which was cold)
He dumped the small bit of cold Coffee into the sink.
He huffed as he waited for it too Brew.
She rolled her Eyes, brushing her curls out of her face.
The midnight blue streak on her face shown off.
Stephany reached over and grabbed her hearing Aids off the granite countertop.
She turned around poured three cups of Coffee.
Handing one to Tony.
Steph placed a plate of Strawberry Pop-Tarts in front of Thor and replaced Clints empty Coffee cup.
Tony took his Coffee with a small hmm of appreciation and wandered into the living room.
The small party in the kitchen looked up at a yell. Stephany, leaning over the counter, nursing her own a cup of Coffee.
Tony stumbled back into the Kitchen. ”Can someone explain why part of the wall is Covered in Blue paint That looks like lightning?!” all eyes turn turned to Stephany, who was giggling quietly.
She peaked up from underneath her curls eyes shining with Amusement.
”Won’t you like to know.”
”Stephany, Spangles. You are literally wearing proof of it on your face.” Tony pointed out, reaching over and poking Steph’s cheek.
The smile stretched across Tony's face told her that he wasn't mad.
Stephany’s own lips curled just a bit.
”You gonna answer me, Stevie?”
Stephany went still.
Stormy blue eyes wide.
The tightness in her chest attempted to cave in.
A watery Smile Stretching across her lips.
”I got bored, Tones. That's why your wall’s blue.”