Natasha and Katya went to the Quinjet. Natasha went up to the front and sat in the pilot's seat while Katya sat in the middle on one of the side seats.

She put her headphones back in and took out her coloring book and pencils. A couple of days ago they had gone to a toy store in town, Coop was excited to pick out a new toy and even Lila's eyes widened at the change in scenery. Laura had encouraged her to pick out a toy too, so that she could "make up for lost time." Katya felt silly; she didn't even know what she would get if she did want something. She politely declined and they were ready to check out until Cooper got involved.

"Kate likes to color, she told me so!" Coop said proudly. Katya smiled and gave him a look of mock anger.

"Coop! That was supposed to be our little secret!" The toddler giggled as she said this.

"A coloring book it is then." Laura said as she walked over to the art section of the store. Cooper held Katya's hand and practically dragged her over there.

"Pick out any one you like." Katya looked carefully up and down the shelves before selecting an adult coloring book filled with animals with intricate designs and patterns. She also got a large pack of colored pencils and a sketchbook just for fun.

Katya found that her light strokes slowly became in tune to the music in her head, as the song went on the tiger began to come to life. A few hours later Katya yawned and the sudden movement caused her pencil to move and create a dark red slash over her perfect tiger picture.

"Dammit." Katya muttered under her breath, of course Natasha could hear it, but thankfully she didn't say anything. She carefully tried to rub it away, and it disappeared but the area around it was now smudged.

Everything I seem to touch gets ruined. Katya thought to herself, irritated.

She flipped to the next page this time it was a picture of a bird flying through the air, she started to color it in, then she stopped in her tracks. She could see the stupid smudge on the other side of the paper. She didn't know why it bothered her so much, it just did. It was like a feather sticking out of a pillow that pokes at your back, but it's too small to find and remove.

Katya slowly, but still quite aggressively closed the coloring book and shoved it in her bag. She laid down hoping that the position would relax her and her bothersome thoughts would begin to settle. It didn't help, in fact the change in position seemed to aggravate her more.

"Idi syuda so mnoy. Chto proiskhodit, milaya?" (Come up here with me. What's going on sweetie?) Natasha said. Katya dragged herself up and sat in the co-pilot seat. Natasha flicked it on the auto pilot and turned to face her.

"Moya golova prosto kazhetsya ... polnoy, ya dumayu. Kak budto on zapolnen pautinoy." (My head, it just feels... full I guess. Like it is filled with spiderwebs.) Natasha's face had a sympathetic expression.

"I know how you feel. It's going to get better I promise. We have some of the best doctors and psychiatrists to help you."

"But the Barton's and the kids what… What if I killed them? I couldn't live with myself. I'm such a bad person."

"Katya, listen to me, you are not a bad person. You were taken as a baby and trained to do very bad things for some very bad people. You couldn't have known any better. Okay? We are going to figure this out together. Do you want me to knock you out until we get there?"

"No, it's okay. I'll be okay." At this Natasha stood up and opened up a cabinet in the back of the jet. She came out holding a large syringe.

"Now, I know this isn't the best solution but sleep will help to clear your mind and you'll feel better." Katya gave a skeptical look on her face.

"It's just a temporary solution until Dr. Sugerman can find a more permanent one. Now hold still."

"I don't want to." Katya said, holding up her hand to stop Natasha.

"Don't be silly, I'm trying to help you."

"It won't work." Katya said, her eyes dull, all hope lost.

"Katya I know your nightmares are scary, you don't have to tell me. You think I don't feel your thrashing around and mumbling in your sleep? But right now you're miserable, when you fall asleep at least you'll know the pain you cause is fake." Natasha went towards her once more with the syringe, this time Katya didn't even protest, she didn't even move. The needle went in but she barely felt anything. Natasha just leaned her seat back and put her headphones back in. Slowly Katya's eyelids drooped and then closed. Natasha went back to flying the jet, taking her eyes off the sky for a fraction of a second to check on her sister. She felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She held it to her ear.

"Hello."

