A/N: Chapter two! Yay! I have great ambitions for this one. :) it was actually started by my friends prompt: Avengers/Stalker. Then I read alot of CreepyPasta, and had to throw in some horror to spice it up. :) Later chapters might have character death not sure yet. ENJOY! Oh, and REVIEWS ARE LIE CANDYYYYYYYY! XD
Natasha's POV
Natasha went to go get the mail. The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were instructed to deliver it to the Avengers rooms, but Nat and the others preferred to get their own. She supposed they all shared the hatred of being another person's burden. As she passed the bathroom she caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye and turned to look. Nothing was there, just her reflection staring back at her. She chuckled at her own paranoia, but then suddenly paled. The reflection hadn't laughed, it just stared. She blinked and instead a skinny blonde wearing what looked like fabric blood smiled. Nat grabbed her gun from her holster and fired. The glass shattered and fell ringing to the ground. She turned and resumed her retrieval of the mail.
Some agents approached as she shuffled through the envelopes.
"Anything wrong?" one agent spoke up nervously.
"No," she replied calmly. The agents thanked her and left quickly, scared that they might anger the Widow. Nat sighed, and threw the letters in the trash. Just worthless ads, although how they got her address she'll never know.
Nat began to walk back to her apartment, but changes her mind and decides to get breakfast at a local cafe.
She isn't surprised to see Steve and Clint there. They all lived at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base along with Dr. Banner, but he preferred to stay at the base's lab. She slides into the chair on one side of the small square table. Steve sits on her right and Clint on her left. Steve smiled, and Clint nodded. The waiter came over and took her order. It was delivered to her and the three ate in companionable silence.
Tony walked in when they were almost done eating. He looked tired and disheveled. He pulled up a chair to the last open side of the table and called the waitress over. We all exchanged looks as he only ordered coffee.
"You look terrible," Steve commented in an off-handed manner. Nat knew that if Tony was questioned directly he'd just shrug it off, but she didn't figure Steve could be so tactful. The group of heroes affectionately dubbed him, 'Mother Hen' for his constant worry, and nagging. He, of course denied any name ever existed, but still got caught responding to it.
"Long night at the lab," Tony shrugged. Steve didn't press the subject further. Natasha thanked the boys for the company and went to the counter to pay for her food. Feeling a chill up her spine, she looked around. Outside the window, the skinny blonde from her mirror walked by staring right at her. Nat blinked and she was gone.
"Your change."
Nat broke out of her reverie and turned back to the cashier. It was the blonde in red. Keeping her composure she took her change and made a mental note to stop by the S.H.I.E.L.D. psychiatrist.