June 14th, 2017 at 08:12am
For the life of her, Amanda couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept eight straight hours. It’d been years—at least six or seven. It started when she was a SHIELD trainee. She’d gotten used to jerking herself out of a sound sleep for four am combat drills with Natasha, or pulling all-nighters studying for tests on proper gun handling or the latest spy software. Or even excitedly telling Phil every last detail of her training for that day over cups of hot cocoa and marshmallows. But that was a simpler time. A time that Amanda would give anything she owned to go back to. Back then, when she was staying up all night, she was content. Happy, even.
Nowadays, Amanda dreaded sleep. Every time she closed her eyes she saw the fire and flames that she’d left in her wake. She saw her father’s eyes roll back in his head and felt his hand go slack in hers. She saw the destruction of her former workplace and heard Wanda’s heartbroken cries over her brother’s death. So naturally Amanda preferred to stay awake.
Which was why she found herself in her current situation—wandering the streets of New York City at three in the morning. Which on a Tuesday really wasn’t all that exciting. Just a smattering of homeless people curled up in doorways. The thud of music from a nightclub the next street over could be heard, and it did nothing to dull Amanda’s migraine. She felt a rumble in her tummy, and a sigh left her twin flesh. It’d been almost two days since the young blonde had eaten so she was damn near ravenous.
Amanda located the nearest all night restaurant, which happened to be a Chinese place. Normally she was sketchy of places like this, but the twenty something was desperate to eat.
“Sesame chicken, extra rice please.” She ordered as soon as she sat down, folding her arms and laying her head upon them once the waiter walked away.