"Hey Nat, it's Laura just calling to see if you've gotten home yet."

"No, we're about an hour away now."

"How's Katya doing?"

"She's… she'll be okay."

"You don't sound too confident." Laura said pointedly.

"Tomorrow I'll take her to the doctor, see what she thinks. She's sleeping right now, so hopefully she'll feel better when she wakes up."

"That's good, sleep almost always helps. I think that I taught you that."

"Yeah." Natasha said with a light laugh.

"Wait you drugged her didn't you Nat?"

"No, well sort of, but she knew I was going to do it. It's not like I slipped her something, it was an injection."

"Okay …well call me when you get back and let me know if you need anything at all."

"Okay Laura, I will."

The rest of the flight was silent and Katya was still asleep by the time they arrived at the compound. Steve and Bruce were waiting for them in the hangar. Natasha was carrying a sleeping Katya in her arms.

"Is everything all right?" Steve asked, concerned.

"Yeah she's fine, just asleep."

"Here let me take her." Natasha carefully passed Katya into Steve's strong arms.

"Jesus! She's light." As he adjusted her position to make it easier to carry her.

"I know." Natasha said as they started to walk back to their apartment.

"So I guess the sedative I made for Katya worked." Bruce said.

"Yeah, maybe a little too well."

"Hmm, I'll have to cut back on the melatonin maybe?" Bruce said with a thoughtful look on his face.

"How long has she been asleep?"

"About forty five minutes."

"Well, she probably won't wake up until early tomorrow morning, maybe five or six if my math was correct."

"Where should I put her?" Steve asked, confused by all the fancy language Bruce used.

"You can put her in my room." Natasha replied. Steve gently set her down on the bed. It felt strange for him to be in Natasha's room. He had only been in there on one other occasion. He had just moved into the compound and Tony had convinced him very late at night that Natasha had asked for him, but not to knock on her door. He hadn't known Tony that well at the time and decided to take his word for it. At 2:30 in the morning that night, he snuck into Natasha's room and was about to leave when he saw that she was asleep. The next thing he knows he's on the floor, the assassin is sitting on his chest in her pajamas, a gun pressed against his jaw.

"What the hell Steve?! Get out!" She practically grabbed him by the ear and dragged him outside before kicking him in the back of the knees causing him to land on his stomach. She slammed the door behind him and the lock closed with a click. Steve was terrified, he had fought in World War Two and in that moment he had never felt closer to death. Tony was practically dying from laughter.

"I can't believe you actually fell for that! She never lets anyone in her room, ever!" Steve could still hear Tony's cackles as he left the room.

Natasha followed him out and closed the door behind her. Bruce waved goodbye and walked towards the lab muttering something about adjusting the sedative. Natasha went to go get a cup of tea and then sat down on the couch, curling her fingers around the steaming mug.

"How was your vacation?" Steve asked.

"Oh it was very nice, thank you." Natasha always frustrated Steve. Her replies were always polite, but curt, he never really got to know her as a person like he did the others. Steve knew she was a spy and she probably found it hard to break her work habits.

"Where did you go?"

"Me and Katya went to Milwaukee. It was really pretty. We went to the nice museums, went to restaurants, we went to Lake Michigan. It was all very nice."

"Natasha?"

"Yes."

"I don't know you very well. And, it makes me feel odd because you're my friend and roommate and I know so much about everyone else. And, for a long time you were the only woman here and I… I just worry that you feel left out."

"Rogers… Steve. It's okay, I don't tell a lot of people about me. I… I've just never really been good at having friends."

"We'll, if you feel comfortable, I want to try and get to know you better."

"Okay."

"Can I ask you some questions about yourself?"

"Shoot."

"Umm… when's your birthday?"

"I was never told the real day, but Clint makes me celebrate it on Christmas Eve, because when he helped me pick out a new name so I could have a fresh start in America he suggested Natasha. I told him the name meant born on Christmas in Russian, so that's how it stuck. And it was close to my real name, my last name was also very similar, so it just sort of stuck."

