The clock ticked away slowly. Everytime the seconds passed they felt as if time dragged on them making each lag on longer than the last. Two people sat in the large yet comfortable office one, a man, watched as a woman with fiery red hair stared at the clock that hung on the wall counting the minutes that passed.
He was almost afraid to say anything and break the silence created by the woman. Something about it seemed thick yet fragile like glass that his voice would shatter upon impact. So the only noise was the clock ticking away, something that somehow attributed to the silence and give it depth. With the end of each tick there an exaggerated silence before the next one. It soon turned deafening enough for him to break it out of pure discomfort.
"Agent Romanoff." he started, "I assume you know why you are here." The man's dark grey suit had his hands folded neatly in his lap as he lounged in the expensive looking arm chair. With dark hair was combed neatly and glasses hanging around his neck on a chain everything about him screamed professionalism. Even his dark wood desk was neatly organized as if a pencil out of place would cause his whole world to fall apart.
Natasha on the other hand was leaned back in her chair comfortable and relaxed. She was dressed in simple jeans and a S.H.I.E.L.D. t shirt instead opposite of his formal attire. Not only was her clothing choice casual but it was also wrinkled by being worn in for too long as she had been laying in plastic chairs that were standard issue in hospitals. "If you are asking if I understand what a mandatory psych eval. is the answer is yes."
He wasn't taken back at all by her sharp attitude towards him. "Natasha, may I call you Natasha?" The look she gave him was answer enough. "Alright then, this is much more than a psychological evaluation you know that don't you?"
"I'm aware." Even as Natasha said it she seemed bored. Leg twitching and her hair being tucked behind her ear only to be pulled back from behind it again to be played with, a mental note to cut her hair shorter was made. Though it seemed as if the entire meeting, though important, was a waste of her time.
"You don't seem very aware, or caring, of your situation." He observed though Natasha still seemed indifferent to his scrutiny. A mask of similar indifference to her reaction was on his face hiding that he felt far more frustrated to how casual she appeared to be. Working with frustrating people was his job, spies are the worst patients for a therapist. "Especially how important this meeting between us is . It seems to me like you think you have a better place to be."
Glancing quickly at the name tag perfectly placed on his suit jacket to get the name she had already forgotten. It was unlike a spy to forget a name, but she had other things more important than a therapists name on her mind. " every minute I spend here talking to you about things that have I have already explained I'm away from my partner. I'm sure you are aware of his situation."
He nodded slowly analyzing her every move. "I am aware of Agent Barton's condition which makes this meeting even more important. S.H.I.E.L.D. has to know if you are able to go back into the field."
"I've seen many terrible things in my life doctor and I've always kept going." She hoped that would be all the answer that she would need to give. It was no secret that Natasha had witnessed terrible things which she had all walked away from.
"But this isn't just another thing is it?" asked carefully. "Why don't you tell me what happened; I want to hear the unfiltered version not the PG version you gave your superiors."
She tensed off by the doctor's sudden enthusiasm that had seemed to be a thing that he could not achieve. "I don't know what you mean. Everything that happened is in my report."
He shook his head and grabbed the file from inside his desk holding it out to her. "This you mean?" Aimlessly he flipped through the pages of her report. "I have one word for this and it's formal."
"It is a formal report." Patience for Natasha was starting to wear thin. Her leg bounced up and down as nervous energy built up inside with every passing second she had to spend here she was away from the medical ward.
The doctor laughed at what wasn't a joke. "Yes, that it is. But this isn't a formal setting," Natasha held in her laughter, "I need every detail you can remember, and I know how hard that might be. But these are my orders straight from Director Fury."
The spy nodded slowly and stood from her chair. Without a word she ducked under the desk searching the bottom side for the lockdown button that was hidden in all doctors offices to ensure confidentiality. The click of metal sounded and she knew the room was secure so she turned to the doctor with a deadly gaze. "Sorry about that, I just don't want to be interrupted." If anyone needed to talk to her at the moment they had her number, and there was only call she would answer right now anyways.
"Where shall we start from?" The doctor asked clicking his pen and getting ready with a blank memo pad that sat in front of him.
Natasha looked back through her mission. Where to start something like that was something that was so spectacularly terrifying as Budapest. "Where do I start?" She asked no one. "Doctor when you travel through the ghost the only place to begin is the beginning. As cheesy sounding as that is."
The doctor didn't laugh at the lame attempt at a joke though he did set his pen down and got ready to take his notes. Eyes watching as her's drifted forward remembering the events of the past month and all the wreckage they had caused.
"It all began when Clint and I went shopping for a bow."
(A/N) This story is going to have a format simular to one of a book I read, Name of The Wind by Patrick Rothfuss is highly recommended. Basically every now and then there will be chapters like this in the third person but the bulk of it will be like you are reading Natasha telling you what happened in Budapest.