Hello lovelies! It's been awhile since I've updated, sorry :C, but anyway, here ya go, enjoy!
Recap: Natasha is finally released from sick-bay and is moved into a luxurious suite on her own floor, located near Barton's own suite on the same floor. It was a filler chapter, and I'm not good at recapping. Oh well.
Her mother's screams are far away
Her father's screams are silent.
Between the clashing sea
And her mortal enemy
She rather dream with sharks.
Little Razin beware,
Natasha's awake.
Natasha woke covered in a cold sweat, the last of her nightmare slowly ebbing away. She sat up, the covers falling off her, leaving her shivering and alone in the large, dark room. Her light footsteps were barely audible as she padded across the floor and out into the living room. The lights from the city came in through the wall of glass and bathed the room in pale, cold, light. She sat on the couch, tucked her legs underneath her, and turned to stare at the city.
Hours passed by, and the sky turned slowly from inky black to navy blue, and was just turning a blushing pink when Natasha finally stirred from her spot. She shuffled into the kitchen and made coffee. She was in too much pain to move much more, so she sat on the cold tiles and drank her coffee, relishing its bitter warmth. Now considerably less in pain, she dressed slowly in one of her new uniforms, and left. The elevator stopped a few floors down, and three agents entered.
"Agent Romanoff." One said curtly, before becoming silent once again.
Natasha inclined her head forward an inch, and the resumed leaning on the soft, plush wall of the elevator. Movement from the right caught her eye, and she glanced around lazily, trying to pinpoint the source. The elevator stopped abruptly, causing Natasha to slam painfully into the wall.
"What the hell are you doing?" She snarled, gingerly rubbing her throbbing head.
"What are we doing? What are we doing? You're the one that destroyed an entire company of highly skilled agents, we're here to protect everyone else from you" spat one of the agents, raising his gun.
Natasha internally squirmed. There were no favorable options here; she had her back against the wall. She closed her eyes, took a small intake of breath, and sprung forward. She tackled the man with the gun to the floor, smashing his head on the metal handrail.
The two other agents approached her at the same time, but slowly, methodically. She leapt to her feet, felt around in her jumpsuit for a knife, but found none. She scowled, reached into her braided hair and retrieved a crimson-colored throwing knife. She advanced towards the two agents, knocked one aside and drove the blade through the suit of the other and deep into the fabric behind him. She slammed his head into the wall, and it lolled limply to the side.
She turned towards the final agent, who had drawn his gun. She kicked the gun out of his hand, her body protesting against her movements. She clenched her fist around his Italian silk tie, wrapped it tightly around the handrail, leaving him scrabbling helplessly and gasping for air.
The elevator restarted and dropped down several floors before the doors finally opened. Shocked faces peered around doorframes, looking worriedly from each other, to the incapacitated agents, to Natasha. She walked past them as quickly, stopping at the end of the hall outside of Coulson's office. Before she could even knock, Coulson opened the door and motioned for her to enter. He sat back down behind his desk and gazed expectantly up at her.
"I was attacked in the elevator...because of what I did" she sat down heavily.
"I was expecting something like that might happen, I can assign a guard until-"
"That's not necessary" Natasha interrupted, "I just thought you would like to know why there were three agents with head injuries in the elevator" she finished.
"I figured you could handle yourself. Do you need me to send a medic up to your room?"
"I'm fine. I just wanted to know when I could back to work"
"You need to rest-"
"I don't need as much time to heal as you think I do
"You will rest until you're cleared by the Chief of Medicine. And before you go back up to your room to rest, stop by Level Four, they're tracking Razin."
"Yes, sir."
"And for God's sake, rest" he called after her as she left.
Natasha spent the next few hours on Level Four, giving out coordinates and watching a team of experts try to pinpoint Razin's location. She left them to their work, bringing with her the chip that had been planted in her. She curled up on her couch, rolling the micro device over and over in her fingers. She stiffened, launched herself out into the hall, calling to Barton as she flew to elevator.
"I'm an idiot Barton!"
"Already knew that." Came his muffled reply.
She waited impatiently in the elevator, sprinted back to Level Four, burst into the room, threw down the chip in front of the agents and panted, "This..is a….tracking….unit. If you retrace...the signal….you'll find….Razin."
"I'm sorry, Agent Romanoff, we disabled the tracing application when it was removed from your cerebellum."
"It's a decoy..function. It makes..you believe that...you disabled it. It only stops working if you….destroy it. Trace the damn signal."
Within a few seconds a red blip appeared on the screen.
"We got him" she smiled triumphantly. "Don't lose the signal." She started towards the door.
"Agent Romanoff, don't you want to know his location?"
"Nope. Track him for a few days, alert Agent Coulson immediately. I already know where the bastard is."
Hope you liked it darlings! I'll really try to update soon, but you know, life...Comment/review if you can, you have no idea how happy you all make me lovelies, hope you're all safe and sound,
- 4AM