"How come we never celebrate it together?"

"I'm not the kind of person that likes to be the center of attention, discretion is key when you're a spy." She replied simply.

"Fair enough." Steve said with a light chuckle.

"Favorite book?"

"Easy. The Time Traveler's Wife."

"Favorite color?" Natasha had to pause and think about it for a moment.

"Oh come on Nat, everyone has a favorite color." Steve teased.

"Light blue." She finally replied.

"Favorite season?"

"Winter."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Favorite holiday?"

"Arbor Day." She replied with a smirk.

"What?! Why?!"

"It's one of the only holidays that doesn't require me to go to a party or get dressed up. Like I said before, I don't like to make big deals about things."

"Did you have a favorite teacher?"

Natasha thought about all the teachers in the Red Room, they were violent, cruel, and bloodthirsty so definitely none of them.

"Clint." She decided.

"I don't think that counts."

"He got me to join SHIELD, he trained with me and showed me how they operated so he was a friend who taught me."

"First crush?" He asked with a smirk on his face.

"If I tell you, you have to tell me who yours was?"

"Deal."

"When I was eleven I had a giant crush on Harrison Ford in Clear And Present Danger. How about you?"

"Audrey Hepburn, easy."

"Well, I think that's all the personality I can show for the day. But, this was… something. Thank you Steve." Natasha got up and went to her room. She pulled out her laptop and started preparing for a mission in the next three months. Every so often she would check on Katya and she would still be fast asleep on her bed.

Natasha was starting to get hungry, so she headed to the common area to make herself something. It was empty and eerily quiet, so she made herself a grilled cheese. She ate it while she continued to read the rather lengthy file. Suddenly Tony bounded in and it was no longer quiet. He playfully tapped his folder on top of Natasha's head.

"What's up Red? Where's your mini me?" Natasha just stared at him, her eyes narrowed in an aggressive way.

"Okay sorry, just trying to be friendly." Tony said as he held his hands up and backed away slowly into submission.

"She's still sleeping. That sedative that Bruce made knocked her out cold."

"I'm gonna watch How I Met Your Mother, wanna watch with me?"

"Yeah sure. I need a break from this stupid file I've been reading through it all day and it just keeps going."

They watched a couple of episodes and it was starting to get late which started to make both Tony and Natasha a little bit silly.

"Isn't it weird how Robin looks exactly like Maria?"

"Yeah You're right. They're like twins, it's honestly kind of weird." At this Natasha yawned.

"Goodnight Tony."

"Aww! Please just stay for one more episode?"

"Tony. I'm tired and I have to take Katya to an appointment tomorrow." Natasha walked down the hall, opened her door, then almost immediately flopped onto her bed. Katya didn't even move. The only indicator that she was still alive was the small rise and fall of her chest and her slow breathing.

After Natasha put the sedative in, Katya was almost instantly swallowed up by darkness. It was only broken when she would be visited by a memory. It was everything that had happened at the Barton farm, from her arrival, to shopping at Costco, all the events surrounding movie day, and finally when she left. In between the moments of memory she could hear far away voices, and vaguely recognize the sensation of being carried in someone's arms. It was strange, she had been unconscious before but this felt different. It felt almost dreamlike. Before she could almost always tell when she was unconscious and would just wait to wake herself up again. This was odd, it was entertaining, almost.

Then, she could gradually feel the light coming in and her eyelids slowly opened. She was no longer in the Quinjet, instead she was in Natasha's room. And the assassin herself was sleeping peacefully beside her.

"What the fuuu…?" Katya muttered as she got her bearings. Natasha stirred at her mutter.

"You're finally up."

"What day is it?"

"It's Wednesday."

"What?! I fell asleep Tuesday morning!"

"Sorry. Bruce is still experimenting with the sedative he made for you. Now, we gotta go, you have an appointment in 2 hours."

"What?! And you didn't think to ask me about any of this?!"

"Oh you would've said no anyway!" Natasha said heading to the bathroom. Katya was still fuming, but she got dressed and made herself some breakfast all the same. She was waiting by the elevator when Natasha arrived.

