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fingertips brushed idly over satin fabrics of cool blues, soft and slippery against her skin. ava had spent almost her entire life on s.h.i.e.l.d grounds. if not a safe house, a secure facility, if not a secure facility, a shell business, tucked away in back rooms or basements like a dirty little secret. she had never been out in public for something as simple and yet as luxurious as shopping. of course she had been to malls, to restaurants and cafes, to banks and businesses, but she had always been invisible then. tracking a target, aimed, shot, executed, or tasked with stealing secrets, sabotaging intelligence.
  ava glanced around the store front, at all of the different colours, fabrics, and styles, and felt like a particularly dirty deer caught in the headlights of a quickly approaching vehicle that was the disturbing realization that she had never actually dressed herself. every part of her wardrobe was made up of clothes provided by s.h.i.e.l.d, tactical gear, working gear, with the occassional grey legging and sweater.
  she didn't know the first thing about dresses, or suits, or even lingurie.  â i don't suppose this store has a work out aisle, does it? â  ava blurted to the unfortunate customer that was within speaking distance. abruptly, she felt even further underdressed when she actually made eye contact.
