Author's Note- I own nothing from Marvel.
"Thank you for your cooperation."
I smiled to myself as I walked out of the detention area. That "interrogation" had gone much better than I had anticipated. As I walked down the corridors, Fury's voice crackled on my earpiece, "Agent Romanoff, you've been up for the last 24 hours straight. Go immediately to your rack and get some shut-eye."
"Sir, . . .", I began.
"That's an order, Agent Romanoff. Bed. Now."
"Yes, sir", I capitulated. No reason to argue. I was dead exhausted. I don't think I'd slept at all since Loki took Clint.
I made my way to my room. A solo room on a carrier like this was a luxury and I was ready for some peace and solitude.
I must have slept less than 10 minutes when I awoke. I wasn't alone in my room. The first thing I did was hit the panic button hidden on the wall behind my mattress. I then began to grope for the gun under my pillow.
"All of your weapons have been . . . . confiscated, Agent Romanoff."
My heart sunk as I recognized that voice. A voice that had insulted me not an hour before. My mind whirled. I could only think of a few reasons why he would be here, in my room, instead of escaping off the ship and none of them were good.