She crossed her arms, making herself comfortable on the sofa. Although, it wasn't too easy with Steve on her right and the chair arm digging into her left side. "Okay, that's it. I'm pulling up a floor!" She slid onto the floor, a cushion appearing where she landed.
"And why couldn't you do that earlier?" James asked as Sam accidentally elbowed him again.
"Because the thought didn't cross my mind until now." Eira hid a yawn behind her hand. "Ugh ... I think I'll need tomorrow off. And the whole day in my room. Without a disruption unless it's extremely important." She stood up. "Well, I'm going to bed. Good night."
The next morning, as Steve was getting breakfast prepared, he looked out at the dawn. What he saw made him almost drop the pot of coffee. Instead of a normal dawn sunrise, the sky was split in two. The left showed the colors of the new day, but the right still showed the night sky.
He alerted the Avengers about the issue, and they all seemed concerned. All but one.
Steve stood outside her door, hand raised to knock. Although, he didn't made a sound to wake her up. He opened the door instead, surprised at how dark her room was. "Eira?" he asked. When that failed, he entered the inky room. "Eira? You awake?"
Movement came from inside her room, along with a moan. Steve put a hand on the wall, feeling for the light. When he found it, he dimmed it as much as he could and still see. Eira was curled up on her side, her back facing the door. Or, that's what he thought. It was hard to tell with the black comforter when she was hiding under it. He left her room and returned to the kitchen. "Anyone know how to wake an Asgardian?" he asked.
Natasha looked up. "Eira?" When Steve nodded, she sighed, "I think you should leave her alone. Vision's working it out."
After an hour (and sunrise on the left), breakfast, and dish cleanup, Vision returned. "Well, I don't have a clue what's causing this. There is no phenomenon that I'm aware of that would cause this."
"Then do you have an idea how to wake Eira up?" Steve asked.
"Have you tried to shake her awake? Pulled off the covers? Ice water?" Sam asked.
None of the suggestions worked. Eira was still asleep, and Steve couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that whatever was going on with the sky wasn't good. When he left her room again, Ryu was waiting outside. "Let me guess. She's still asleep."
"I don't know what to do." Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair.
Ryu cracked his neck and knuckles. "I've got this. Give me ten minutes." He went into her room, and Steve watched what the dragon did. Eira's son pushed the Asgardian off the bed and shifted into a dragon that barely fit into the room lengthwise. Moving carefully, Ryu laid down on Eira, effectively cutting off her air supply.
Steve didn't want to watch the rest, so he just waited outside the door.
The sound of scales moving a few minutes later urged Steve to look inside again. Eira sat up, gasping for air. "RYU!" she shrieked. A banshee or dragon would lose to that high-pitched noise. "WHAT IN THE NINE REALMS WAS THAT FOR?! And why am I soaking wet?"
"Steve tried to wake you up with ice water." Ryu glanced at the soldier.
Steve tried to defend himself. "I ran out of ideas to wake you up nicely."
Eira sighed, sitting on her bed. "So, what was so damn important to wake me up at this godforsaken time?" She pressed something on her phone, allowing the scene outside into her room. "And it's still night. So you woke up at some early ass time just for what?"
Ryu held up his phone, the time illuminated plainly in white numbers. 1:19 pm. "It's one in the afternoon, mother."
"Huh. That's not right. And you deemed this an emergency? It's nothing to be worried about yet. It's just something that's not allowing the sun's rays to hit the earth like it should. Send Vision to break it apart." Eira grabbed and placed the comforter back on her bed. "And let me sleep."
"We already did. Vision couldn't figure it out." Ryu gave Eira his best pouty face. "Will you do it for us? Please?"
Eira huffed. "I'm going to have to, aren't I? Just so you'll stop pestering me and let me sleep." She stood up and donned her armor. "I'll have this fixed in no time."
Monday morning had brought the Asgardian back to her usual self, complete with her unwillingness to do much. "What, Romanoff?" she asked.
"What are you going to wear to Stark's Party?" The redhead asked.
"Clothes." Eira took a sip of the liquid in her mug. "Naturally."
"But vat are they going to look like?" Wanda pressed.
"It'll be a dress, unfortunately. I've been working on it for about two hours now." Eira set down her mug, continuing to play on her phone. "So I'd much appreciate it if you'd stop pestering me."
