Chapter 2: Bonding in New Life
Hey guys! I already had this chapter pre-made, so you get 2 in 1 day! This will now be written from Elena's point of view. Also, sorry but this chapter is more about Elena being introduced into SHIELD more so it won't have action. These first few chapters will probably be more on the slow side. Bonding between the people of SHIELD and Elena ahead! –Cleo
"Tasha, have you seen my jacket?!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs. It had been a few weeks since I'd got here and things were finally beginning to settle down and get comfortable. Natasha and I had gotten used to each other and we were getting closer every day. Even though I could use her full name, I still choose not to. I like calling her Tasha, it makes me feel special.
"It's on the couch!" Natasha shouted back from the kitchen. I smiled as I recognized the smell of bacon and eggs. Turns out, Natasha was actually a pretty good cook. I quickly snagged my jacket from the couch before putting it on and zipping it up. It was my favorite jacket. Natasha bought it for me when we went shopping for clothes a couple weeks ago and I loved how soft it was.
"Is the food almost ready?" I questioned excitedly as I sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. Natasha smiled in amusement at my eagerness. I was proud that the agent was beginning to smile more around me; I took it as a well-earned achievement.
"Just about, I just need to finish frying the eggs." Natasha stated as she set a couple plates down. Once the food was on the plate I practically devoured it. I never had good food like this when I was living with the bad men. They only gave me some gross mushy stuff that tasted like bad feelings.
"Don't eat so fast, you don't want to be sick today." Natasha scolded as she looked up from her own plate. I looked up at the woman before nodding and eating at a slower pace. Natasha was right after all. Today was the first day that we were going back to SHIELD. Natasha had been given time off from Director Eyepat- oops, Fury is what I meant. He wanted us to be able to settle in. He also said that he wanted her to bring me in after a few weeks so he could check up on how we were doing.
I personally was doing lots better than how I was before. My ribs weren't poking out anymore and I wasn't covered in dirt all the time either. Natasha told me that it was normal to take a bath at least every other day if not every day. I had never taken a bath before. My favorites were the bubble baths! Natasha would let me play with some duckies and I got to make bubble beards. I gave her one once; I don't think that she liked it very much.
After breakfast, Natasha put away the dishes and we went outside to our car. I like riding in the car. Everything went by so fast. I tried to count the trees that went by, but I couldn't count more than 3 in a row because I couldn't keep up! I don't like car seats though, cause Natasha said that they're for little kids, and I'm not a little kid. I tried telling her that once, but she just laughed and rubbed my head. I don't like her messing up my hair either.
After a couple minutes we drove back into the garage and Natasha parked the car. As she got out of her door I fumbled around with my buckle, trying to get out. I remember that Natasha pressed on the big, red part in the middle so I did that to. It didn't budge at first, but I gave it another hard push and it popped open. I smiled proudly as I hopped out of my seat just as Natasha opened my door. She stared at me with a surprised look on her face as I hopped out.
"Look Tasha! I got out of my seat!" I shouted excitedly as I pointed at myself. Natasha merely rubbed her head and mumbled something that sounded like 'child proof' and 'stupid enhanced strength'. I ignored it. Natasha mumbles like that sometimes. I waved at some adults that passed by and they smiled and waved back. I never understood why Natasha didn't smile as much as others, but I'll just have to help her with that.
Natasha grabbed my hand and began leading me towards an elevator. Once we got inside she pressed one of the buttons and the elevator doors closed behind us. I looked up at her as I had a thought.
"Are we gonna see Ms. Maria today too?" I questioned. Ms. Maria was really nice to me when we first met; she even gave me some crayons to draw with. I still think she draws a much better uni-bunny.
"I think so. She's usually wherever Fury is, and we're going to see him right away." Natasha shrugged. I nodded, happy with her answer. The elevator doors opened again and Natasha pulled me along until we entered into a large room with a table in front of us. Computers lined the walls towards the back of the room and agents were sitting at all of them. (Imagine the helicarrier's bridge, except on land)
Mr. Fury was standing on a platform that overlooked all the computers, and Ms. Maria was standing at his side. Natasha was right, as always. I ran up to the two with a smile on my face and I copied that thing I saw others doing. I believe that Natasha called it a salute.
