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After finishing our meal that, for once, tasted really good considering it was jet food, I headed for the shower. I had never showered in a jet before, hell, I don't think I've even been in a jet before. The shower cubical was small, with a small sink next to it and a polished porcelain toilet in the corner. There was no lock on the door. Why would there be? This was meant for a one-man return. I pulled a towel out from the cupboard under the sink. Freshly ironed. Soft and thick which would probably be as good as a blanket. I unfolded it and forced it between the small gap between the bottom of the door and the floor. If anyone tried to entre, they wouldn't get in. I started up the shower, steaming up the small room almost instantly before undressing. I felt extremely uncomfortable in this unknown space, and had to shake my head before stepping into the hot water.
I closed my eyes as my body relaxed into the heat. Why did I come? I am not ready to move on. Although I hated where I was, it meant I wouldn't have to start over. Being an enemy that was targeted to be killed by one of their best agents wasn't a really good name to start with. I knew it would be hard. I would have to go through many lie detectors to prove my honesty, I would be under the watchful eye of the head of the group, and no doubt wouldn't be able to go into action until a year or so.
I was so lost in my own thought that I didn't notice the water losing its heat and turning cold until it felt like someone had poured ice over my skin. Jet showers proved to be just as tacky as I thought. Quickly cleaning myself down with the bar of soap, I turned the shower off and dried myself, noticing the towel was no longer hitched under the door and there was a pile of clothes sitting on the sink. My eyes widened in absolute horror.
"You snuck into the bathroom while I was in the shower?!" I shrieked, barging into Barton's room with still dripping wet hair. I refused to wear the clothes he offered and instead dressed in the clothes I had arrived in.
"You forgot to grab your clothes before you hopped in. I was doing you a favor." He sat up from his bed, staring at me with slight amusement in his eyes.
"How dare you invade my privacy!" I was in his face now, and the sharp, deadly tone in my yell made him flinch. Good.
"Natasha, I never meant for any harm I just-"
"Don't you dare call me that." I interrupted, shocked by how bold this man was being. Who did he think he was! I felt like snapping his neck right here right now. I don't know why I was this angry. Maybe because I was finally facing someone who was just as skilled as me? I don't know. But another wrong word from his mouth and it would take everything to hold back an attack.
"Miss Romanoff," he corrected himself. Smart. "I was just trying to help you, I didn't mean to cause such a drama. If I had known that this would be the result I would never have tried to assist you in something so little. Just calm down." The amusement in his eyes was gone completely. Pure sincerity and honesty was all I could see behind the crystal blue-green eyes of his.
"Fuck you." I replied, to angry to reason with this man. He looked surprised by my reply, and stood up so and crossed the small room so his face was just a breath away from my own, eyes now cold and hard like stone.
"I think you should show a little respect for me after what I have done for you. I was just trying to be a nice person, but now your making me re-consider this negotiation. If I had known how much of a bitch you would be over such a small thing, then I would have killed you while I had the chance. Now you get the hell out of my room and stay away from me until we land or so help me I will shoot your brains out. Do you understand me, Miss Romanoff?" he hissed quietly in my face, his voice rumbling with anger. For the first time in my life I was afraid. Not only because of the threat, but because I have never seen a man so fierce and sharp and deadly before. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it with a snap as soon as I saw his face, which showed pure rage. Instead of risking my life, I turned on my heal and walked out of the room, trying to remain composed and calm, but inside, I was terrified.
As soon as I heard the door click closed I nearly ran to my seat in the corner. I pulled my knees up to my chest and held them close. Stupid, stupid me! I realized I was wrong in this fight. He really was trying to be nice and I fucked it up because I couldn't handle the fact that I have met someone just as skilled as I am. We were civil before, we could talk and smile and laugh, and now he wanted to kill me all because I was too stubborn to stand down. The only person who had even showed the slightest care for me now regrets even bringing me here in the first place. I felt my eyes prickle but refused the let the tears fall. What are you doing, Natasha? Now you are heading for a place where everyone hates you, and you no longer have a friend. Fool! I considered fleeing as soon as we landed but knew it was no good. I was now forced into becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D agent or being held captive or killed. I sighed and eventually at all the crazy feelings running through my mind, I fell into a dreamless sleep, which I needed desperately.
We landed six ours prior to our fight, which changed things completely. He stepped out of his room and without throwing a single glance at me, told me to hurry up and follow him out of the jet. I frowned. I really had truly pissed him off.
The sudden hit of cold wind froze my bones once again, and when I gasped, Barton turned around and threw a black jacket my way, ignoring my smile and turning back again. I sighed and followed behind him. There was nothing around us but a landscape that seemed to drag on forever. Not too far was an old warehouse, which looked like it would crumble to the ground at a single touch. I followed Barton into the house, and the inside wasn't any better then the out. Fallen planks of wood and hay and cartons were scattered around the small area.
Barton made his way to the corner of the room, removing a plank of wood from the wall, revealing a panel, which he punched a code into. The wall suddenly shook and turned, revealing a silver door, which opened up. He walked in and I followed. It was an elevator. I studied everything around me. From the silver walls to the small camera in the corner, to the panel which had different numbers which lead to different rooms. When the elevator finally reached a stop with a ding and opened, it revealed an office with a huge round table in the centre. I followed Barton out, eyes darting everywhere. Something didn't seem right…
"Grab her. Send her to the White Room." Before I could react to his words, two agents fell from the roof beside me, grabbing an arm each. Instincts kicking in, I yanked my arm away and aimed kicks into their chests, knocking them to the ground. I turned back to the elevator, but Barton blocked my way. He moved forward and grabbed me by my throat, slamming me down onto the huge table and flipping me so I was lying on my stomach. He bent over me, my arms pinned to my back, and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. "Relax, please."
"You betrayed me!" I screamed back, not relaxing at all. I tried my best to wriggle out from under his grip but he was stronger. The two agents, which I had knocked down, finally got up, taking out a set of handcuffs and cuffed my hands behind my back. Yet again, they grabbed either side of me and began to drag me out of the room, leaving Barton standing there, watching. "You promised! I trusted you!" I shrieked. I saw something hidden in his eyes, like he was trying to tell me something, but I ignored it. I was so afraid. I felt tears run down my face as I was dragged out of the room as I struggled. I watched through the clear glass and his eyes followed me, and just before he was out of sight I saw his face crumple in guilt.
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