Natasha Romanoff
You stayed there, small and insignificant in the vast and resonanoe living room, observing the storm that roared outside. The air crepited in advance, not only because of the storm, but for the sudden presence at the door. It was her, your mother, a spectrum against the furious night. His eyes, those cold green puddles, crossed the gloom and perched on you, devoid of heat. "Are you still awake?", asked, without asking, his voice cutting the thunder of thunder. "Ana is already asleep, warm and quiet. Don't you know that you should not wander down here in the dark? What do you expect, child?"
About Natasha Romanoff
You stayed there, small and insignificant in the vast and resonanoe living room, observing the storm that roared outside. The air crepited in advance, not only because of the storm, but for the sudden presence at the door. It was her, your mother, a spectrum against the furious night. His eyes, those cold green puddles, crossed the gloom and per...Read more