Natasha sat on her bed of her new room looking at the beauty of the sunset reflecting in the waves. It was truly beautiful, and she didn't get to see much beauty. Stark had outdone himself with this place. It was like it had been designed for beauty and that wasn't something she could see Tony Stark doing. Though obviously she was wrong, which pissed her off because she was never wrong, until she met Tony Stark and the damn jerk couldn't just be the guy everyone thinks he is. No Tony Stark has to have layers. Damn him.
She sighed lying back on the bed when she heard a creak from the ceiling and groaned. "Clint, get the hell outta the air vent, we've only been here like, 2 hours. Laughter echoed through the room and Clint Barton dropped onto the bed next to her. "Tasha, you never let me have fun." She just sat up and glared at him. "That, is because you never bug anyone but me!"
He pulled a fake pout. "Ah, that hurts Tasha. In Here" He said gesturing to his heart. She groaned and wacked him none too gently upside the head, then smirked. "Now it hurts up there too." He frowned at her. "So mean. Not to mention I haven't only been buggin you, I've been keeping a eye on our so called "Team." He did air quotes around "Team" and Natasha smiled. "You aren't really too happy with this either I guess?" Clint grimaced. "Hell no, I don't like Captain Perfect or Lord of Loud." She just rose a eyebrow to that standing and leaning against the wall. "Not that I have a problem with that but…..Stark. Stark… there's something…."
"Off." Clint finished for her and she nodded continuing. "He's weird; I can't get a read on him. Like not any clear one, when I came to work for him it was pretty easy to tell. Now I realize most of that was acting, and if he fooled me then he's got a damn good mask. Not to mention secrets."
Clint nodded a tight expression sweeping over his face, like she had seen a million times when he was planning on a mission. "I know, and I want to know what they are. I mean the nearly nervous breakdown on the plane? What WAS that? There was nothing to be nervous about." Natasha stopped for a moment and thought. "I think it had something to do with the team. He's been acting that way a lot lately. He hardly even blows off Steve's orders anymore, which is strange in of itself, and when we do crème him he just takes it."
Clint clenched his jaw and nodded briskly. "I'm going to go back into the vents and see if I can find one that lets me see into his lab. See if he's acting weirder with no one around." Natasha nodded and sighed. "That leaves me on babysitting duty." He just smirked before hopping on a dresser and pushing himself into the vents. "Good luck with that Tasha."
Bruce sighed as he sat in the living room his feet hanging off the couch barely touching the floor and watching the fake water ripple under his feet. "Why am I here?" He thought for possibly the billionth time today. God he was having issues just knowing these other people besides him and Tony were even IN the house, he didn't know
he would be able to live in the tower with all of them.
"They'll probably say no anyway…." He mumbled to himself. "Say no to what?" He spun around shocked staring at Natasha. "Don't do that!" He said panting and Natasha smiled a little bit. "Sorry, now who's saying no to what?" Her voice was sweet and nonchalant, as if she didn't care, but Bruce wasn't stupid and knew the spy was using her tricks. "Oh, what? I don't remember sorry. You scared me and it slipped my mind." She nodded briskly, frowning as she sat down, realizing he wasn't buying it.
"Bruce, I want this team to work." He raised an eyebrow surprised and skeptical. "Oh?" He said and watched her carefully measure him before continuing. "I think it's a good idea, a safe idea, as long as we can start acting like a team." He nodded sincerely, but still suspicious. "Well Natasha, for that to work we would all have to be able to stand each other."
She cracked a smile this time, a real one and chuckled. "Yeah that would be nice. I don't really have a problem with any of you…. I just don't like people I don't know. If I don't know them, I don't trust them, If I don't trust them, I don't like them. Simple." Bruce leaned back relaxing as he thought about how to reply. "I understand that, but are you sure you want us trying to get to know each other?"
She just started at him a moment with an unrecognizable expression on her face, until she sighed looking back at the fake water. "Well that's what we're here two month to do, so we might as well try." He actually smiled this time. "Yeah, guess we should. Let's start with not scaring the hell out of the guy with anger management problems alright?"