CHAPTER TWO: HE SHALL PERSONALLY THANK YE FOR THY SERVICES
The next two days, the poor brunette found it extremely hard to focus on her work. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the incident by the river. She clearly remembered her dazed state as she all but stumbled out of the area after the hero had been taken care of. She met up with her (ex) boyfriend, who hugged her and feigned worry, Lorry reveled in the memory of her palm meeting his cheek with a resounding smack calling him a spine-less loser who didn't deserve even a fraction of her time and walking away with tired but sure footsteps.
She was in her office, sitting behind her desk, watching the news on her computer. S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA had fallen, not that she cared, though she did know what S.H.I.E.L.D was, HYDRA? Not so much. The news anchor drawled on about how the S.H.I.E.L.D and HYDRA had now been thrown out in the open and all their Intel, data and secrets were now public for all to see. She mentioned Captain America's wounded state and his involvement in the incident but could say nothing any further as his whereabouts were in close wraps. The news also showed the footage of the legendary Black Widow in front of a counsel or whatever, her cool and calm attitude telling them all to 'kiss her ass' basically. Lorry grinned, Awesome lady...
A knock on her door startled the young lawyer and she jumped in her seat, looking at the person behind the glass door she shook her head and sighed. Damn her nerves, been like that for two days now. The light brown haired lawyer waved her hand as permission to enter, a young man poked his head inside and sent her a nervous grin, Lorry smiled back. "May I help you, Anderson?" she asked. Anderson shook his head, "There's someone at the reception asking for you". Lorry frowned, "Do they have an appointment?" she asked. The man shook his head, "I don't think she needs an appointment..."
Mother?
"Send her in."
To say that Lorry was surprised was an understatement. The woman had gone into shock.
She was focusing on clearing her desk (better clean it up real good or her mother would have her head for her untidiness, "Mothers. Amiright?") when the office door flew open and she looked up. Her grey eyes widened and she gaped, before her stood a petite woman (less short and better shaped than Lorry) with striking red hair and a smug grin. "Hi." the woman greeted. The brunette blinked and stood from her seat, "Hi..." she squeaked. "You're Loralie Coleman." it was a statement. She gulped, "y-yes... you can call me Lorry."
The red head noticed her discomfort and sent her a relaxed smile, "I'm Natasha Romanoff."
"I know. You're black widow."
Natasha grinned. "Aren't you going to offer me to take a seat?"
The brunette rubbed her upper arm sheepishly, "Sorry, please have a seat." she gestured towards one of the guest chairs in front of her desk. The red head sat down. Lorry followed her example and sat down on her chair, her expression wary.
"Did I do something?" she asked. "You're here to kill me, aren't you?" poor Lorry was shaking like a leaf. "Did I witness something I wasn't supposed to? Oh my God. I did, didn't I? I swear I won't tell anyone. Cross my heart and shit!" she panicked.
Natasha had a mischievous glint in her eyes but she decided to spare the scared brunette. She shook her head, "Rest easy. You're not in any trouble."
She saw Lorry take a huge breath of relief and almost giggled. Almost. "You saved THE Captain America. Thanks."
The other woman blinked, "Oh, I was just there at the right time, I guess."
"Why were you there?"
"I was on a date."
"There wasn't anyone else with you."
"He ran out on me." she shrugged.
Natasha grinned, "Quite the hero, huh?"
Lorry smiled, "Just a loser and an utter waste of my time."
"Men." the other agreed. Then her face turned serious. "What did you see?" I don't think you were the one who dragged him out of the water, you're too small."
Lorry blinked confused,"I know. I didn't fish him out. I just called the ambulance."
"Then who did it?"
"It was the other guy."
"What did he look like?"
"I didn't get a good look but he had long dark hair and some sort of metal armour on his arm... he was pretty handsome."
Natasha smiled, "Thanks."
Lorry shrugged.
An idea popped into the red head's mind. "I think that Captain would want to know this."
She grinned.
"Don't you wanna know how he's doing after you saved him?" she asked. Lorry smiled, "Oh yeah. How is he?"
"Healing."
"It's good to hear. I'm so grateful someone didn't die because I couldn't call the 911 on time."
The other chuckled.
"I think he would like to thank you for saving him."
"Well, you're welcome."
"Personally."
Lorry blinked, "What?"
Natasha smiled, she stood up and stretched her hand towards the other woman, "Let's go see him."
"Now?" Natasha nodded. Tentatively, the brunette stood and took the ex spy's hand, "Do you mind if we make a pit stop?"
The women entered the private hospital, the other female following the red head. She had a small bouquet of flowers as a get well gift in her hands.
Natasha led her down the corridor to a room which had two tough looking guards on either side of the door. Why not? He's a national hero. The red head waved her hand at the guards and they nodded, letting the woman in. "How are you feeling now, senior citizen?" she joked as she led Lorry into the room. The young lawyer shyly followed her and saw two men, the Captain on his bed and another fellow, dark skinned and handsome, sitting on a chair by his side. They looked at Lorry and turned to Natasha with questioning gazes. The Russian woman shrugged, "I reckoned you would want to personally thank your saviour."
Realisation hit him, he smiled politely, "Ma'am." he greeted. "Hello." she greeted the men shyly. She stepped forward and shook his outstretched hand, "Steve Rogers." he introduced himself. "Loralie Coleman". Then she shook the other gent's hand, "Sam Wilson." he grinned. Lorry smiled back, "Pleasure."
She placed the flowers on the side table, "I brought these for you." she said. Looking at him, she sighed in relief, "You look much better now, you weren't in a very good shape when...' she trailed off.
Steve smiled, "I'm very grateful to you for saving my life, Ma'am."
Lorry waved it of, "Oh no! It's no problem."
"She saw Bucky." Natasha cut in.
"Who?"
Steve looked at her, brows shot up in surprise and he looked at Lorry.
"The other guy." Natasha helped. Lorry made an 'oh' sound and nodded. "Uh yeah, that guy with the metal armour on his arm. He dragged you out of the water." she informed. "He didn't look so friendly".
Sam looked at her and shook his head, "It was not an armour, it was an actual metal arm."
Lorry looked at him incredulously, "You're kidding right?" she asked. Sam shook his head no, "It was a prosthetic."
Lorry gauged at him but shook her head, she turned to the blond man and continued, "He just looked-more like glared- at me and took off."
The man nodded and thanked her. An awkward silence took over until the brunette slapped her thighs and offered a smile to the trio, "Well, it's good to know that the national hero is alive and on the road to recovery. Not to mention, I'm in the company of superheroes. I'm honoured." she said. "It was good meeting you guys." she looked at all three of them, failing to notice the stern look Natasha gave to Steve as she turned to look at Sam and offer a handshake. With a final awkward wave she turned to leave, "Ma'am." Steve said, Natasha grabbed Sam's arm and dragged him out of the room. The girl turned around, "Yes?" she asked, blinking confused. He cleared his throat and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, "Thank you, for, uh, saving me back there. I wouldn't be alive if you hadn't been there and called for help". He looked at her, his gaze meeting hers, "I would like to repay you, show my gratitude."
Lorry almost choked on her spit, Say whaaat?
"Would you allow me to buy you a cup of coffee?"
She looked at him, his face was covered in cuts and bruises but they were all healing nicely and most had faded away. Well, you don't just refuse Captain America.
She smiled and reached into her purse fishing out a small white business card and a pen. She turned it to its blank side and hastily scribbled on it. Walking over to the man, she handed him the card, "I'm free on the weekend, you can give me a call and we'll arrange a meeting."
He took the card and nodded, flashing her a grin.
"Will do."
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