Chapter 13
It was a bright sunny mid day afternoon when Natasha heard a knock at her door.
"Come in." She grunted as she was walking around her room in a handstand. "Gypsy, I thought that was you I heard behind the door." She mustered out the response before gently bringing her legs down and standing upright. Seeing Natasha in an upright position immediately made Gypsy rethink telling her. This was a woman who could kill you with a paper clip. No seriously, she can kill you with a paper clip. She had tried to teach Gypsy but somehow the thought didn't sit well with her. Shaking that gruesome thought out of her mind Gypsy recovered and moved over to sit on Natasha's ottoman.
"You could tell it was me?" Gypsy raised an eyebrow. "I hear everything within my vicinity. Perks of the job." She smiled devilishly. Gypsy smiled back and wondered how she would start. But as usual Natasha was already a step ahead. "How are you and Cap? He seemed pissed this morning and he isn't under you like a puppy dog. Did he piss you off, because if he did I can definitely find a way to make him regret it." Her tone was playful but her eyes held a fire that meant she had no problems turning on her Black Widow switch. Gypsy drew in a breath and stared directly at Nat. "Actually it's the other way around." Gypsy said looking beyond guilty in a feeble attempt that she might garner some sympathy from her. "You've lost me." Natasha said with a dead-pan face. "I'm gonna have to start from the beginning and you are most certainly not going to be happy about it or me, but I hope you can at least understand."
So Natasha sat there and listened to everything Gypsy had been going through. She remembered her training and made sure to breathe slowly because if she didn't the tight fists she was concealing would surely cut off circulation to a vital organ. "So that's why I'm here and why I came to you. Not to mention Dad is too scared to put surveillance in your room." Gypsy finished with a nervous laugh. She was making jokes which was a clear sign that not only was she sad, nervous or mad but above all else she was desperate. "Listen very closely to me Gypsy." Natasha said with gritted teeth. Gypsy almost flinched when Natasha relaxed her hands and placed it on her shoulders. Still she had to look her in the eyes because Natasha would break her neck if she didn't.
"I am so unbelievably angry at you right now. At this very moment I want to break something." Gypsy's eyes widened with fright. Nat noticed that and quickly said "Some. Thing. Not. You." Gypsy breathed a small sigh of relief. "Don't get comfortable though. I will punish you for this but not now. I want to ensure your punishment fits your crime." Natasha's smile was wide and toothy. Like Brucie from Finding Nemo. "My crime?" Gypsy gulped as she attempted to shift herself away from the Russian's grasp. "Your crime of not telling Cap or your Dad, who by all accounts has a right to know, and most importantly for thinking I would ever turn my back on you. I, more so than most know what's it's like to be alone, and while I've gotten accustomed to it I like having a sister to look out for much more." Gypsy's eyes were shining with the threat of tears and unexpectedly Nat pulled her close and whispered quietly "It's okay. You're not alone. We will figure this out." Natasha stroked her little sister's hair. "How?" Gypsy sniffed. "Simple we need to talk your big brother...Thor."