scarletwaistcoats

(y/n) always wondered why her floor had to be the farthest away from the main common area, or the “I actually want to be social” floor, as Clint called it. It made midnight snacking a real risk, especially when you were prone to falling asleep standing up. The door slid open at the top floor. She didn’t bother with any lights and walked straight into the kitchen. She had been making this trip almost every night for the past month. The fridge door clicked open illuminating the room for a moment as she removed the carton of milk. She opened the carton and placed it to her lips, tilting her head back and closing her eyes as th