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After we discussed what happened to me in the red room, we all went out separate ways, but I noticed Clint going off in a rampage. He got into the lift, looking at the ground, and I just watched the elevator doors shut.

"JARVIS?" I mouthed and he still picked up the fact that I was saying something, or at least trying to say something.

"Yes, Miss Romanoff."

"Where is Clint going?"

"I believe he is going to the gym, Miss Romanoff."

"Thank you JARVIS."

"You're welcome, Miss Romanoff."

I took the stairs down to the gym and looked through the door, before entering. He was punching a boxing bag, almost as hard as Steve does, and that was pretty impressive. I opened the door, but Clint didn't seem to notice. He had headphones in and was too concentrated on hitting the bag to notice me enter. I walked over to him, my light feet making almost no sound, and tapped him on the shoulder, just as light as my footsteps. He swung round, almost pulling his arm back to punch, but stopped himself quickly, putting his arm back down by his side.

"Hey." he said and I smiled. "What is it?" he asked.

"Shouldn't I be asking you that question?" I asked and he sighed. He undid the boxing gloves and placed them underneath the punch bag. Walking over to the benches, near the drinks, I noticed him shaking his head slightly. I sat down on the bench, whilst he got this drink, but he joined me after he had a couple of large gulps. The sweat on his forehead was trickling down his face, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Sitting down next to me, he explained "You never told me about your sister. I just find it so irritating that you never told me."

"Why would I ever tell you?"

"Because i'm your best friend Natasha." he said loudly, throwing his hands up in the air. "I've told you everything. I told you about my past, my brother, all relationships that i've had and you didn't even have the courtesy to mention that you slept with Bucky."

"That's what this is about? Bucky?" I asked, slightly shocked that he was so...jealous, it seemed.

"You got married to the guy, for Christ sakes! Surely that's important. It's not on your file. I mean, Fury doesn't know about that does he?" he shouted and I stayed silent. "FURY KNOWS?" he shouted. "Fury fucking knows but you decided not to tell your best friend." I ignored the emotion word of 'best friend'.

"Fury found a document at the Red Room when he raided it! I'm sorry I didn't tell you and I feel quite bad about it."

"Oh well that's okay if you feel quite bad about it then all is forgiven." he said sarcastically, in a stupid voice.

"I'm sorry." I mouthed, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I wanted to tell you, but Fury told me not to tell you specifically in case it jeopardised future missions."

"And when he came back officially...when I told Cap that there was a tracker in his suit and he was a fugitive from S.H.I.E.L.D...why didn't you say anything?"

"We wanted Rogers to figure out his issues with Bucky by himself." I explained. "Bucky came after me because he wanted me back in his life i'm guessing." Clint took a moment to collect his senses and he put his head in his hands. "i'm sorry I hurt you." I said to myself, knowing that he wouldn't hear me. "I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I'm sorry I over-reacted." he whispered and turned his head to me. "You had to stay quiet and I know it's personal to you. I'm sorry." I just shook my head at that.

"I never meant to hurt you."

"I know." he said, his voice still quiet. "I'm sorry about your sister." he said, holding my hand in his. "I never thought about how that must affect you."

"There was nothing to think about beforehand because you didn't know. I just get on with my life, trying to forget about everything. But James' visit brought it all back into my head."

"This shoudn't have happened to you."

"I think I can deal with a knife to the throat." I said. Is he insulting me or something?

"I mean everything. The red room, Bucky, your sister's death. You don't deserve that." he said, standing up, looking at the opposite wall.

"I do." I said to myself and then went to ask him if he wanted to spar. Luckily he did and we didn't bring it up again.

1 day later

Maria Hill was sitting in the living room, reading the newspaper, and taking notes on something. I walked over, tapped her shoulder, startling her slightly, and asked "What are you researching?"

"I'm looking at the papers from around the world containing information on the Avengers and taking down notes about what they dislike about us. That means that we can publicise the Avengers improving on what the world thinks is bad about them."