"You do know zat Stark's party is on Vednesday?"
"Of course I do. Why do you think I've been working so hard on this? I've almost got it do- and now I've got somewhere I need to be. See ya." Eira grabbed her keys off the counter, leaving the mug.
"Does anyone know where everyone else is?" Ryu asked. "I can't find any of the guys anywhere."
"They went out to get their suits refitted."
Ryu groaned. "Did Mother leave, too?"
"Vat do you think?"
"No!" Ryu gasped in horror. "I don't want to take ... that car."
"She left you the Impala." Natasha threw him the keys. "And she said no dents, either."
"I'd rather take the Bonneville than the Impala. Last time I took it, I had to fight off some guy stalking me." Ryu dropped the Impala keys on the counter. "Where did she hide the keys this time ..." he asked, looking on the keyring by the fridge. Finding the well-used keys he was looking for, the dragon left for the garage.
"Should we tell him?" Nat asked.
"No. He vill find out soon enough." Wanda had a devious smirk on her face.
Sure enough, Ryu came back, pissed off. "Fine, I'll take the Impala. Bonnie won't start at all ..."
"So, how's the whole being an Avenger thing going for you?"
"Oh, it's wonderful." Eira's voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Besides the fact that we have nothing to do, the world's mostly safe from major threats and Stark's killer robots, aliens, or otherwise horrible threats to humanity. You already know that, Steve."
The two were sitting at a corner cafe in a typical 'we-totally-planned-this' setting. Although, there was nothing typical as to what they were talking about.
"Well, is there anything I can do to help?" Steve asked.
"Unless you have a cure for boredom, no." Eira put her fist to her cheek, leaning against the table. "Even with technology this age has to offer, I've run out of things to do. And no, I don't want to read a book. I've already read all the ones even barely worth my time. It's a downside to having six days of not being able to sleep." Now she was picking apart the peach turnover in front of her.
The two sat in silence for a little bit, until the reporters and cameramen (and women), got on Eira's nerves. "Oh for the love of Valhalla, would you please leave us alone?!" She stood up, slamming her hands on the table. At the sight of her temper, a few broke away and left, leaving a dozen or so gossip vampires. "I'm not afraid to go back to prison for second degree murder! I'm more than happy to send you all to Hel!"
The look of pure terror on their faces was more than enough satisfaction for the Asgardian. Steve coughed, getting her attention again.
"I didn't expect that." Steve watched the last one run off into her car.
Eira shrugged, sitting down and assuming her bored position from before. "It's something I've learned to to over the years. Threaten to kill someone, and they run away like their lives depend on it. That's why Fury doesn't take me seriously. Pierce didn't, either."
Steve nodded slowly. "I can understand why. But you really shouldn't do that. People will spread rumors about you and avoid you."
"I don't care." Eira took a sip of her ice water. Even though the two were in the shade of the cafe, it was still pretty hot outside. "It's not as if I have good social skills, anyway. I'm more of a strategist than a silvertongue. Sure, I can fight my way through most of the time, but I hate watching people die." She sighed, nibbling on a piece of the turnover she ordered. "It's not that I can't be a socailite like Stark, I have all the means to be like that. A rich woman with a mansion to throw parties whenever she wanted ... I'm just not that kind of person."
"I see." Steve let the silence fall between them. Eira continued savoring her pastry, although Steve hadn't touched his cherry one. When she was almost finished, he had steeled up his nerve to ask her a question he had in his mind since he first saw her out and about today. "Would you count this as a date?"
Eira dropped the last piece of the flaky food, not noticing it crumble on the napkin. She had straightened up, a look of surprise on her face. "I thought this was a date ...?" she replied hesitantly. "If you don't want to count it as such, I wo-"
"No!" Steve blurted out. He reddened slightly as he continued, quieter, "no, I want to count it as our first date. I ... do you ..." He tried to think of the way he should say it to her.
Eira put a finger on his lips, effectively stopping him from talking for the moment. "Yes. Why do you think I would have been there seventy years ago?"
"Seventy years ago?" Steve was confused. He thought that she had just been a hallucination as the cold claimed his consciousness after he went into the ice.
Now Eira was finding a way to explain. "We shouldn't talk about it here. Ears everywhere." She gestured to the other patrons, who were giving them curious and gossip-greedy gazes.