You stood alone in your closet, wearing nothing but a silk
dressing robe, surrounded by outfits and accessories for every occasion.
Flowing gowns, skin-tight workout gear, mix-and-match business attire, and a
ski suit you wore for all of five minutes – you’d honestly rather freeze than
look like a walking marshmallow. You never thought this day would come, but
here you are. Hundreds of options, and nothing to wear.
The quinjet was oddly silent, a sign that the mission didn’t
go very well. Your teammates were fast asleep in the back of the jet. You were
knackered, too, but you kept replaying the failed mission over and over in your
With a heavy sign, you crossed the jet and slumped down in
the seat next to Steve. He threw you a side glance, but his hands were still on
the control panel, his attention focused on the dials. You glanced at the sky
and its pale pink clouds. Steve saw the forlorn look in your eyes.
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“No?” You scoffed. “You gave me an order and I failed. Don’t
go easy on me, I’m not a child.”