A/N: The love interest will be Germany!
Desperate cries were heard from the depths of the room swallowed in unsympathetic darkness; these cries were plagued with loneliness and heartache as well as the aforementioned desperation. They were the tears and cries of a woman and a young woman at that. Heartbreak can bring the most strong willed of people into an unforgiving abyss of depression and isolationism. This young woman had never suffered a break down in all of her twenty two years of existence, but this pain was the worst she had ever experienced. She had not conversed with another person in days, not over the phone, through text message, email nor in person. She was suffering in her lonesome and in all honesty, she preferred it that way. As most of us do, she feared others would see her as weak for marinating in her own melancholy.
Of course, she had been plagued with her fair share of well-meaning intruders; who offered to clean her house for her or treat her to dinner so she wouldn't be alone. She would lie in her room, unresponsive until they vacated her home, not to be heard from after making a seventh or more attempt to pull her out of depression. Nothing seemed to faze her; even the thunderstorm that she was completely unaware of had not broken her out of her dispirited stupor. She had dropped a total of ten pounds since becoming this way a few months before; not that she had needed to, she had hardly been eating anything. Part of her subconscious was worried she would deteriorate if she didn't get out of this rut soon, but she could not find the strength, not even in the deepest recesses of her mind could she find enough strength.
Her hands released their death grip on her blue and white Avengers sheets, which she had had since she was fifteen years old. She felt the most comfortable, there in her bed, guarded by Captain America, Hulk and Iron Man who were featured on her comforter, sheets, and pillowcase. Her eyes opened slowly, their whites were a painful brick red color from the tears which had soaked her tired face. For anyone who knew her, it would be difficult to see her in this state; her hair an untamed mane of (H/C) locks, her mouth in an uncharacteristically sad frown and lastly, her beautiful (E/C) orbs filled with sorrow and melancholy. Underneath those eyes were bags, no twenty two years old woman should have bags of that scale.
She tossed her multitude of blankets off to the side and gingerly sat up, her head spinning slightly from the motion. Her royal blue Batman tee shirt pulled up a bit in the front as she arched her back, this sent a large crack up and down her spine. A sigh passed through her somewhat plump lips at the relief moving transmitted through her. Her bare feet brushed against the multicolored carpeting of the small bedroom she had been living in since she moved from home. She stood up and walked from the (F/C) walled room, opening the door and heading to her kitchen, searching for consumption. Finally, she decided on a plain bagel and a bottle of water.
Nothing besides the need to eat had gotten her out of the solace of her room; otherwise she would be a crying pile of self-loathing all over again. A sharp knock at her door sent a jolt down her spine and caused her to jump in her place standing on the hardwood floor of her kitchen. Her mind protested as she walked to the door, but her body had taken complete control of her actions. She opened up the front door and looked at whoever decided to intrude that day.
"It is nice to see you out of bed, (F/N)."