"Are you mad?" Natasha said coyness playing across her face.

"mozhet byt'." (Maybe.) Katya said as she aggressively pushed the floor seven button.

"How did you know?"

"I hardly thought you meant you made me a haircut appointment." Within seconds Katya had filled out the forms and was brought into Dr. Sugerman's office.

"It's good to see you again Katya. How have you been?"

"Good."

"It's good to finally hear your voice. But, from what I've heard you've had a pretty miserable past couple of days."

"Yeah. I guess."

"What can you tell me about it?" She asked, pulling out her notepad.

"Well… Natasha and I were watching movies all day…"

"What movies?"

"Disney movies."

"Okay, continue."

"And, we were in between movies and I left to use the bathroom. She asked me what I wanted to watch and I told her it didn't matter to me. But, when I came back it started out like every other movie, then I saw this girl. On the screen I mean and she looked really familiar. It was like I knew her from before but didn't remember."

"Like déjà vu?"

"Yes, like that. Then, she started to sing and my head started hurting, it was one of the worst headaches I ever had. And, I don't know why, but I recognized the pain and I knew I was about to do something bad. Next thing I know, I'm grabbing a knife by the blade, it hurts so badly, but I don't stop. And I attacked Natasha when she came outside. Somehow she got me to stop."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"I felt awful. I felt like a horrible person, why couldn't I stop myself from attacking her, I didn't want to. I swear I never would have done that, she's like a sister to me."

"Sometimes people's brains work differently Katya, and that's not your fault. Okay? That's not your fault. Now do you remember what movie this was?"

"Tarzan." Katya said and she almost shuddered at the name.

"Now, when did the pain in your head start before, during, or after she started singing?"

"Before, I could feel a little bit of a headache coming on, then I figured out something bad was about to happen and I tried to get away so I wouldn't hurt anyone."

"How would you describe the pain?"

"It felt like my head was full, heavy, almost like it was filled with rocks and cobwebs. And, my head ached, it was like a migraine, very rhythmic and repetitive. And I heard voices in my head?"

"What did the voice sound like?"

"It was high and squeaky almost like a flute."

"Interesting, what did it tell you to do?"

Katya hesitated at that question, afraid of what Dr. Sugerman would think of her.

"Kill." She said quietly, ashamed. Though she felt relieved when Caroline hardly flinched.

"I didn't want to though, it was like for a fraction of a second my brain was split into two."

"Katya, I want you to understand

something. This wasn't your fault. Your brain was trained to work differently than most people, but I'm going to try and help you. Now, how did you recover from the incident?"

"Natasha had me listen to music, and I fell asleep."

"Okay what else? What do you like to do that's calming?"

"Umm… I like to color, or run, and listen to music."

"Those are all wonderful coping skills. You just have to learn how to deal with the way that your brain works in a way that is healthy. That means no drugs, no unhealthy eating habits, sexual activity, harming yourself or others, etc. Now what I think we are going to do is start out by putting you on a medication to help you have better control of your brain. Now, they don't really make medicine to help people recover from being brainwashed, so we are going to have to experiment, because the problems you are facing are unique."

"Then, what medicine are you going to put me on?"

"I'm going to start you out on a medicine that is meant to treat people with depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, and panic disorder. We are going to start you off on a low dose and will adjust it as needed. I'm also going to prescribe you some over the counter melatonin to take for when you have trouble sleeping. How does that sound?"

"I'm not sure. Good I guess, just different."

"Okay. Well, keep in touch with me if anything happens, and communicate with the people you live with. You shouldn't have to suffer, now I'm not saying that these pills are going to fix everything, and you will still need to go to therapy and we may need to adjust some things, but it's a good place to start. And remember if it isn't working let someone know, it may not be the medicine for you."

"Okay."

"Now, we are just going to sit and draw. I want you to draw how you feel now, versus how you felt when you were in Russia. So here is one piece of paper for Russia and another piece of paper for now. And if you have any emotions, fears, or dreams you want to talk about, just let me know."