"Agent Elena, reporting for duty!" hehe, duty. What a funny word. I giggled a little as I held up my hand to my forehead. Ms. Maria smiled a little as she looked at me while Mr. Fury smirked before saluting back.
"At ease soldier." He said. I was guessing that I could put down my hand so I did while Natasha finally caught up and stood next to me. Mr. Fury's eye stared me up and down. Natasha told me that I was being 'examined' when he did this, and that it wasn't a big deal. Except when some strange man does it, then Natasha told me they were 'perverts' and I was allowed to beat them up. She told me to hit them in the spot between their legs and then make a break for it.
After Mr. Fury was done examining me he smiled.
"You look like you're doing well Elena. Are you happy?" He questioned. I smiled and nodded my head.
"Yup! Tasha took me to see a movie yesterday. It was about toys that came alive! I wish my toys did that; they would be so much more fun. But, Tasha told me that it was only 'fiction' and that toys didn't really talk like that, so that's sad." I finished with a slight frown before looking up at Mr. Fury.
"Do you think that toys come alive?" I questioned the man. He shook his head.
"No, I'm afraid that they don't Elena." He stated. I let out a huff that blew my bangs up.
"I thought so. Tasha's never wrong, but I was hoping that she was this time." I pouted as I kicked the floor before shaking my head and looking back up, a smile once again on my face.
"But, that's okay! Cause they're still fun, especially Larry. He's my new teddy bear that Tasha bought me." I explained happily. Larry was the best. He was soft and squishy. I noticed that Natasha and Ms. Maria both had weird smiles on. Looking around, I could see that some of the other agents were looking at me with the same smile. Most of them were women too.
"What?" I questioned as I tilted my head. Everyone seemed to shake their heads and go back to what they were doing. Girls are weird sometimes. Natasha and Ms. Maria were still smiling a little, but thankfully Mr. Fury pulled them out of it with his voice.
"Anyways, I just wanted to make sure that you and Agent Romanoff were settling in okay, and I wanted to introduce you to some people. Is that okay?" He asked as he walked over to some screen and entered in a message. I nodded.
"Sure, as long as they don't rub my head." I shrugged. Natasha chose that exact moment to rub my head. I glared at her as I fixed my hair. I heard that when people repeatedly do something that they know you don't like, they're trying to annoy you. Based on the smirk that Natasha had, I'm guessing that she was doing that.
I looked over towards the doors as they opened and a man stepped in. He had really short brown hair and was wearing a suit. I stared at him.
"Don't you get hot in that mister? I feel like that'd be really uncomfortable. Oh, or are you getting married? I saw a video about a wedding a few days ago and everyone was wearing suits. Congratulations!" I announced with a smile. Natasha, Ms. Maria, and Mr. Fury all sighed and shook their heads.
"She really goes off, doesn't she. How do you deal with her 24/7?" Ms. Maria asked Natasha who shrugged.
"It's an art. You just have to be prepared to talk about a hundred different topics all at once." She explained. I looked over at them in confusion before looking back at the suit guy who was staring at me in confusion and shock.
"Uh, sir? Why is there a child here?" he asked. Mr. Fury walked up behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Coulson, meet Elena. She's your subordinate's new charge." He stated as he pointed over at Natasha who waved at Mr. Coulson. Mr. Coulson on the other hand merely stared at me with wide eyes. He began examining me and I frowned. Does he count as a strange man? I looked at Natasha in question.
"Tasha, is he a pervert?" I asked. Immediately I could hear people laughing by the computers. Ms. Maria was hiding her smile behind her hand while Mr. Fury and Natasha were smirking. Mr. Coulson shook his head, staring at me in confusion before Natasha shook her head.
"No Elena, it's okay. He's a friend just like Fury." She explained. I nodded in understanding before going up to the man and holding out my hand.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Coulson! My name's Elena." I smiled. He stared at me for a little longer before a smile spread on his face.
"Nice to meet you Elena. And, please call me Coulson." He said as he shook my hand. I tilted my head as I stared at him in confusion.
"But, isn't that a no-no? I heard that kids have to always have labels in front of adult's names. And, if they don't they get punished." I explained. That's what I learned from the bad men. They never liked me saying any of their names. Everyone seemed to stare at me until Natasha knelt down next to me.
"Did the bad men teach you that?" She questioned. She seemed kinda mad so I nodded sheepishly. Mr. Coulson looked confused at that, but Mr. Fury said that he'd explain it later. Natasha ignored them as she continued.
