I wake up to the sound of noise I sit up raising my gun to further investigate. I get out of my bed and quickly grab my silk rob. I slowly start to open the door to quickly check to see if anything is in the hall. I jog to the end of the hall and turn the corner, again nothing. I jog to the stairs but use the wall by them for coverage because the staircase is made of mainly glass. I then see movement in the kitchen area. I look around the house to find a place to get to without being seen, I notice that if I jump down and move forward and to the right some that there is an entrance to the hall that leads to the front door. In a swift movement I'm on the bottom floor with no sound, I quickly move to the hall and check to see if he spotted me, luckily it looks as if he is occupied by something else. I move down the hall and then exit the front door. I run around the house to the backyard. I then have a clearer look at the kitchen due to the glass wall. I then see my intruder, Agent Hill. So I open the door and make a b-line to the kitchen.
"Agent Hill, how can I help you?"
"Came to see if you were ready to get to work, I thought something happened to you because, you did not answer your phone and it is 1 in the afternoon." After hearing this I turn to see the clock and realize it is 1:28, and that I had forgotten to charge my phone and had died over night
"Oh, I'll go get ready then." I pause for a second realizing I never told anyone my address, so how on earth did she find me. "How did you find my house?"
"You did a good job of hiding it but Fury had us tracking you once you left the facility."
"Well why the hell are y'all tracking me in the first place?"
"If the Mr. Rogers woke up while you were gone we would need to get to you quickly."
"I guess that makes sense."
"I am heading back to head courters try to get in not later than an hour from now."
"I can try but I make no promises." And with that she looks at me in an annoyed look and walks towards the front door. I walk into the kitchen to make tea and eat some oatmeal. Once I finish breakfast I walk into the private gym to do a quick workout. Once I finish I go upstairs to get ready to go back to head courters. I do my usual morning routine of taking a shower, getting dressed and putting on makeup. I put on a white long-sleeved v- neck with black skinny jeans and a black flimsy blazer along with black Louboutin pumps. I roll the shirt up over the blazer then fold them both one more time then pull my hair into a ponytail. I do a quick one over of myself and seeing that I am presentable I head down to the car.
I pull up to head courters I grab my purse and head towards the door. Once inside I head to the elevator when I see that kid, what was his name… krane.
"Mr. Krane, what are you doing here?" I thought that they had said only high level people where here.
"Agent Romanoff, Fury sent me here to help you in training he said he wants you to stay at your best." So Fury sent me a kid to keep training, this should be fun.
"So they sent you?"
"I think you are under estimating me, you haven't ever seen me fight."
"Mm, kicking your ass will be fun, so why not."
"We will see about that." This kid is stubborn, I like him.
"Fine we will practice at 7 p.m. sharp."
"See you then Agent Romanoff." And with that I am in the elevator heading down to Bruce.
"Bruce, how are we doing so far?"
"The body is defrosting at the rate we would like."
"Perfect, so what do y'all want me to so in the meantime?"
"Unless you have a PhD, M.D. or D.O. in some types of medicine nothing." Oh have I got a surprise for them.
"Actually I am a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine or a D.O."
"Really, when did you become a doctor?"
"I'm not going to go into specifics, but when I was in the red room I needed to be able to do muscle and body manipulation, so that's why." He gives me a look of disbelief, the sad part is that when I was a kid I wanted to be a doctor, not to hurt them but help them.
"Oh, then you can file all of his body changes from the ice."
"Sure if you want I can check his musculature and nervous system because that is what I specialize in."
"That would be great." He leads me to his office where the files are. "Here are the files and I assume you know how to file them."
"Yes." I look around the office once he leaves It's a simple office, has a nice leather chair with the meatal dots on the seams. He has a nice wooden desk that is stained a darker color. He has one picture on his desk; it is of him and his soulmate Betty. He also has a plant on his desk it looks like a bonsai, very well maintained.
After about an hour and a half I look at the clock, it's a little after 5 so I get up to stretch my legs, grab some food and something to eat. I walked past a room with a lot of doctors it looked like a man on a bed with heater around the room and a heated blanket on him. This must be the captain I can't see his face but by how muscular his body I would make a hypothesis that it is. I figured I should stick my head where it shouldn't be so I head back to Bruce's office to finish up the files. Once I finish two more paper I look at the clock to see how much time has passed surprisingly it's a lot more than I thought would have its already a little past 6. I figure I should go get ready to train with Krane. So I head to the girls locker room; when I get there I realize I am going to need clothes to train in. So I look around and then notice there is a room filled with girls' workout clothes. I walk in and notice it's for all girls. I grab a sports bra and some short running shorts. I grab a water bottle and head out to the gym to warm up.
"Agent Romanoff." I turn and see that Krane must have had the same idea as me.
"Agent Krane, are you ready to get your ass kicked?"
"The question is are you?" The kid is cocky, I am starting to hate him a little less the more I get to know him.
"Let's see about that." We both climb into the boxing ring and get in our fighting positions. We start to circle each other; he then throws the first punch I dodge it easily. But when he threw the punch he opened up his midsection so I did a swift kick to his stomach area. He blocked my kick so I elbowed him in the face; he took a step back then punched me just below my ribs. Now it was my turn to take a step back in pain. This kid was better than I thought, but now I really have to kick his ass. So I went to swipe his legs but he did a backflip, and as I was turning he delivered a quick but hard punch to my face. I had to take another step back, now I am really pissed.
"Aww come on I thought you were supposed to be the black widow!" Now he was taunting me, now I have to kill the kid.
"I under estimated you, but I am still going to bet you." With that I jump and put my legs around his neck then twist my body flipping him to the ground with me. I then put my hands behind my head and jump up. He is already on his feet I go to throw a punch but he dodges it and punches me in the face again. I quickly recover and kid him hard in the stomach. He fly's back enough that he is now against the ropes. He then as he comes forward I do a spinning kick to his face. He recovers enough to throw another punch right below the ribs. I turn and run at him I tackle him and punch him in the face a few times till he taps my arm in a signal that he gives up. I get off him and help him up.
"You were right Krane, you were better than I thought."
"Thank you agent Romanoff, that means a lot."
"Call me Natasha; I think you have earned that right." He gives me a small smile. "And I think I can keep training with you."
"It would be my honor… Natasha" I can't help but smirk when he pauses.
"Don't forget to put ice on your face." He chuckles at this.
"You may want to put some on your stomach, that's going to bruise."
"Thanks, I will see you tomorrow Krane."
"Call me Charles."
"Okay Charles, I will see you tomorrow."
"I will see you tomorrow Natasha; same time." I nod my head and turn back to the locker room. This kid reminds me of my younger self. I wouldn't consider us friends but I don't hate him.
I don't bother to change but grab my clothes and head to the parking lot. I can see that people are staring at me as I head to the door. It's probably due to the lack of clothes and the fact that I have blood running down my face, but I pay them no mind. I reach my car I can't wait to go home take a nice hot shower and go to bed.
I walk in the door grab some water and head straight to the bathroom. When I get there I look in the mirror. I hate looking in the mirror, I hate looking at myself, I feel disgust when I do. I see a killer a manipulator I person you should never trust. In some safe houses I don't even bother to put mirrors in the place. Because when there are mirrors I have to see myself, my empty eyes, and that killer the black widow. I try to ignore all of this and inspect my wounds from training today. I have a very deep bruise under my ribs, a bleeding nose, a bad cut around my eyebrow area that is starting to bruise. None seem too bad so is strip down and hop in the shower. Once I'm don't I put on a big t-shirt and underwear. I walk out of the bathroom grab plug my phone in grab my gun. The second my head hit the pillow I am asleep.