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Here's Chapter 4

The lady with the red hair scanned the room. Her eyes rested on me only for a second, taking in my petrified looking stance, wide eyes and gaping mouth, and then snapped back to Clint and Tony.

"Who is this?" she asked in a deadly calm voice. I hugged my knees closer to my chest. The other three weren't looking exactly confident either.

"She's no one," Tony said, matching the red head's calm tone. "No need to always be so suspicious, Natasha."

The lady, Natasha, smiled mechanically, before moving like lightning towards Tony, and in less than three seconds she had him pinned up against the wall, her hand around his neck the only thing keeping him suspended a half a foot from the floor against the wall.

"It's my job to be suspicious, Stark, now, I'll ask you again, who is she, or do I have to go get Pepper?"

Tony tried to shake his head, but his face was slowly going purple and he made a choking noise. Natasha let him go. "Fine," she said, as Tony gasped for air and massaged his neck gingerly, "If you won't talk, she will. All of you. Out. NOW!" she shouted the last bit, and both Bruce and Clint hurried quickly towards the door, Tony following. When he got to the door he turned to look at me. "Move it, Stark." Natasha said from behind me and he reluctantly closed the door behind him.

Natasha sat across from me on the bed; her legs crossed and said "Stop looking so frightened, nobody's going to eat you." I bit my lip, and loosened my grip on my knees, only then realising how tight I had been gripping them. I massaged my wrists. "Who are you?" I asked her, surprised at how quiet my voice sounded.

She held out here hand for me to shake. "Natasha Romanoff." I took it cautiously and we shook hands. "What's your name?" she asked me, a friendly tone to her voice, but I could see in her eyes she was still suspicious.

"You really want the list?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Excuse me?"

"I've had a lot of names." I admitted. Since I was born, practically, my name had been changed every time we moved. And we moved a lot. By the time I was nine, when I went to the school in Miami with Tony and the others, I had lived in a grand total of 18 different countries and 7 different States. I told her this, and she frowned.

"Narrow it down then," she said, the friendly tone becoming more distant with every second. "Do you know your birth name?"

I nodded. "Christina Ann Cotter."

She smirked. "Nice." I glared at her. "That's what the boys know you as?" She didn't seem at all frightened or perplexed my glare, she found it amusing, and I could see her fighting a smile as she crossed me off as a potential threat in her head. I pursed my lips and shook my head.

"No," I said, "I'm Margaret Carter to them. That or Queen Victoria," I spat out, suddenly very angry again.

She raised her eyebrows in the change in my tone. "Queen Victoria?"

"Mocking my British accent, I suppose," I replied. "Can't you hear it?"

"Not really," she said, "I can only hear it because I was trained to."

"It was stronger when I was younger," I admitted, before I did a double take. She was trained in recognising accents?

She continued, seemingly oblivious to the questions brewing on my face. "So, what does Tony have against you?"

I could see where this was going, but her question seemed surprising, considering the obvious smirk on her face when she heard my name; I thought she would have been more subtle. Obviously not.

"I'm not your enemy."

"In my line of work, looks can be very deceiving," she replied.

I gave a frustrated scream through my gritted teeth. "What more do you want? Do you want to know how much I hate his guts for what he's done to me? How he made my life a living hell?" By this stage I had begun to pace, ignoring the screaming pain at the back of my head, my voice getting gradually louder with each passing second. "He made my middle school life so painful some nights still I wake up nightmares from all the times he hit me until I wasn't able to stand anymore. Now he has his two sidekicks throwing bricks at me and kidnapping me, all for some stupid silence, for something that I don't even know yet. And if you're with them," I spun around to face her, "then yes, I'm your enemy."

She actually looked surprised. "So... you were bullied in middle school. By Tony?"

"If being mocked, beaten-up, pushed, shoved, tortured, isolated, threatened and called unprintable name comes under the term "bullying," then yes," I replied, wincing as my head gave a particularly nasty throb.

She stood up and led me back to the bed and looked at me with worried eyes, the first real emotion I had seen from her, but I was too tired from the pain to care. My vision was starting to double so I closed my eyes and lent my head against the wall.

"Jesus," I heard her mutter, and then, louder to me, she said, "Are you sure it was a brick they threw?"

"Nope," I replied, opening my eyes to look up at her. "I'm taking Barton's word for it."

I thought I saw her eyes harden ever so slightly when I said his name, but it was so fast I doubted myself. With a messed up head I could be sure of nothing!

"So...,"she trailed off, and I looked up at her expectantly, "Can you think of anything that the boys would want your silence over?"

"Search me," I said, shrugging, before a thought came to me. "Actually..."

"What?"

"I can think of something."

"And?"

I could sense her impatience and I smiled slightly, before I stopped in case she thought I was smiling about what I was about to say.

"They thought, up until now, I guess, that I was dead, and that it was Tony's fault."

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