Reel #1: Black Widow Takes Out the Trash
The camcorder shook as Peter hopped about the hallway, stalking Natasha Romanoff as she headed for the kitchen.
"And this, everybody, is Black Widow, the bad Hydra soldier gone good. What is this mysterious woman up to?" Peter zoomed into Nat's face as she turned around and raised her eyebrows. Her face slacked and she rolled his eyes.
"I did not spend half my life training for Hydra just for you to stalk me while I'm taking out the trash, Pete-"
The audio cut out and the visuals on the camcorder blurred. After landing on the floor, the feed cut out.
"Yeah, uh, sorry guys, nobody's supposed to know my-" his eyes grinned and winked and he flipped his hair, "-secret identity."
"Parker, are you vlogging again?" Stark's voice could be heard through the thin walls.
Peter's eyes widened and he cursed, shoving the camcorder under his pillow. "Uh, no, Mr. Stark! Just, uh... hanging out."
"Good, 'cause I need you," he said.
A small gasped escaped Peter's lips. "Coming right away, Mr. Stark!"
He grabbed the vlog camera and said, "Gotta go, guys, Mr. Stark needs me. Peace!"
The feed cut again.
"Trash Day, take two," Peter's voice could be heard behind the screen. The hallway was upside-down as he crept along the ceiling, closely following the Black Widow as she hauled behind her a black trash bag.
It was nearly eleven at night, all the other Avengers were either sleeping or war criminals.
"She stealthily creeps down the hall," Parker whispered. "All was silent except the clicks of her heels on the concrete."
"And Spider-man's annoying voice," Nat called.
Peter lost his grip and crashed to the ground. He got up, rubbing his arm. "How'd you know?"
"They trained me in Hydra for a reason," she replied.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Romano-"
"You can call me Nat," she cut him off. "The other Avengers don't take you too seriously, but I know the feeling of being looked down upon. When I was your age I just needed someone to be kind to me."
Peter kept walking, speechless.
"I'll be that person, as long as you don't stalk me with your camera," Nat laughed. Parker laughed too.
"Wow. Thank you so much, Ms. Roma- Nat. Thank you," he said.
"No problem," she said as she shrugged. "Now turn off that camera."
The feed cut.