So this is another fic I started and had been sat on my laptop for several months waiting for me to delete or continue, so here you guys are:

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"Fury, I already told you; I won't do it"

"This isn't up for debate Romanov"

"I said no"

"Romanov you will be in medical along with the other Avengers at 0600 hours tomorrow morning!"

"Fury I-"

"And that is an order Romanov"

Natasha stormed out of the directors office, slamming the door behind her. She passed her five teammates and didn't stop until she reached her room.
They'd been forced to stay on the hellicarrier overnight (probably to prevent Natasha from not turning up and going AWOL), and the team had all been assigned a room; so it wasn't her room as such, but the room she'd been temporarily assigned.
As much as she would never admit being attached to a place or belongings, all she wanted right now was to curl up in her own bed surrounded by her books back at Stark tower...

There was a slow knock on the door a few moments later, and knowing exactly who it was; she called; "come in"

"Natasha, I-"

"No need to apologise Coulson. It's not your fault"

"The council are pushing for this, you understand?"

"It's wrong. It's just- backwards"

"I know, but Fury asked the others, and four of them voted to go ahead with it"

"They're morons"

"Agreed"

"Which four?"

"Who do you think? Clint sided with you, although he doesn't seem overly devastated they're going ahead with it, so I'm assuming he did so just to support you"

She smiled a little at that, she could always count on Clint. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes...

Shame the others weren't so thoughtful. This was a bad idea, she just knew it.

"They've tested it by the way. They've successfully trialed it on numerous occasions with no noted side effects... If that makes you feel any better?"

"Thanks, but no; it doesn't"

"I know why you're so reluctant Natasha, but Fury wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, to any of you. You just need to remember that"

"If you don't mind Coulson, I'm just going to go to bed and try to get some sleep"

"Sure, I'll be right outside..."

"Standing guard?"

"Natasha, I'm sorry"

"I get it, Fury doesn't want me to bolt and mess up his stupid plan"

"Something like that... I thought it'd make you feel better if it were me..."

"I do" she offered him a little smile; she really was grateful. He took it as her ending the conversation and took his cue to leave;

"See you in the morning"

"Six am sharp" she deadpanned, and Phil offered her a gentle smile

"You'll be fine Natasha; I'll be there to make sure"

"Thanks Phil"

"Goodnight, Natasha"