You guys should really watch Nanny Diaries before reading. And Age of Ultron. Even if it was bad. I forgot to put that on my author's note too…oops. I hope I didn't spoil anyone. Heh.

How was chapter one? Of course I'm going to ask because I get really anxious over everything.

2: Miss, Spy, Soldier

Who do you want me to be?

"Morning, sunshine," Entered the annoyingly assertive voice of Tony Stark, philanthropist extraordinaire, into the old Avengers kitchen. "Still no news of the Capsicle?"

"If I knew, I'd be posting on Twitter." Grumbled the Russian as she downed two more bites of her turkey leg. What? Girl's gotta eat what a girl's gotta eat. With eyes still closed from last night's sleep deprivation, she all but listened to the small sound of an object brushing against fabric as Tony grabbed his phone from his pocket and checked on something. "What's your handle name?"

"Hey, Astro Boy, why don't you try to not get us all killed in the tower this early in the morning?" Clint interjected, munching on his oatmeal beside Tasha. The two liked having their meals on the kitchen island, where it was both big and small enough for just the two of them. They also had a good visual on everyone in the room, since the kitchen was at the corner of it.

"I personally think that nickname's way better for Fix-it Felix over there," Tony jabbed a thumb in Thor's direction, the god himself enjoying four plates of the standard American breakfast. "Astro and stuff."

"The kid has rocket boots, Stark," The blonde archer snorted at him. Tony shrugged and made himself a cup of coffee.

After the events at Sokovia, Steve reluctantly putting his search for the Winter Soldier on hold for the sake of the scepter, the old Avengers tower wasn't as safe to both its residents and its neighbors, and yet again the billionaire among the group offered to handle the financial department of building a new headquarters somewhere else more desolated. Most of the time, though, the Avengers spent their days in the New York Avengers tower, the old one, as it was more comfortable with less people coming up to them to sign what and track who and whatnot. Right after Natasha and the Captain had trained the new members of the Avengers, the American directly flew back to who knew where to resume his search.

None of the remaining Avengers could blame him, of course. They fully punished Natasha instead. They had nagged her for days on end with questions about the Captain and when he was going to be back and why he wouldn't send post cards and hey, how about Brucey eh, and does it suck to be just Clint's work-wife 'cause you guys have a thing, and on and on and on.

Did she forget to mention that Tony was the only one who was an ass enough to be relentless about it?

Sometimes the redhead could handle it, because she usually left it to Barton to go and warn them before she bit their fingers. On other days, Thor would find Tony stuck under Mjolnir (because yes, inanimate objects were apparently worthy and that was how the Widow could haul the hammer around), or Clint would take out his phone and take shots of his arrows lodged in places Tony almost wished he wasn't born with.

Natasha was actually really glad to be the most active among the Avengers. She liked to be productive, she liked being useful. And while Fury would poke at the Captain's whereabouts as well, the Black Widow wouldn't budge.

She'd given those files to Steve because he'd asked. And he had asked for them because she knew.

It was as simple as that, but so complicated altogether. Most of the time the Widow was not one to spoonfeed her teammates their needs, nor was she the type to help, despite the many different times they had helped her. It was difficult to trust people when even you knew you couldn't trust yourself.

But she owed him. He had saved her life when back then she wouldn't have cared to do the same for his.

"If it was the other way around, and it was down to me to save your life, now you be honest with me, would you trust me to do it?"

"I would now."

Damn it. She wished she could say they were even now, but asking for help from her little Russian buddies had meant that she had done something of her own accord, fully aware that her debt to Captain America had already been repaid, yet she had still pushed through. Although she hated to acknowledge it, she had helped Steve of her own volition, with no regard whatsoever as to how this was going to affect their relationship as teammates in the future. Who knew he might've thought it was okay to keep asking for favors from her now and then?

Natasha cursed again, this time in Russian.

"Language," Barton taunted in Russian as well. She looked up from her turkey bone to meet the archer's eyes. They seemed to ask the question that she had been trying to avoid for a while. Clint was eventually going to figure out anyway if she evaded him then, except she'd be compromised once more if she let the charade go any further.

"Just so you know, JARVIS has Google Translate on the tab, so, uh," Interrupted Ironman as he tapped the glass rectangle called his phone. Taking his cue, the AI replied. "I don't think I would want to say the word Agent Romanoff had just used, sir."

"What about Katniss over here?"

"Agent Barton said something Captain Rogers had said to you in one of your earlier trips to Sokovia."

It took the dark-haired man a while to register which one of Rogers' statements it was, but Barton had completely lost himself, forcing the woman beside him to rub his back before he fell into a coughing fit. "Gosh darn it, Barton," Tony put his knuckles on his hips mockingly and jutted to one side. "And here I was, thinking Red was the only one missing our American flag."

"Speak for yourself, Tin Man," Bid the female agent as she headed for the sink to dump her empty plate on. At this point Clint was slapping the table, his knee, anything he could get his tingly hands on, but the Widow knew better as she listened to the patterned taps and wheezes of the blonde.

"Don't hide it."

Ooh, I really like this. I mean, I hate Brutasha – it's unnatural and disgusting and Scarlett agreed on it too. Like she got confused about the script on AoU. Geez, I want to file a restraining order for Natasha Romanoff from Whedon. That was not a good call, bro. NOT GOOD.

-Strawbeariiis