A.N. This is my first fic ever, so please go easy on me. I got the idea to write this from Ariel96's story, You Can Trust Me, so I'm sorry if there are similarities, I tried to avoid those. Anyway, this fic focuses on Natasha, because nobody seems to write about her and she's my favourite character.
Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. or anything Marvel related. If I did, I would be writing scripts, not fanfics.
She grimaced. The man holding her was holding her wrists unnecessarily tightly, but no was was she going to complain. She didn't need to give him a reason to be mad at her. They walked up to the front door of the house. The potted plants by the front door were exactly the same fiery-red colour as her hair. The man rang the doorbell, and she could hear it ringing inside. The door opened, and there was a woman standing there.
"Here she is," the man holding her said. "Natasha Romanoff, age eleven." The woman smiled, it was a warm smile, and it instantly out Natasha at ease. Suddenly, a man was standing beside her. He was taller than her, with blonde hair, and friendly eyes. Natasha almost smiled at him, but then she remembered. Men were not to be trusted. At any point they would whip around and hurt her. She didn't want that. The woman frowned at the guard.
"Don't you think you're holding her a bit too tight? She's just a kid." The guard shook his head. "I'm not taking any chances. I've been told redhead here has a criminal record." The woman looked angry. Natasha winced, but the anger wasn't directed towards her. "That is no was to talk about a child," she almost shouted. "Especially one right in front of you!" She stopped shouting when she noticed Natasha shaking. She hated shouting. Shouting meant that someone was mad, and when someone was mad, she usually got hurt. The man put his hand in his wife's shoulder.
"Calm down," he said quietly. "You're scaring her." At this point, the guard decided his work was done. He started walking back down the driveway, to the car. "If you have any trouble with her, call us!" He then left. The woman smiled warmly to Natasha. "Do you have a suitcase?" Natasha shook her head. Everything she had was either lost or stolen. "That's alright, the man said. "We'll take you shopping in the morning. Natasha nodded, trying to seem emotionless. Maybe then they would send her back. They walked in, and two people came barreling down the stairs.