"It's okay if the adult says that it's okay. No one's going to punish you for it. But, if it makes you feel better, you can call him…Uncle Phil." She seemed to smirk at Mr. Coulson as she said this. He sighed, but smiled at me.
"It's okay if you call me Coulson, or Uncle Phil." He stated. I put my hand up to my chin in thought.
"Hm…Uncle Phil." I decided with a smile. Natasha smiled smugly and Uncle Phil sighed, but smiled at me anyways. I looked over at Ms. Maria and tilted my head as a thought crossed my mind.
"Does that mean that I can call you Aunt Maria?" I asked. She looked surprised for a minute, but she smiled at me soon after.
"Of course you can." She said as she nodded. I smiled back before turning towards Mr. Fury.
"Hm…you're the boss of everyone here, right?" I questioned. He looked confused, but nodded.
"Everyone, but the council." He stated. I nodded before continuing.
"If you're the boss, then you're like the dad of everyone here. But, I'm a lot younger than the other people so that doesn't count for me." I mused. Everyone just continued to stare at me confused. I looked back at Mr. Fury.
"…You're Grandpa Fury!" I announced proudly. Silence covered the room before laughing emerged from the agents at the computers. Aunt Maria, Natasha, and Uncle Phil were all smirking too. Grandpa Fury merely stared at me before sighing.
"There's no chance that you'll go back to Mr. Fury?" He questioned. Immediately my smile was wiped off of my face and tears filled my eyes.
"You *sniff* don't like it?" I asked tearfully. Unknown to me, Natasha, Aunt Maria, Uncle Phil, and all the agents in the room were sending death glares at Grandpa Fury for making me cry. Grandpa Fury sighed before rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"No, no. I like it. I can be your…Grandpa Fury." He groaned out the last part. Immediately a smile lit up my face and my eyes cleared of any tears.
"Yay!" I cheered as I ran at him and hugged his legs. He just patted my head. I preferred patting to rubbing. Suddenly the doors opened again and my attention was drawn to another man. He had short brown hair, but it was longer than Uncle Phil's. The man wore a leather vest thing and he had a bow with arrows on his back. Bow and arrows…I've seen this before!
"Robin Hood?!" I shouted as I pointed at the man. He merely stared at me like I was crazy before looking up at Grandpa Fury.
"Who's the kid?" He questioned. Grandpa Fury merely sighed again.
"Barton, meet Elena. Romanoff has taken her in." He explained. Mr. Barton's eyes widened as he looked up at Natasha.
"Seriously?" He asked. She just smiled and nodded in response. The man's eyes shifted back to me and he began to examine me. I glared. Why does everyone do that?! I looked over at Natasha with a questioning gaze as I pointed a finger at Mr. Barton. She looked between us before an evil smirk spread on her face and she nodded in affirmation. I nodded. Pervert confirmed.
I walked up to the man before stopping right in front of him. He looked at me in confusion as we locked eyes. I merely smiled up at him innocently, before punching him right between the legs.
"You know Clint, if a little girl can get the drop on you I think you're losing your touch." Natasha smirked as Mr. Clint grabbed the ice pack from an agent before carefully placing it between his legs. He looked up and glared at Natasha.
"How was I supposed to know that she'd punch me right out of the blue?!" He whined. I tilted my head.
"Because you're a pervert. Tasha said to always go for between the legs." I explained. He stared at me with wide eyes before glaring at Natasha again.
"You little-!"
"Good work Elena. You took down the pervert." I looked behind me to see Aunt Maria with a smirk on her face.
"Yes, he was one of the biggest perverts around." Uncle Phil added. Mr. Clint looked between them, a betrayed look on his face. He turned towards Grandpa Fury in desperation.
"C'mon Fury! Explain it to her!" He complained. Grandpa Fury kept a neutral expression.
"…He was quite the hassle." He finally stated. Mr. Clint groaned again and slumped in his chair as I smiled proudly. Natasha smirked again before patting my shoulder.
"Don't worry now Elena. He's not a pervert anymore." She stated. I looked up at her in confusion.
"He's not?"
"Nope, he's now a new man thanks to you. All because you punched him in the right spot." She explained. I nodded in understanding before walking up to Mr. Clint and patting him on the leg.
