Just a few notes before you start reading.

*English isn't my native language. If you see something's wrong, like maybe a word that is spelled wrong or a sentence that's formulated wrong, please let me know so I can fix it as quickly as possible!

*This is my first ever fanfic, so right now I'm most experimenting.

*This fanfic is almost 100% based on my dreams. I just felt I had to write it down somewhere. So blame my mind if something feels like Wonderland

"Good morning, Miss Romanoff. I t's half past five in the morning on October 3. The temperature is 13 grades Celsius* and it looks to be raining outside" JARVIS words seemed to echo all around in the small SHIELD apartment. Natasha let her eyes crack open. Her sight was dizzy and it took several seconds for her to discern the white ceiling of her bedroom. She sat up in her bed and tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes.

"Half past five?!" She said, maybe a little bit too harsh, JARVIS was when it all comes around only doing his job. I really hope it's important, she said and swung her legs over to the side of the bed.

"I'm very sorry to wake you up, Miss Romanoff. But Mr Stark has required your presence in the lab." Jarvis said with his prefect british accent while Natasha tried to find clean clothes in her very messy wardrobe. Natasha usually liked JARVIS accent. It made her calm and happy. But today she really just whished JARVIS had a snooze button.

After a little digging she found a pair of jeans, a black tank top and a checkered shirt that didn't look like it had been worn for years. She tried it on. It was very tight over her shoulders and she could swear she could hear creaking's in the seams. But as long as she didn't button the buttons it would probably be alright.

She didn't bother to put on socks or try to find her shoes. She would just do this at quickly as possible and then return to her warm bed and probably sleep for the rest of the Sunday. She had been up almost all night last night, trying to finish an important report on her and Clint's latest mission. It still wasn't finished.

She sighed and opened the door to her SHIELD apartment. The corridor was dark and she couldn't see any people. But she hadn't expect it to be. No normal person she knew would rise and walk around in dark corridors 05:45 in the morning.

She thanked her lucky star that she knew the way to the lab in her head, because the corridors where still pitch black and wouldn't light up until seven. Fury really knew how to be efficient with power. And even if she knew the way, it didn't stop her from stumble into things like small desks and glass doors some idiot placed in the corridor. They were just for decoration and completely useless unless you liked pale white desks without function. They didn't even have drawers!

She let go of her irritation when she saw the lights from the lab. It stung in her eyes like a million bees at once and she had to stand there and get used to the sharp light a few moments before she entered the lab.

Everybody was there. Clint and Bruce – who both looked just as tired and exhausted as she felt, Fury who looked like he'd been awake for hours or maybe days and of course Tony Stark who looked like he'd been drinking a lot more coffee than he should as he babbled with big gestures about something that was nearly impossible to hear. She could also spot a red robe somewhere in the crowd so she was pretty sure Thor was there too.

"Finally Nat", Clint said when he spotted her in the doorframe. I thought we would have to wait forever. Take a seat. She sat down beside Clint on one of the many glass tables in the room.

Tony didn't stop when he saw Natasha walk in and take a side beside Clint. It felt more like he was speeding up for every word he said.

"That should be all", Tony said after five more minutes of babbling in a weird high speed scientific language that no one seemed to understand. Tony seemed to realize that, 'Couse he takes a deep breath and asked:

"Were there anyone in this room who understood a word of what I was saying?"

Silence.

"I think I might have snapped up a few words." Natasha froze. She recognized that voice. All too well. And the fact that it came from somewhere behind her back didn't make her feel any more safe.

Notes

*13 Celsius is about 55 Fahrenheit

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