...Barely Even Friends...
"Feeling better Nat?" Clint stayed beside her as she studied the notes left by Nick Fury. They waited in the small area of a hotel for Fury and the ther avengers to call or just show up.
She glanced at him not losing her focus, "Yeah, why."
His voice was like a whisper, but it was far from soft. He shrugged his shoulders, saying his statement was out of pure curiousity. She kept her fingers swiping the screen to appear too busy to talk. He took her tablet from her becoming jealous of her focus on the mission at hand.
"Clint Barton!"
He stuck his tongue out just lifting it above her reach. She repeated his name more sternly. He snickered seeing her trying to hide her smile. Dropping on hand to tickle her side. She giggled against her will being completely ticklish.
Steve Rogers entered the lobby, not used to this sort of behavior between two different genders;
"Barton! Miss Romanoff, is he bothering you?"
She narrowed her focus taking back her tablet, "No! He's behaving."
Clint sat back down in his chair, feeling like a fool. Steve rolled his eyes, asking if Fury had called. She shrugged her shoulders reaching for her phone in her pocket.
"Not yet."
Dr. Banner entered frantically, looking like a mess. He paused seeing the three-some staring him down. Steve tried to break the silence, "Rough day Dr. Banner?"
Bruce smirked. Without a word he walked a little closer to them. Natasha lifted up her phone, issueing the boys to follow her out the lobby and towards the air-craft Furry gracefully landed on an open field.
They entered, greeting Tony Stark and Thor who had already been gathered. It was going to be an interesting trip no one wanted to be a part of.
Natasha made sure to give everyone their orders, especially Bruce. She headed towards the lab where he had thrown his belongings.
"Furry needs a model up and running by 3:00. Got that?"
He bearly nodded, aggrivated by her dictating. She tried to get him to look up, "Bruce?"
"What."
"'What'? Excuse me?"
He snickered at the tone in her voice, "I heard you Miss Romanoff."
She softened her voice, "Okay."
Bruce bit his upper lip, wanting to yell. He closed his eyes containing his anger.
She had the nerve to park herself right across from him observing every move he made. He looked above his glasses sarcatically, "Can I help you?"
"Yes.' she threw papers onto the table, 'Fury wants you to recreate a substance using pure energizing materials. Stark can help you, he's just a little busy with his arc reacor right now."
His eyebrows lowered, "Materials like what?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "If I knew, he would be asking me to do it."
He removed his glasses, wanting to read her mind, "He asks you to do everything?"
She clentches her teeth, "He trusts me. For some reason, Fury seems to trust you as well."
"And you don't? Your smart." He tosses his glasses onto the table.
She leans her elbows in, "I never said that."
He twirls his tongue through his mouth trying to hide a smile, "Oh, you made that quiet clear."
She tilts her head, "I'm not afraid of you if that's what you mean."
"Your afraid of the other guy."
She sighs heavily, "I'm not afraid of anything."
He wanted so badly to see her jump. He throws his fist into the table, "Stop Lieing!"
She reaches for her pistol aiming it towards him. He pulls away, "I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what you would do."
She remains quiet, still aiming her pistol.
He shakes his head, "I've told you before that's not going to do you any good."
She hesitantly considers his statement, knowing it to be true.
"Miss Romanoff?"
Her eyes narrow, keeping a firm hold on her only means of self-defense.
His voice is reassuring as he whispers her name, "Natasha?"
She hesitantly lowers her pistol, "Please don't do that again."