"Make good choices Mr. Clint." I stated simply. That seemed to set everyone off as they began laughing. I looked around in confusion as Mr. Clint merely grumbled. I looked up at Uncle Phil as he and Grandpa Fury were the only two not laughing.
"Uncle Phil, what's so funny?" I questioned. He merely shook his head with a smile. Mr. Clint suddenly sat up.
"Wait, he's Uncle Phil?" He questioned. I nodded.
"Yeah, and she's Aunt Maria and he's Grandpa Fury." I explained as I pointed at the two. Mr. Clint began laughing when he heard 'Grandpa Fury', but after he calmed down he smiled and pointed at himself.
"What about me kiddo? Can I be Uncle Clint?" He asked excitedly. I thought about it for a moment before shrugging.
"Sure! You can be Uncle Clint." I announced with a smile. He cheered before picking me up and flying me around. I laughed. Now that he's not a pervert, Uncle Clint is pretty cool. After he set me down he began to rant.
"This is awesome! Now I can teach someone to shoot arrows too! I bet you'll love it! Oh, me and you could go flying in the quinjet and shoot some targets from up there! I could get you your own mini-bow!" He shouted excitedly. His rant was cut short as Natasha smacked him over the head.
"Calm down you oversized toddler. She's just 7. She has time before getting into that stuff." She stated as she placed her hands on her hips. Meanwhile, I was playing around with an arrow that I had snagged from Uncle Clint's bag. Aunt Maria was the first to notice me.
"Uh, little late for that Romanoff. I think she's going to stab someone with that." She stated as she pointed at me. I pouted as Natasha walked over to me and took the arrow, giving it back to Uncle Clint. Then a thought struck me.
"I don't have a label for Tasha!" I shouted in alarm. I can't believe that I didn't give one to Tasha! They all looked over at me in surprise as I shouted out, before Natasha shrugged.
"I don't really need a label. I'm fine with Tasha." She stated. I shook my head and she sighed.
"I could just be Aunt Tasha then." She suggested. I shook my head again, it just didn't sound right. Uncle Clint sniggered.
"How about Grandma Tasha?" He added. Natasha immediately shut him up with a glare before turning towards me with a smile.
"I'm really fine with whatever Elena." She stated. I thought about it. Natasha takes care of me. She feeds me, gives me bubble baths, and buys me toys. She smiles at me and she protects me. What label would define Natasha? Then a thought hit me. I had seen it before in movies, I was also taught about it from the bad men. Natasha fit all the definitions, so why not?
"…Mommy." I tried out the word as I thought about Natasha and I smiled as it fit. It's decided! I hadn't realized that everything had gone quiet.
"…What'd you say?" Natasha asked with wide eyes. I looked around. Everyone seemed either shocked, or in Aunt Maria and Grandpa Fury's cases, smug. I looked back up at Natasha, or should I say, mommy with a smile.
"Mommy. You're now mommy." I stated resolutely. Everyone's gazes went from me to mommy as they watched for her reaction. She was still staring at me, shocked. My smile slipped off my face again.
"Is…is it no good?" I questioned shyly as I fiddled with the front of my shirt. That seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she let a weak smile spread on her face.
"No, I think I can deal with 'mommy'." She said warmly. I smiled up at her again before I gave her a quick hug. Just like last time, it took her a few seconds to respond. I decided that I'll work on giving her hugs more, just like the smiles. After all, now that she's my mommy I can hug her lots more!
3rd Person POV:
Natasha was inwardly freaking out as she left Elena with Fury and Maria to take a 'bathroom break'. Mommy. That foreign word that Elena had used earlier. Natasha had no idea how to be a mother. She couldn't remember her own and the people in the Rooms weren't exactly the best examples. She knew a dozen ways to kill someone with a simple household appliance, but she had no idea how to be the maternal figure for a child.
Clint had followed Natasha out a minute after she left and had found her leaning on the wall and staring ahead blankly. He sighed as he rubbed the back of his head before he pointed back into the room with his hand.
"The kid really likes you." He stated simply. Natasha stayed silent as she barely blinked at his presence. He walked over and leaned on the wall next to her.
"I go just a few weeks without seeing you and when I do you have a kid. They grow up so fast." Clint pretended to wipe a fake tear from his eye as he watched Natasha for a reaction. He wasn't disappointed as he saw her flinch as she responded.
