Dragonscales

Chapter 10|Get in the Car Loser We're Going Shopping

I looked at the racks of clothing laid out before me. Natasha and Clint had taken me to a "mall" for clothes shopping. I was wearing a black tank top, black leggings, and a denim jacket. Concealing my horns and ears was a blue, floppy hat. I probably could've cast an illusion, but I didn't want to waste my energy on a difficult spell. I sifted through a rack of black clothes. We had already been to two stores, buying shoes and formalwear. I would have to attend parties thrown by Tony.  

I picked up a sweater with the shoulder part cutout. It had stars stitched onto the sleeves.  I ducked into the changing room with the stack of items I had picked out. They were mostly black. I looked at myself in the dressing room mirror. My bones were easily visible underneath my pale skin. Those two years were hard on me. Most days I was hungry. I sighed and finished trying everything on. I was safe now, wasn't I? I exited the changing room with my new clothes that fit. Natasha paid with a plastic card and we left the store. 

"So, kid, where do you want to go next?" Clint asked as we were walking. I looked like a teenager, and I was in human years, but I was at least a hundred years older than him. I decided to not tell him that I wasn't a child by human standards. "I don't know. Could we get some art supplies?" I inquired. I didn't want to impose. "We can," Natasha answered. 

They led me to a store that sold art supplies. I didn't know what half of the stuff was. "Get whatever you want, kid, we're spending Tony's money." I picked out a palette of watercolor paint, paint brushes, watercolor paper, a set of sketching pencils, and a sketchbook. Natasha again paid for the items and we left. 

Once we got back to the tower, the Avengers left for a mission. That left Loki, Tourmaline, and I alone in the tower for at least a couple hours. I curled up onto a couch and began sketching something. It had been a while since I'd touched a pencil so it wasn't my best work. Still, it felt good to draw again. I found myself drawing the wilting petals of a thistle. 

Loki walked into the living room reading a book and sat down next to me. I looked over at him quizzically at the casualty of it. "I've been sitting on this couch before you moved in and I refuse to change couches. Besides, can't I sit with a friend?" Loki replied. I resumed shading a petal. Loki's eyes flicked over to my sketchbook. "What are you drawing?" He asked. "The flower I was named after." 

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(A/N)

I'm sorry about not updating in so long but the holidays were very hectic for me. See you guys next week!

~The Author