"Good plan." I replied and sat down next to her, picking up a paper. "Want me to help?"

She looked at me curiously and asked "What do you want?"

"I was just wondering how you and Steve were doing." I said, innocently.

She kept her face stoic and replied "Nothing is going on with me and Mr. Rogers." I could see a blush rising on the surface of her cheeks.

"You're blushing." I mouthed.

"It's quite hot in here."

"I'm not blushing."

"That doesn't prove anything." she argued and turned the page of her paper.

"I can see you have a thing for him."

"Did you just say a thing?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Do you like him?" I asked and she looked down at the coffee table.

"It wasn't my intention to." she said and then explained. "I didn't even like the Avengers Initiative in the beginning. I thought he was in the wrong time zone and didn't deserve to be here...that none of them did." She looked up at me. "But then I got to know him and I understood what he felt. I click with him you know?"

"I wouldn't know that feeling, but I understand what you're talking about." I answered. "How was the date?"

She smiled and replied "It was wonderful."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. He was wonderful."

"Wait...did you guys have sex?"

"What! No! I'm not that easy. Also, he's Captain America. It takes more than just a date for him to sleep with someone."

"You sound disappointed." I said, smirking, and she hit my arm lightly.

"Shut up."

"So, what did happen?"

"He took me to this beautiful cafe and we had dinner and drinks there. I had to explain to him what a frapachino was. It was quite funny."

"What did you order?" I said, but she couldn't see me, because she was staring out into nowhere, so she just continued and I let her. "We sat down at a table next to the window and I told him where everywhere was." She turned to me. "He said he would try and remember the names, but the city seemed so big to him. We both had fish for our dinner and water for our drink. We talked about S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers and you and Clint and-"

"Wait, wait, wait..." I interrupted and she was looking at me, so she saw me stop the conversation. "Me and Clint. Why were you talking about me and Clint? You make it sound like as if we're together. We're not a couple."

"You're not a couple yet." she said, smiling, and then continued to talk about the topics they discussed. The list seemed endless, but I was more focussed on a certain topic they discussed...me and Clint? There was no me and Clint. Maybe as partners yes, but as a couple...definitely not. I see him more like a...well not a brother but a really close friend who I would tell everything to if I could. Why is considering him as a brother be weird? I questioned to myself, but got drawn back to Maria's date. "So after dinner, we went to the park and he told me I was beautiful. We sat down on one of the benches and kissed for a little bit." she revealed, trying to hold back her excitement.

"You guys kissed?" I asked.

"Yep." she said, popping the 'p'.

"That's great!" I said. I raised my eyebrow and asked "Did you get up to anything else?"

"Let me continue with the story." she said, smirking, and I nodded. "So we kissed on the bench and then walked back to the Avengers Tower. No one seemed to notice us which was good. Anyway, we arrived back and he asked if I wanted to go to his room."

"What?" I said, outstanded that Rogers would be so direct.

"Not like that. He didn't mean to sound as if we were going to have sex and he got all embarrassed about it actually. It was quite funny." she said, laughing to herself. "Anyway, I went over to his place and we sat cross-legged on his bed for a bit talking about how Stark spends way too much money on room service, but we were both grateful for the accommodation he offered us. We talked more for a while and then we were just sitting there silently looking into each others eyes and I couldn't take it. I leaned forward and kissed him again." she said excitedly, like before. "He lay on his back and I straddled his waist, while taking off his shirt. I started grinding against him and-"

"Woah, woah." I stopped her. "Too much information for the moment thank you." Does Steve even know the meaning of grinding?

"Sorry." she said, shrugging. "Anyway, after doing that for a bit, I lay down next to him and we just cuddled for a bit before I retired to my room. See, nothing that bad."

"Yeah. Nothing that bad, because you didn't say the details." I smirked.

"That was the last time that I saw him." she said, upset.

