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Here's Chapter 5!
"... and that's it." I finished with a sigh.
I had spent the last two hours being bombarded with questions from Natasha about everything and anything she could think of, and I, being a complete idiot, had blurted everything out about my past without thinking. I had told her things I never even told Alex, who I was closer to than anyone else in the world. But I got the feeling that I could trust Natasha, she seemed to be the friendliest person I would meet in the box I was stuck in. That, and the fact I had seen her tackle Tony against a wall in less than three seconds gave me the feeling they weren't the best of friends. Natasha, or Tasha as I now called her, just stared, and would have looked perfectly composed if her eyes hadn't been popping out of their sockets.
"Wow," she said finally.
"That's the quietest you've been yet," I told her with a light laugh, waiting for her verdict. I didn't have to wait long.
She stood up abruptly so I did too. "What are you going to do?" I asked her.
Her face was grim. "I am going to have a very long talk with Clint Barton," she replied, her lips pressed into a hard line.
"No!" I gasped, the pain in my head throbbing nastily as I struggled to see straight. I grabbed her arm as I swayed on my feet. "Tasha, you mustn't! Please!"
She seemed surprised by my reaction. "I won't hurt them," she soothed, as she caught me and lay me down on the bed. "I just want to talk. Clint and I have been friends for a long time; I wouldn't ever hurt him, okay?" She gave a small smile.
"What about Tony?" I persisted, pushing myself up on my elbows.
She paused. "I'm getting all the facts from Clint first, all right?" Before I could object, she pushed me down on the bed again. "Go to sleep," she said softly, "Your head will feel better when you wake up."
"Thank you, Tasha." I said gratefully, looking up at the woman who had took less than two hours to become my friend.
She smiled at me, genuinely. "Sleep, you'll need your rest."
"Why?" I asked, curious now.
She sighed with impatience and pulled one of the chairs over to my bed. "I won't leave until you go to sleep, you know that, right?"
I sighed in annoyance, knowing she wouldn't answer my question now. "Fine," I grumbled to myself and she laughed softly. "Sweet dreams," she whispered.
-x-
Once I had made my breathing slow and deep enough for long enough, she seemed convinced I was asleep and got up pulling out her phone as she went. I watched her through my half closed lids. She dialled a number into her phone and held it up to her ear, glancing at me every few seconds. "Steve?" she whispered, "Steve, when you get this, come to IR134 as soon as you can. Thanks." She snapped the phone shut and waited.
Five minutes later a tall blond man rushed in. "Natasha?" he said and Natasha shushed him quickly. Keeping with my Oscar performance, I sighed and rolled over onto my side, where I had a better view of the two adults. "Is everything alright?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Yes," she said, "I just need to take care of a few things. Will you watch her for me?"
"Who is she?" he asked
"I'll tell you later," she glanced over at me again, "I just don't want to leave her on her own."
"Why?"
"She's been through a lot today. I'll fill you in later, okay? Call me if she wakes up."
"What's her name?" he asked curiously.
"Tony, Clint and Bruce know her as Margaret Carter," he froze at the name, "but she told me her name is Chrissie. Chrissie Carter, okay?"
He only nodded, eyes fixed on my face, and Natasha quickly left. When the door quietly snapped shut, he took a step towards me.
"Peggy?" he whispered.
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