"Ok."

Caroline led her over to the table she had set up. Katya decided to start with her Russian drawing, because it was easier for her to describe her feelings then, than how she felt now. She organized the colors of markers and colored pencils she picked up. They were all various shades of black, grey, and red. She carefully drew different shapes on the paper. She drew diamonds, squares, rectangles, triangles, trapezoids and others. She drew until the shapes filled up the entire piece of paper. Then, she filled the shapes in with the different colors she chose until she was done, then she moved onto the next picture. The next picture she drew she grabbed a variety of different colors from blue, green, and yellow, to red, grey black, and brown. She drew a red and blue circle. Two red triangles that were connected at the vertices. A red and yellow oval. A tall green and brown rectangle. Finally, in the middle she put a different type of polygon. It wasn't really a circle, or oval, or rectangle, or diamond, it was very oddly shaped and it was just plain white. The shape had sort of bolts or lasers coming out of it. They were grey and red. They would head towards the rest of the shapes but stop suddenly.

"Okay I think I'm done."

"Let me see. Beautiful! Which one would you like to talk about?How about this one?" She pointed to the mostly red one.

"Or, this one?" She pointed to the other one.

"Both?"

"Yes, that's perfectly fine. Okay so tell me what you drew."

"Umm…well. This red one is about my life back in Russia."

"Why did you choose those colors?" Caroline asked, looking up from her heavily detailed notes.

"They're dark and powerful colors. They made me do some bad things there. I always associate it with darkness and blood. But at the same time I was so used to it I didn't want to leave even though I hated it there. That's why the shapes are so pointed and strong like rectangles and triangles."

"It seems like you're saying it was bad, but it was all you knew so it seemed safe."

"Yes."

"Okay, go on."

"And the second picture is mostly about my life now, living with the Avengers."

"I see that you have all their symbols. But what about that shape in the middle it's all…wonky?"

"That's me."

"Why did you draw yourself so different from the rest of the shapes, I don't think you're all wonky or distorted like the way you drew it."

"I don't know. It's just how I feel. I'm living in a room full of literal gods and heroes, and I feel like I'm a villain pretending to be a hero. It makes me feel like I'm ruining their goodness, like a parasite."

"Is that why you drew those red and grey lines stretching towards the rest of the shapes?"

"Yes. I think I'm not good enough to be among them."

"Katya, nobody's perfect. But you need to give yourself a little more credit. You've been through so much and you don't seek revenge, or try to take it out on anyone, you just quietly endure it. It's very… refreshing. Okay, well I think that's enough for today. How do you feel?"

Katya considered it for a moment.

"Lighter. Better." She decided.

"I'm glad."

"I hope you have an awesome day and I will see you next week at the same time. Your prescription should be ready later this afternoon, don't operate heavy machinery, just take it easy and communicate how you feel with others."

"Okay. Thank you."

"You're welcome." Then, Katya walked out and closed the door behind her. Natasha rose from the waiting room chair, and wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked out of the office and down the stairs.

"How was it?"

"Good."

"Wanna go get lunch somewhere, just the two of us?"

"Yes. That sounds nice, actually." They took a subway to a little Russian place that Nat had discovered the first few months she had moved to America and was exploring the city. They walked in and got seated at a table. It was a cozy little booth in the back. A waitress approached them.

"Hello, ladies I'm Sasha and I'll be your waitress for today. Can I start you off with something to drink?"

"Da, ya vyp'yu chayu, pozhaluysta."(Yes, I'll have tea please.) Natasha said in perfect Russian.

"Akh ty govorish' po russki!" (Ah you speak russian!) The waitress replied excitedly.

"A chto by vy khoteli, miss?"(And what would you like, Miss?)

"Prosto voda dlya menya."(Just water for me.) Katya said.

"How was your appointment?"

"It was good."

"What did you talk about?"

"Mostly about the incident on Monday, how I'm feeling living with the Avengers, she's gonna put me on a medication to try and help."

