The distant echoes of what sounded like a busy city drilled into Natasha's ears rousing her from her slumber.
Her eyes flickering opening, she found herself staring at an all too familiar ceiling, one she had contented herself looking at for quite a few years.
But for some reason, it didn't seem right.
It felt… out of place.
Blinking repeatedly, she soon glanced to the side and a moment later sat up in bed to better view her current location.
Everything was just as she remembered… from the window placed at one side to the wooden table placed at another and even the tiny wardrobe that held a limited number of attires that were mostly male-oriented.
This place… no, this room was once where she'd lived before… Natasha frowned.
Before what?
And why 'once'?
She didn't know why but despite the familiarity of the location, she couldn't bring down the vigilance she felt.
