Bad Ideas 2: Worse Ideas
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Worse Idea #10 or…
Not Much Worse Idea #2: The Clean-Up
Two days later, after Hennessy promised not confront her brother while alone; Natasha prepared to leave the Tower to help the clean-up of the pawn shop demolished by the crash. Dressed in an old hoodie and jacket, she gathered her fiery curls into a ponytail and then hid it underneath her hood. Natasha left with a similarly dressed Clint in tow. When they arrived at the store, there was a crew of construction workers that Stark had appointed and notified working on cleaning up. They briefed Natasha and Clint and assigned them jobs. One bearded worker handed them masks and offered advice.
"Try to avoid any loose fittings, y'know, wires 'n stuff. We don't wanna be the reason two Avengers kick the bucket…"
Clint laughed while Natasha gave a smile. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. They turned and saw two figures standing where the threshold once was.
"I know someone who might help with that…" Steve said, smiling crookedly next to an uncharacteristically stony faced Hennessy. A particularly flustered worker led Hennessy away to assist with electrical work at Rogers' instruction, while Steve received gloves and a mask from another worker.
Natasha began working with a group of workers attempting to remove and dispose of collapsed shelves. Clint and Steve were doing the same thing on different walls.
After a while, someone announced that the walls around the window smashed by the car were structurally sound. The workers went to call 'their guy' to tow it away. However, Clint was standing nearby stretching his back while Steve and Natasha worked.
"No, we got it. Ole Cap's just warming up over there. He's got this, Romanoff too."
Steve attempted to frown but could not deny the smile that grew. Natasha chuckled as Steve took up a position to push the car out, eventually she joined him. Clint stood back with the other workers.
"What you're not gonna join the party, Barton?" Steve enquired.
"Nah, man. You and Red have got this. Plus, I'm obviously a better supervisor," Clint replied. Hennessy materialised beside the archer, a slight sly smile on her face. Natasha glanced at Steve, grinning.
"Getting tired, Rogers?" she asked, giving a wink. Steve narrowed his eyes and returned her grin.
"Just push the damn car, Romanoff," he replied. Nat chuckled.
"Someone got out the wrong side of their US flag themed bed sheets this morning."
Steve shook his head and bit his lip. "Give me strength…"
Steve counted them down and they pushed against the hood of the car. Natasha felt the dents Steve's hands made in the car's bonnet as his immense strength was put to use. They pushed the car out of the window frame and onto the street as Clint led the cheers from the workers. Laughing, Steve held up Natasha's arm and pointed to her bicep. Natasha laughed as she thumped him in the stomach and returned to the pawn shop.
They finished cleaning up the worst of the wreckage just after five o'clock. Clint and Sparky went back to the tower to clean up and then they headed out for dinner. Natasha and Steve returned to the tower together then promptly went their separate rays with Steve muttering something about a 'meeting' with Sharon. Natasha wasn't too bothered though, her main desire was to wash off the dust and dirt. By the time she was sitting in the living area with a book on her lap with her slightly damp hair in its natural waves, the sun had set on New York. Sam was sitting at the bar with his laptop, working on modifications to his wings.
All of a sudden, she heard lumbering footsteps coming down the stairs that led from the quinjet hangar a few floors above her. Sam turned. Natasha stood up, assuming her full 5 feet and 3 inches of height, and turned to the door. Her guess was that a certain former S.H.I.E.L.D. deputy director was in need of assistance. When the door to the staircase opened, her suspicions were confirmed and Maria Hill limped through the door, a hand over her side and blood on her temple. Natasha and Sam were calm, this sort of thing happened quite regularly.
"I hate to barge in like this," Hill began; her raven hair was unkempt and fell in tufts out of her usual up-do. "But I was in a situation and the Tower was closest. Natasha nodded and made to move forward. However, Sam was faster and looped an arm around Hill. The usually stern and solemn Hill leaned into the former para-rescue.
Natasha's mind recalled Darcy's sarcastic 'BFF' remark over Hill and Wilson. They were not incredibly close but had a mutual understanding that Natasha had never seen in Hill before. On the other hand, the spy also noticed the softness in Sam's gaze when his eyes fell on Maria. His brown eyes bore that softness now, as he abandoned the idea of being Hill's crutch and instead picked the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent up.
"I gotcha," he said. Hill huffed but said nothing as she pressed her hand against her bloodstained uniform. Natasha grabbed the paper towels and tore off several sheets and pressed them against Hill's side.
"I'll let the others know, you head down to Dr. Cho. I heard she got a new batch of morphine," Natasha said, the corners of her mouth turning upwards toward the end of her sentence.
Hill gave a tired laced with a laugh. "You're a loser, Romanoff."
Natasha chuckled as Sam turned away with Hill and began walking away.
"Hey! At least I know to avoid the bullets!" she called after them.
Natasha saw Hill's choice hand sign from the opposite end of the corridor. She also saw the hand fall as Hill's head lowered onto the Falcon's shoulder.
Guess what genius decided to use a different laptop instead of waiting for a new charger for their other one! This genius!
Long time, No Chapter! I'm sorry but my tablet with all my stuff ain't working but I'm using a different computer now so…yeah…
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