A/N: Hi, it's me again. Thank you so much for staying with me and carrying on reading! When I got your reviews I really appreciated it, and thank you to whoever 'guest' is? I put the wrong word into my summary, thanks for correcting me. Anyway, thanks for all the support and PMs that people have been sending; it's really encouraged me to write more and more! So anyway, read on.
Chapter Two: Suspicions
A plain looking woman. Glasses that sat on the end of her nose. Her eyes dark and dashing all over the place, constantly looking for something, whether it was equipment or a file. Her latex gloves had no creases, no place where it caught in the ridges of the skin. Her hair was brunette, red at the roots. Agent Romanoff frowned at that. Until noticing that, she'd quite liked the woman. Well, for the two seconds she'd known her.
The doctor glanced up. 'I can tell from here that your toe's broken.' She squinted down at the Black Widow's foot. 'Though…' she began, whilst applying anti-inflammatory to the black and blue skin that had swollen to nearly double the size of the original tissue.
'Go on.' The agent cooed in a smooth tone. The agents were the ones meant to be keeping the secrets, not the doctors, she started to dislike this woman more.
The woman stared at her with inquisitive eyes. They looked questioning but frightened at the Widow's haunting stare. She shook her head, laughing a little, usually the medics would panic at a look like that, but she'd dealt with at least a thousand agents. SHEILD agents too, meaning it was far worse.
She stood up and turned to replace the cream to her desk. 'I said go on.' Agent Romanoff demanded, staring coldly at the back of the doctor's head. She had been right to trust her instincts. Anyone who was ashamed of red hair was a deceitful little –
'There's no need to look at me like that.' The doctor rolled her eyes. Perhaps the agent had jumped to conclusions…? She focused her eyes into slits. Better safe than sorry, she heard herself think.
'Go on.' She repeated, her voice remaining in the tone the phrase had originally come out as.
The doctor just looked at her with unimpressed eyes. 'I'm a SHEILD doctor.' She reminded the Agent. 'I've seen this many times. You always jump ahead.' She sighed. 'Think I'm going to kill you in your sleep or something… always.' She muttered, and then looked back at the agent. 'This training makes you all so suspicious of the innocent of things. I was going to say, I was surprised you didn't have any other injuries.' She almost laughed.
The Agent relaxed a little on the inside, her guard remained strong and fierce. To the doctor, it seemed like no such change had taken place.
'I had a dislocated elbow, but I managed that myself.' Natasha repeated, only informing the doctor what she needed to know. 'I also became a victim to a nasty blow in the head, but I managed to get to a surgeon quickly. He sorted it.' She stated, as the doctor just nodded.
'Did he use stiches.' The doctor asked calmly. Looking at Agent Romanoff with eyes that, the widow could have sworn, said You missed out the most important information.
'Yes.' She commented. Smoothly.
'Where was it?'
'Here.' The Agent pointed under her hair. The doctor examined it, as she lifted the mass or curls and inspected the ten stiches, that appeared just above her neck.
'Where you conscious…?' She asked curiously.
'Naturally.' The Agent smirked, doctors always doubted her.
The plain doctor relayed the information into the screen and then onto a paper format, just in case something happened to SHEILD's database. She looked up smiling at the Black Widow. 'Just need your confirmations now.'
The Widow grinned to herself on the inside. This was the part she loved; Fury was so secretive that he didn't even trust SHEILD doctors with his Agents' information. She knew the information would be changed, and her real name put on the database eventually, but she liked toying with the doctors. She had suspicions that she'd enjoy this one.
'Name?' 'Agent Smutt.' The agent retorted in a serious voice. The doctor just nodded; Romanoff had personally chuckled when she had chosen that name at the start. She was disappointed when the doctor didn't do the same. Probably out of respect. She assured herself. She thinks it's my real name and all…
'Mission?' 'Poisson H1.' She grinned, watching the doctor decide whether or not the French word for fish was a suitable mission name. It's probably more suitable than 'tuition mission'… The Agent rolled her eyes at her mission's real nickname.
'Okay, you're all done.' The doctor smiled. 'It's nice to have a shorter visit.' She sighed. The Black Widow, being the spy she was, became curious.
'What do you mean?' The agent pondered innocence and emotion spreading her face.
The doctor studied her for a while, thought to herself as if deciding whether to trust her or not, and shrugged. 'The only other patient I've had today took three hours to assess.' The doctor laughed thinking she had not given anything away, but Agent Romanoff was deep in her thought.
Three hours? She mused. If that's just for an assessment… then they're ill. Note: Not physically, but mentally. If it had been three hours in surgery then she'd have probably shrugged it off.
The agent studied the Doctor. Her body language told her to trust what she was saying. The doctor nodded a goodbye and Agent Romanoff pretended to walk towards the door. She kept her eye on the doctor the whole time.
With her back turned to the Widow, the Doctor placed 'Agent Smutt's file in a cabinet, allowing the Agent to glimpse at the other files in her care. There was one.
And it was packed full of information.
Not bothering to say goodbye to the doctor, trying not to care; she knew she'd never see that woman again, on one side because she had a different doctor every time, on the other because… she had well… 'said too much'. If it had been anyone other than her, then maybe they wouldn't have cared, but when Fury saw the footage he'd know; Agent Romanoff was well aware that one of his Agent's was critically ill.
She need to know the doctor's name, so she could track the where about of that file; once it was shipped into another doctor's care… she sighed, she should warn the woman that she wouldn't be living for longer than three hours. She cursed herself; ever since the 'Avengers' she'd began 'feeling' and 'caring' for others. Only a little, but still, it put her off her job. She had to forget that doctor, it was her fault anyway.
She found herself heading back to the room she'd been assigned for the night. Sighing as she opened the door; how pathetic has she become? After the Avengers everything now seemed boring and pointless, and not to mention tiring. Was she really entertaining herself by trying to discover this 'mystery agent'? Who would probably be someone she'd never even met before.
The answer was… yes… yes she was.
She thought to herself. Out in the field, it would have taken her less than a minute from receiving the information to the deduction on what was wrong with 'them'. Assessments… She thought to herself. Mental… so it's either 1. they've turned psycho or sociopathic… 2. They have a disorder that will prevent them from completing their work… or 3. They've begun to care about others around them, not just themselves. Thus not being able to complete their mis-
She stopped dead. Feeling the sweat roll over her.
'What happened to Agent Barton completing the mission?' 'I think he's otherwise engaged.'
Please lord… She prayed. Please, just once let me instincts be wrong.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN! Haha, so was her instincts correct? And what exactly is wrong with Hawkeye? What do you think will happen? PM me or review :) I'm enjoying writing this story; and your supports really helping me along the way. I want to write more :) I also hope you don't think I'm being too harsh on the doctor; just trying to make it realistic… they are SHIELD for goodness sake! Oh, and anyone who's young or against it… the swearing and 'flirting' will start in the next chapter. Anyway… what did you think?