"I can't do this Clint. I should've never agreed to take her in…" She mumbled as she shook her head. Clint sighed. He was expecting this.
"Nat, do you care for Elena?" Natasha seemed a little surprised at the question, but she nodded in affirmation a second later.
"Do you want her to be happy?" Another nod.
"Then what's holding you back? I can honestly say that you've smiled more times in just a few minutes with her, than you have the whole time you've been here. Elena wants you to be her mom and I get the feeling that you want the same thing, so what's stopping you?" he questioned as he turned to face her. Natasha rubbed her forehead with a groan.
"I'm an assassin Clint. I can't be the stable housewife that most kids have for mothers. I can't be there for her all the time because I'll have missions. If word gets out about Elena, she'll become a target and I don't want that for her." She explained. Clint merely shrugged.
"From what Fury told me she's already a target anyways. Having you with her would be a bonus addition to security. She doesn't care that you're not the typical mom. It's not like she's the typical kid either. And, she'll have other people there for her too. You don't need to do this alone, Nat. I can be her cool Uncle Clint after all! She'll have Coulson, Maria, and maybe even Fury if need be." He countered. Natasha huffed. She hated when he made sense. She was running out of arguments and he could see that.
"I just…can't Clint." She tried again, but she wasn't sure if she was trying to convince him, or herself.
"Natasha," She looked up at him. If he was using her full name, he was getting serious. "This is what she wants, it's what you want, and it's what the rest of us want too. Will it be easy? No, of course not, but don't you at least want to try? Elena doesn't expect you to act like a normal mom anyways. Plus, she's never had one before to compare you to. It will be a completely new experience for the both of you. You'll have lots of support, Fury will probably give you more time off, and Elena seems like she won't be a difficult child. I promise you that you'll regret it if you don't do this, and I don't think you could get rid of that kid even if you tried." He finished his little rant with a smirk.
Natasha sighed. It really sucked that Clint was being the logical one for once. She had no more reasons to fight this, but a part of her was still reluctant to take on the responsibility of having a kid. But, then again what had she been doing these past weeks? She realized that it wasn't having the responsibility of a kid that scared her; it was having the responsibility of being a mom.
She's the one who chose to take in Elena, and did she honestly regret it?...No. Natasha looked up at Clint.
"…You're right." She mumbled. Clint's smirk grew wider as he held up one hand to his ear.
"I'm sorry, what was that? Clint, you're the most awesome person in the world and I'm so glad that you finally got me to pull my head out of my ass? Aw, no problem Nat!" he patted her shoulder with a smile.
After leaving a groaning Clint on the floor, Natasha walked back into the room.
Elena's POV: 1st Person
"Elena, where did you get that knife?" Aunt Maria asked as I jumped onto the table and began ordering adults around just like Grandpa. I even taped a piece of black paper over my eye to complete the look. I looked down at the pointy thing in my hand before looking back up at her.
"I grabbed it from Uncle Clint's boot! He has a lot of them, but I liked this one the best!" I announced with a smile. Uncle Clint had a knife in his other boot, but it wasn't as shiny. Speaking of Uncle Clint, I wonder how long him and mommy are gonna spend in the bathroom. They've been gone for a bit now.
"Aunt Maria, when are Uncle Clint and mommy coming back?" I asked as I looked up at the tall woman. She smiled down at me before rubbing my hair. I really hate that…
"Any minute now kiddo. Sometimes adults just need a little longer break." She explained. I nodded. I understand that. Sometimes the toilet doesn't flush all the way and I have to wait for the water to fill back up before trying again.
One time I dropped my ducky in and flushed it 'accidentally' and the toilet water filled up and fell onto the floor. Mommy told me that it was clogged and that we needed a plumber to fix it. I wasn't allowed to use that toilet for a couple more days. I wonder if Uncle Clint or mommy dropped a toy down the toilet. I don't think that mommy would, but Uncle Clint might.
I looked over at the doors as they opened and mommy stepped through. Uncle Clint followed a second later, but his face was red. Maybe he's embarrassed because he dropped his toy down the toilet and mommy had to call the plumber…
I walked up to Uncle Clit and tilted my head. "Uncle Clint, did you drop a toy into the toilet?" I asked. He stared at me in confusion.
"What?"
