Zofia Stilinski. Member of the McCall-Hale Pack. Level 7 S.H.E.I.L.D agent succeeded STRIKE Team Delta, prodigy of BlackWidow and Hawkeye.
A teen haunted by her past, given a new life when recruited by Nick Fury himself.
Who would've thought that s...
"Oh, yes I can make it now the pain is gone All of the bad feelings have disappeared Here is that rainbow I've been praying for It's gonna be a bright (bright) Bright (bright) sunshiny day."
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Beacon Hills. 12:27AM.
ZOFIA STILINSKI LAY SIDEWAYS ON HER BED, head hanging of one side and her legs hanging over the other, the woman had one arm draped over her distant eyes. She stared at the ceiling, void of emotion yet her throat was clogged, she felt choked up.
Her blank stare was interrupted as a shirt was thrown towards her. Letting out a squeak, she flailed her arms to catch the already fallen T-shirt and fell off the bed with a gasp. Glaring, the twenty two year old grabbed the shirt and stood quickly staring at the two werewolves in front of her. Isaac Lahey was laughing at her from his place on the desk chair, grasping his hoodie. Derek was leaning against the desk and trying to hide his grin behind his hand, his stupid perfect eyebrows raised.
Stiles humfed at them before turning to find the culprit. Lydia, her best friend was stood with her arms crossed, directly infront of the large open closet. "Zee, stop silly dallying, if we're meant to be helping you pack all of your clothes what exactly are you meant to be doing?" She asked with a raised plucked eyebrow.
"I, Uh, I uh, I'm meant to be...uh...packing my other things?" It was more of a question than a statement, and let let out a breath of air when she merely nodded and pointed to the empty suitcase that was on the floor by her feet. With a huff, she walked towards the desk and picked up her makeup.
"Issac, come on man, can you give me a hand with these? Please?" She begged, eyes wide. She was just so lazy. Seeing it wasn't going to work she pulled out the big guns - not literally - and pouted once, which was all it took to get the curly haired teen to grab her nick nacks on her desk.
"So, where are you going again?" Asked Isaac.
"–Dad is sending her off to New York for a while, cmon, Issac, we've told you this.. like four times already." Her younger brother answered from the door where he leant on the frame.
"Get over here and help me." Zofia told her brother before turning her attention towards the adorable blue eyed teen, "It's just for a few months. I just.. need to get away for a while, and look at collages, I can't stay with the pack forever, I need to make money." Lydia smiles sadly at her friend, while she was close with Allison it would never amount to the bond the Argent and Stilinski shared. The death of Allison particularly broke Zofia, and staying in Beacon Hills just wasn't how she healed from a death, she need time away, unlike her friends who preferred staying with one another for comfort.
"You know that I am going to be visiting you on weekends right?" Lydia tried to brighten the mood with a large smlile, "Shopping in New York will be amazing." The strawberry blonde commented.
Zofia laughed a little. Of course she would come for the shopping. What girl wouldn't?
"Definitely. Maybe try out some classic New York tourist stuff." She smiled at them, zipping up the final suitcase and put it next to her duffel bag. With a deep breath she stared at her room. It looked strangely bare, but with a smile she tugged the suitcase away.
She was ready for a new start.
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A/N: DO YOU GUYS MIND TONY STARK AS THE LOVE INTEREST? This will start before Ironman I and I will age him to thirty so it's not a huge age difference.
