Evenings in the sanctum void fills the contempt atmosphere, especially when Wong wasn’t around to fill the void and though it wasn’t late as per say but Bats had already retired to sleeping or whatever the equivalent to sleeping was for a ghost dog, he was doing just that in Stephen’s bedroom. What else was there to kill the time with a relaxing bubble bath, Stephen was lost in the aromas of the bath salts and lavender with a mug of hot chocolate on the side of the tube as it was the season for such sugary drinks. For the first time in years, everything finally melted away... For a brief moment, when he sensed someone lurking in the shadows downstairs and he leapt out of the tube, covered himself and quick spell casted to dry off immediately, partly clothing himself in pants, at least. In the same heartbeat, opening a portal up to the kitchen and emerging from it, one stride was all it took. Unmistakeable red hair, dead give away. “Miss. Romanova,” Stephen cleared his throat, not a doubt in his mind she knew he was there. Tugging his shirt over his torso to be fully covered, now and one brow arched. “I think you have mistaken my kitchen for your own.” He said, annoyance rumbling in the back of his throat all he wanted was to have a bubble bath in peace but no.
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