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Nakia was resting on her bed, her eyes on a fixed point in the blank ceiling. She was trying to stop herself from looking at the clock by her bedside table, which she had already done three times in the past five minutes. She’d been awake for the better part of an hour, but it was still too early to get up without people asking questions. As a way to keep herself in check, she forbid herself from getting out of bed before 5:30. It kept Shuri from scolding her (the irony of a teenager scolding her didn’t escape Nakia) and every once in a while she managed to get some sleep.

Today was a bad day, so with a grunt she gave up at 5:27 and threw the flimsy blanket away from her body. Her morning routine was methodical and efficient, which included but was not limited to avoiding meeting her own eyes in the mirror. She could pretend her cheeks weren’t sunken in, or that the bags under her eyes didn’t exist. She did, however, finger the vibranium band that hung from her neck once, taking a deep breath to get ready to face the day, before getting out of her tiny ensuite and heading for the day.

The sun hadn’t even come out yet, so Nakia still had a some time to go to the mesh hall and grab a coffee before heading to the greenhouse and watching the sunrise from there. She should probably grab a bite to eat too, or so the doctors told her when she was cleared, but her stomach couldn’t take it. It had gotten used to the meal a day they had to establish back when they were in Oakland, and it refused to budge.

She was sitting in her designated sunrise-watching spot, her legs tucked underneath her and her warm coffee cup in between her hands when she felt someone behind her. “Sneaking up on people isn’t a great idea this days, you know” she spoke softly, without bothering to look back.

Laura had told Ororo that Nakia was a frequent visitor to the greenhouse.  She could understand why, with them able to control the climate inside in order to grow things that thrived in warmer climes than New York State, there was something of the jungle to it.  She climbed the stairs; in some ways, it reminded her of her own glasshouse, back at the X-Mansion, her many beautiful and rare plants thriving under her care.

She caught sight of the younger woman, and hesitated.  Fences had been in the process of mending when the world had ended.  Ororo had been allowed to attend the wedding; which she did as quietly as possible.  She was recognised by some, of course, and she was glad to see a small but thriving mutant population in the country.  She had wanted to ask what was in place to train them in their powers, but she had bitten her tongue in the end.

Nakia spoke up then, and Ororo felt a slight sting of embarrassment.  <“I did not mean to sneak, Your Majesty.”>  She said, in Xhosa, deciding that formality was best until she could truly be sure of where she stood.

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Nakia was resting on her bed, her eyes on a fixed point in the blank ceiling. She was trying to stop herself from looking at the clock by her bedside table, which she had already done three times in the past five minutes. She’d been awake for the better part of an hour, but it was still too early to get up without people asking questions. As a way to keep herself in check, she forbid herself from getting out of bed before 5:30. It kept Shuri from scolding her (the irony of a teenager scolding her didn’t escape Nakia) and every once in a while she managed to get some sleep.

Today was a bad day, so with a grunt she gave up at 5:27 and threw the flimsy blanket away from her body. Her morning routine was methodical and efficient, which included but was not limited to avoiding meeting her own eyes in the mirror. She could pretend her cheeks weren’t sunken in, or that the bags under her eyes didn’t exist. She did, however, finger the vibranium band that hung from her neck once, taking a deep breath to get ready to face the day, before getting out of her tiny ensuite and heading for the day.

The sun hadn’t even come out yet, so Nakia still had a some time to go to the mesh hall and grab a coffee before heading to the greenhouse and watching the sunrise from there. She should probably grab a bite to eat too, or so the doctors told her when she was cleared, but her stomach couldn’t take it. It had gotten used to the meal a day they had to establish back when they were in Oakland, and it refused to budge.

She was sitting in her designated sunrise-watching spot, her legs tucked underneath her and her warm coffee cup in between her hands when she felt someone behind her. “Sneaking up on people isn’t a great idea this days, you know” she spoke softly, without bothering to look back.

Not much reason to stay up late currently.  Steve’s body used to short hours from taking turns on watch during the night.   To top it off, ever since the serum he didn’t need as quite as much sleep.  Not unless he was healing up from a major injury, and he just didn’t get sick anymore.   So yeah, he didn’t sleep much at night.   Either up really late or up really early.

Today one of those up really early kind of mornings.  He’d already gone for a run around  then inside of Haven.  Something to get the blood moving and help clear his head.   It didn’t bother him that few could match his speed and those that could, not everyone wanted to.   The rhythmic sound of his feet hitting the ground could put him in an almost meditative state.   Just him, his even breathing and his steady heartbeat.   

On his last lap he saw movement in the greenhouse.  Someone other early riser.  Which could be a good thing, or could be someone with something weighing heavily on their mind.  Or just a morning  person.   Either way it couldn’t hurt to check on them.   Wrapping up his jog he headed towards the greenhouse.

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It felt nice to just sit and rest for a little while.   While not in her nature to be idle for long after the long trek she appreciated the ability to just relax for awhile.   Pepper played both group organizer due to her own skills and scout thanks to the suit Tony sent for her.   Always the protective friend. Which saved her life, and the life of all the people she helped along the way.   Which lead to the need for constant vigilance.  Apparently reading the Harry Potter books made certain things stick in your head.

Right now she could rest.   Being at Haven meant strong walls and plenty of people to take turn with guard duty.   A chance to stop and enjoy a cup of coffee.   A smile curved on her lips as she wrapped both hands around the mug.   The simple things really could be the best.   Also not knowing how long they would have a coffee supply meant enjoy it now.