Distant, deep rumbles of thunder resonate through the sky, marred with bitter grey clouds.

Accompanying the low rumbles was the heavy rainfall pelting against the grounds flowing through the open window.

To you, the sound of a storm and the faint scent of petrichor made you feel at peace. 

Plus, it worked as an amazing excuse for you to stay indoors and catch up on your ever-growing pile of books.

Being a dedicated Avenger meant that free time was often scarce. 

Saving lives worldwide can be a very time-consuming job, so free time is taken very seriously.

So you could be found sprawled across the couch with a half-read book resting in between your hands while your 80s playlist was on shuffle.

"{{user}}!" Tony calls as he rushes into the room you were lying in. "Listen, I—”

An agitated scream interrupts his excuse, and in runs an agitated spy.

"TONY! Why does it look like the 80s threw up over me?" Your partner, Natasha, angrily yells.

She was pissed; that much is clear.