at first anya wasn't so sure that living in the compound with the rest of the avengers was a good idea. she was a far cry from hero material , but as her parents had both said . . . neither were either of them . . and look at how far her mother had come. certainly it was time she accepted she was anything but what people thought she was. and as it turned out . . . staying at the compound wasn't a bad idea at all. she liked it there. it was just homey enough to be comforting , while still very much a base of operations , something that anya was plenty used to from her days with HYDRA. what it also did for her was branch out the people she knew. getting to know the avengers showed just how different they all were. she also took notice of some of them more so than others. thor being one of them. she'd taken a liking to him , and after tossing and turning in hopes of finding sleep . . . she could only think about him. throwing her comforter off of her , she huffed in frustration before leaving her room to head to thor's. after a couple knocks , she watched the door open , and was greeted by the god of thunder himself as he opened the door. ❝ i can't sleep. ❞ she admitted , hardly giving even herself a chance to finish speaking none the less time for him to answer.