"You and mommy were out in the bathroom for a while, so I thought that you had clogged the toilet and mommy had to call the plumber. I did that one time and the toilet water fell onto the floor. It was gross." I frowned as I remember the accident. Uncle Clint seemed to understand what I was talking about and nodded.
"Yeah, I wasn't careful enough with my toys. But, I learned my lesson. Never drop toys into toilets. You'll remember that too, right?" He kneeled down next to me. I nodded my head.
"Of course! I don't want mommy to have to call the plumber again. He 'examined' me. I was gonna ask mommy if he was a pervert but she had to leave the room to take a call." I explained as I gave the knife back to Uncle Clint. Everyone went quiet again and I wondered if I made them mad or something. I looked around at everyone's faces and most of them were glaring. Uncle Clint paused before grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face him.
"Elena, if you're mommy isn't in the room and a strange man that you don't know is examining you, you have the right to punch him like you did me. In fact, we can find his contact information and I can hit him for you." He smiled evilly as he finished his sentence. Mommy pulled out her phone before hitting a few buttons and showing the screen to the others.
"I've found where he lives and all his personal files. I can make it so that man can never 'examine' anything ever again." She added with a completely blank expression. I looked at them confused. Aunt Maria sighed and rubbed her head.
"Aren't you two getting a little ahead of yourselves? The poor man didn't actually do anything, so I don't think that you can justify assaulting him." She stated. The two of them looked between each other before reluctantly putting away the weapons that they had been gathering.
"I hate to think what will happen to the poor sucker that breaks Elena's heart when she's older…" Uncle Phil muttered from behind me. I really had no idea what was going on here, but having your heart broken sounds like it'd hurt. Don't you need your heart to live? I was broken out of my thoughts as Grandpa cleared his throat.
"Now that Barton and Coulson have met Elena, there's something else I wanted us to do."
"Uh, is this really a good idea?" Uncle Clint asked. We were standing on the top of the base. It was a pretty good height. Grandpa had me take my wings out when we got there, but they had to cut holes in the back of my shirt for that. I made sure to take off my jacket. I didn't want them cutting holes in that. He wants to find out how well I can fly and stuff like that. I've never flown before, so I'm a little nervous.
"She'll be fine. The doctors told me that her wings are fully capable of flight." Grandpa shrugged. That seemed to relax Uncle Phil and Aunt Maria, but mommy and Uncle Clint still had frowns on their faces. I stepped towards the edge of the building nervously as I stretched out my wings. I flapped them a few times just to try them out. Just as I was about to jump off, a hand stretched out and gave me a shove and I heard shouts.
"Fury!"
Next thing I know, the wind is rushing by my face and I began screaming as the ground got closer. I'm gonna go smoosh! I'm gonna die-oh wait, I have wings! I forced myself to spread out my wings and instantly I went into a glide. I breathed out in relief, before realizing that I still had no idea how to control these things and I was still going down very fast. I leaned up as far as I flapped a few times. My wings kept on tilting in the wind and I had trouble telling up from down as I spun.
"Okay, lean left-! Ack! I'm sorry birdie! No I don't want to go down! Weeee! Loop-de-loops!" I giggled as I began flying upside down and going in loops. Flapping my wings a few times I made myself go higher. This was fun! I love flying now that I wasn't going to go smoosh! I flew back to the building and began to try and land.
"Ah! Thanks Uncle Clint for being a good cushion!" I smile. I ended up crashing straight into him after Uncle Coulson had leaped out of the way. He just groaned in response as I stood back up. I shook out my wings before giggling.
"I'm gonna do that tons more! Mommy, we live on that hill! I can totally fly off of that!" I announced as I jumped up and down excitedly. I could fly like a bird! Speaking of birds, I felt terrible about that bird I crashed into earlier. Poor guy never knew what hit him.
Mommy merely sighed and rubbed her head again. "Fury, I blame this on you. I'm not going to be the one who has to chase her down all the time." She groaned.
"Hey, mommy? Uncle Clint's not waking up! Oh, do you think he'd wake up if I dropped him off the building?"
"Hm…"
"Romanoff, I worry about what you're going to teach that kid…"
That's a wrap on Chapter 2! I hope you enjoyed! Again, sorry that these first couple of chapters are kinda slow. The action won't really start until a couple more chapters in. This is mostly focusing on Elena's first experiences with SHIELD and her childhood.