"How do you feel about living with the Avengers?" Katya smiled.

"I'm much happier than I was. I like living with such good people."

"I'm glad. When do you start taking the medicine?"

"She said it'll be ready to pick up this afternoon and then I can start taking it tomorrow."

"Okay. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry that I didn't tell you what trying out the sedative might cause."

"It's okay."

"So, I've been looking around and I think Midtown High School might be a good fit for you." Katya laughed.

"High School! I thought you were just joking when you told me I could go to high school. We both know that I've been doing college level work at like 10! Why would I need to go to high school?"

"I was being completely serious. Besides, it would be good for you to make some friends."

"I don't think I'll ever be able to trust another human being again." Katya said before she took a sip of her water.

"They messed us up pretty good didn't they?" Instinctively, Katya eyed a particularly long scar on her forearm.

"Yeah, they did."

"But, you learned to trust me, and Clint, Laura, and Pepper. Just keep trying."

"Maybe." Katya just shrugged, looking uncertain.

"Anyway, I was looking around and I think Midtown high might be really good for you. It's close by, just in Queens and has very good reviews, students seem nice enough."

"Sounds promising, but for now I say let's cross that bridge when we get to it." Natasha laughed.

"Alrighty then."

After chatting and enjoying delicious homemade Russian food, the two decided to walk back to the tower. Katya flopped down on the couch as soon as they got to the floor that they needed. She was mentally exhausted and just wanted to binge watch her favorite tv show, SNL. She was on her third episode, but she was starting to get bored, she felt restless, like she needed to move. She headed to her room and changed into a pair of leggings, a tee shirt, and a sweatshirt. She headed down to the gym. Even though she had been here several times, its sheer size and variety of equipment always astounded her. The first thing she did was put the air conditioning down super low, she found the cold helped her to focus better and reminded her of home. Then, she stretched her tense muscles, then headed towards what the other Avengers called the playground which was basically an obstacle course that pretty closely resembled a playground. She went across the monkey bars, then in one long swing of her legs flipped herself so that she was standing on top of the monkey bars. She ran across them, feeling satisfied as she reached the platform quickly and without any hiccups along the way. She reached up for the roof and pulled herself up and practiced jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She thought of that time Madame B had beaten her for doing it improperly.

"Suck on that!" She shouted, feeling proud of herself for mastering it, before jumping onto the next roof. Then, she lowered herself into one of the windows of the playground. She opened up a dresser drawer, and found a loaded gun. The building was meant to be an apartment, so they had filled it with old furniture and stuff. She fired the gun at a moving target that flew by a window and continued to seek out the many targets, mostly automatically mobile ones that were built by Tony and destroy them. Finally, when the last target was destroyed she reset the playground and all the targets and put the gun back in the dresser.

She drank several gulps of water from her bottle before picking up a couple of different guns and knives. She just did some easy stationary target practice. By the end of her session the entire target was just covered in knives, and bullet holes. She then picked up a smaller gun and did some of the exercises she was taught at the Red Room. She would do a dive roll onto the ground to pick up her gun, then would do different standing, kneeling and sitting positions. She had done this since she could walk, so that by now it was just muscle memory. It was very smooth and graceful to any outsider; it probably looked like a dance between a girl and her gun. Hand to hand combat was next on her list, she traded her gun in for two boxing gloves and some tape to wrap up her hands. She started to wail on the punching bag, not in a nonsensical way though, her moves were all well thought out and precise. Suddenly she heard the smallest intake of breath. She spun around and used her leg to swipe her opponent's legs from under them. With a great amount of practice and experience, Katya grabbed a knife she had in a holster on her ankle while she was training earlier. She held it up to her opponent's throat.

"Captain Rogers! You scared the shit out of me!"

"Sorry!" He looked up at the girl who was almost a spitting image of Natasha, her eyes were sharpened the same way, she held the knife and sat on top of his chest the same way. Katya carefully got off of him and returned her knife back to it's holster. She took off her boxing gloves and put them back into the bin.

