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Chapter 2

Good Morning Agent Barton and Agent Romanoff. Mr. Stark has breakfast ready on the 7th floor, the rest of the team is currently in the kitchen.

"Thanks JARVIS."I replied. I looked over to Natasha and saw her eyes opening.

" 'Morning Tasha, sleep well?" I asked sounding as innocently as possible.

"Shut up Barton." She replied pulling the covers over her face. I laughed, she reminded me of a little kid not wanting to go to school.

"Come on sleepy head, time to wake uuuup." I pulled the covers back and poked her head. She turned on her stomach and buried her face on the pillow.

"I swear to God Barton if you don't stop poking my head I will break every bone in your body." Her words were muffled by the pillow but I got her drift. I shuffle out of bed and start getting dressed. Once I finished I went to make a cup of coffee knowing we were both going to need it to start the day. I came back into the room and Natasha hadn't moved a muscle. I was certain she had fallen back a sleep until she stuck out her hand, signaling for me to hand her, her coffee. I gave her the steaming cup of caffeine and she sat up. She both sat on the bed in silence sipping our coffee.

"How's your side feeling?" I asked, my eyes not leaving her. She shrugged. "May I take a look?" She shrugged again. I took that as a yes, and lifted her shirt up. It was defiantly better than last night, but still needed stitches. "It looks better, but you still need stitches, I'll take you to the medical ward after breakfast." She nodded and finished the last bit of her coffee before starting to get dressed. I could see her still favoring her ankle, and I resisted the urge to help her. Once she finished we made our way to the elevators. The doors opened to reveal Rogers and Stark in a game of tug-a-war with a piece of toast and Banner recording it with his phone.

"Let go of MY piece of toast Stark!"

"Screw you Rogers. I had it first!" I ran a hand over my face and felt Natasha presence leave. I looked up in time to see her stroll over to the two fighting men and take the toast from their hands. They both watched mouths open as she ate the toast and walked back to stand next to me. I couldn't help but smile. Natasha expression stayed emotionless.

"What the hell!" Yelled Tony. "That was MY fucking piece of toast!" I looked over at Rogers and saw he had already dropped it and started making himself waffles. I could tell Tony was going to do no such thing. Bruce started laughing and I joined in. Natasha walked right past Tony and poured herself another cup of coffee. Stark just stared at her the whole time, mouth open eyes narrowed. She sat down beside Bruce and I walked over to Tony.

"Well Mr. Stark, it looks like you just got owned. By a girl." I clasped him on the shoulder and sat down next to Natasha. He opened his mouth to say something but JARVIS interrupted him.

Sorry to interrupt sir, but Nick Furry is insisting he speak with the team.

"Ugh, we just finished saving the world, I thought we were going to get a little peace before that Cyclops comes knocking on the door."

So I should let him in sir?

"Whatever."

Seconds later Nick Fury walked in wearing his usual eye patch and long black coat.

"Thank you Mr. Stark, for graciously letting me into your home." Tony just sat there, pouting like a little child.

"Agent Barton, Agent Romanov." He nodded towards myself and Natasha. "Dr. Banner, Captain the board has requested that all of you are present when Loki and Thor are send back to Asgard. They will be leaving this afternoon at exactly 4 o'clock. The board has also decided that the safest place for them to leave will be the same place we found Thor's hammer. I trust you will ALL be there." He glanced over at Tony before walking out.

"Well that was a pleasant visits considering it was Fury." I stated. Natasha nodded in response.

"Hey Rogers do you think you could give me a ride on that motorcycle of yours? I don't exactly have a ride to get there." Asked Bruce. "Sure no problem Banner." I glanced over at Natasha and noticed she was grimacing in… pain? Oh shit! I gotta take her to the medical ward! "Natasha." I whispered, "I think we should go to the medical ward now." She almost looked relieved. "Yeah, sure." I stood up and held out a hand for her, but all I got was a dirty look. We started walking out when we were stopped by Tonys voice.

" Excuse me, where do you think you two are going?"

"Fuck off Stark." Natasha answered.

"A bit touchy are we?" Pushed Stark. I hoped for the sake of his health he would shut the hell up. I knew Natasha wanted to go to the medical ward too much to right Tony right now, and lucky for him she just kept walking. Once we were alone she started favoring her ankle again, worse this time. The ward was only three floors down but it felt like forever. We walked in and were immediately met my a flustered looking nurse.

"FINALLY!" She squealed, "you two are the only members who haven't completed their check up." She surveys both of us, her eye's lingering on Natasha. "yes well, this way." She lead us down a long corridor of white doors. We reached the last door and she ushered me in, making sure Natasha didn't follow. "These are individual examinations." She closed the door leaving me surrounded by white furniture and the smell of bleach.

. . .

As soon as Barton's door closed I felt alone. I hated that. I don't understand why after being alone for almost all of my life, it felt so surreal now. I didn't have much time to ponder on that thought because the nurse was shoving me into the room across from Clints.

"A doctor will be here soon to check you over, you will most defiantly require stitches and perhaps other major care so I suggest you put on those robes." She nodded towards a white cloth laying on the bed. "Now if you please excuse me I must check on your friend." Put on robed? Fuck no, I'm not planning on staying here more than an hour. The very thought of having to stay long then 60 minutes gives me the chills, this place triggers WAY to many memories. I sat down on the bed just as the doctor walked in. He was a younger looking guy probably between 24-28 and he looked scared shitless. He was shaking and refused to make eye contact with me. My first thought was he lost a bet and had to be my doctor. Wouldn't surprise me.

"W-well Agent R-romanov, let's start with a simply X-Ray. I see you haven't changed into your robes yet, so if you don't mind I'll step out and let you get changed." He started walking away but I him stopped by clearing my throat. He slowly turned around ready to be attacked I'm sure.

"If you don't mind, I would prefer to keep the clothes I have on right now."

"Oh, ummm, I guess that shouldn't be a problem. Just follow me to the X-Ray room… please." I couldn't help but smirk at the way he was acting. I followed him back up the corridor and into the first door on the left. It was as white as the rest and had an X-Ray machine right in the middle of the room. "We will be X-raying your ankle, shoulder, and your left side. Please put on this vest while we capture your ankle." A few minutes later we headed back down to my room. "I'll be back momentarily with the results." And once again I found myself alone. And once again I didn't have much time to think about it before I heard Clint scream in agony from the other room.