"You have great form!" Steve remarked.

"Thanks. I think I'm gonna go get cleaned up and get dressed."

"Okay. Let me know if you ever wanna spar sometime. Don't forget tonight's game night! Also why is it like 19 degrees in here?"

Katya just smiled slightly then, walked out of the gym. She took a shower and got changed, then checked her watch. It was a little bit after two pm. She rushed to the elevator, her practiced feet not making even a little noise as she ran.

"Ah! Oh my God!" Pepper cried as she was almost run over by the girl.

"Sorry!" She said quickly as she ran into the elevator, and pressed the button for the medical bay. She speed walked up to the counter of the pharmacy.

"Hi. How can I help you, Miss?"

"Hi…I'm here to pick a couple of prescriptions."

"Okay what's the name?"

"Smirnova, Katya."

"Okay so that's the Fluoxetine and the Busperione?"

"Yes, and I was wondering if I can have five refills for a grade A first aid kit, some extra strength ibuprofen, and Bruce Banner's allergy medication."

"Why?"

"I live with the Avengers and I was told to pick it up while I was here."

"I'm going to have to double check that. One moment."

"Okay."

The pharmacist typed in a number on the phone rather loudly while Katya leaned against the counter and tapped her foot in an annoyed manner.

"Hi, this is Tracy from the SHIELD pharmacy, I have a girl here saying that she needs extra strength pain reliever, anti anxiety medication, and an allergy prescription for Bruce Banner." Katya heard Pepper's sweet voice over the phone, she sounded very overwhelmed and confused.

"Uh one second. Anybody there's a call from the pharmacy saying someone is trying to pick up Bruce's prescription!"

"Hello." The voice this time was much deeper; it was a man's, specifically it was Clint.

"Yeah it's fine we told her to pick up the medicine, just give it to her."

"Okay. Thank you." She hung up the phone then handed the supplies over to Katya.

"Thanks." Katya went back up the elevator and went into the common room. Then, she went around and delivered the first aid kits and medicine to each Avenger. She walked back to the common space to see Pepper in the kitchen.

"Do you want any help?" Katya asked quietly, desperate for a task. She was so used to having a strict schedule that she no longer knew what to do with herself.

"That would be awesome. Can you start washing and cutting the carrots?"

"Sure." Katya went over to the sink and washed her hands in the cool, soapy water. The Red Room was made to have assassins look and act like stereotypical girls, which meant along with knowing how to build a bomb out of laundry detergent she was a pretty decent cook. She chopped the carrots with precision and placed them in a pan where she dressed them in olive oil, salt, and pepper before roasting them in the oven.

"Done."

"Oh that was fast. Umm, I'm almost done with the chicken so can you start making the rice."

"Okay."

Katya put the water on the stove to boil, then started on the dishes. For some reason she always enjoyed washing dishes, it was soothing, the sound of the running water, the clean smell of soap. She also liked when she dried the dishes, all the water, all the imperfections would disappear, and the sound of the dishes clattering against each other as she put them away. The worst part about it was the china cabinet, Madame B was always so particular about how they were put away. The cups would be stacked so precariously it looked as if it would fall over at any moment. It always made her anxious, Madame B loved her china and if it were to break you would surely be punished. She tried to push her thoughts aside as she continued to put them away.

Dinner was nice. They played some games after, as usual Tony and Steve got into an argument during charades, shortly after that Katya wanted to head to bed. She loved the Avengers, but sometimes there was just too many conflicting personalities, and it would get too loud.

"Hey where, you going Kat?" Tony called as she got up to sneak into her room.

"You and Steve are getting too loud, I'm going to bed."

"Aw come on stay, surely a little noise won't bother you? I saw you beat the shit out of Rogers, that must've been harder than a little argument." Katya just shrugged and went into her bedroom. Katya took a long shower, then crawled into bed. She wasn't quite tired yet, but she wanted to have some quiet time. All the rooms in the compound were soundproof, so you couldn't hear anything coming from the living room. She turned on some nature show, then passed out soon after.