"Well, when did you have your date?"

"Last night." she replied and I decided to look at my watch.

"And what time did you stop dry humping him and go to bed."

"About 2:43am."

"There is no 'about' about it and also you've only been gone from him for about three hours." It was 5:37 in the morning.

"I know, but I still miss him." she moaned, throwing the newspaper on the floor in frustration. "We didn't label anything by the way. We couldn't even if we wanted to considering we are under S.H.I.E.L.D's radar. It's so irritating."

"Maria, you need to go and get some sleep okay?" I asked and she agreed, knowing that she was tired from all the drama. She headed over to the door that lead to the rooms, but turned back and thanked me.

"You're a really good friend. You know that?" she said, smiling, and I just smiled back. I've never really had many friends.

She was walking out the door when I said "You're welcome.", but I kicked myself, because I couldn't say it out loud. Once she left I headed down to the gym and began punching out my frustrations of not being able to speak.

2 days later

"This is so irritating." I mouthed.

"Look, i'm really sorry that you have to stay with us whilst we go on the mission, but how are you meant to communicate with us. You can't speak." Clint explained, handing me an earpiece. "Comms check?" he asked, through the earpiece. I nodded and got into position.

"You ready?" he asked and I nodded. Today, The Avengers are fighting the terrifying forces of evil who would surely ground them down to dust. What bullshit! We were going into a, hopefully full, warehouse, that could contain Bucky Barnes. We had been following a trail for a few hours and I don't even know how to supplied the evidence that got us here.

"Ready to go Cap." Clint said into the earpiece.

"Roger that." he said.

"Does no one find it funny that Roger that has the word Roger's in it?"

"Tell him to shut up." I mouthed to Clint.

"Tasha says to shut your fucking face." Clint said.

"Jesus arrows! Calm it!" Tony replied.

"Look, lets just go okay? Three...two...one...GO!" he said and me and Clint sprinted into the complex, guns in our hands, pointed at whatever moved. However, nothing did move. The building was empty.

"Nothing from this side Steve." Clint whispered into the comms.

"Wido...s-sorry...I meant Thor?" Steve said. I feel so stupid. I could do this mission on my own, but no we have to go in as a team now.

"No midgardian dectected." he answered.

"Stark?"

"I'm not reading any heat signatures, but they could have things to mask that."

"Keep moving through the base. See anything and you report it." Steve ordered and we continued to walk through.

i saw an old door, but the door handle was shiny meaning it was recently used. I signalled to Clint that we should split. "Bad idea Tasha." He warned.

"We can cover more ground that way and there is no one here. We are only going to find artefacts." I mouthed. I pointed to a door. "It's only on there."

Clint considered it for a second before saying "I'll check with Steve first." He said. He clicked his earpiece and said "Steve, me and Nat are gonna split up. That okay?"

"As long as she stays inside the warehouse and near you."

"She will." Clint replied, answering for me. "Be careful." He said with care. "Meet me back here in five." He disappeared down a corridor and I headed towards the door.

I tightened the grip on my gun and wrapped my hand around the cold door handle. I slowly turned it clockwise, it creaked as I did, and pushed it open slowly. I pushed it fully open and looked into the dark room, gun ready. The room contained a desk against the back wall, a couple of shelves with random documents on them and a wooden chair. There was rubbish scattered across the floor and an overflowing bin in the corner. I walked over to the shelf and looked at some of the documents.

Itsy bitsy spider climbed up the waterspout,

Out came the rain and washed the spider out.

But instead of the sun drying up the rain,

The spider decided that she couldn't take the pain.

So she drowned in the floods that came ahead,

And now that black widow spider is dead.

This was really weird. This was either a creepy primary school that taught death rhymes or someone put this here to warn us.

I read another and the same poem was there.

And another.

They were the same. All of them the same. I sifted through more and more on the shelf and not one single piece of paper had a different word on it. I collected some of the identical papers and put the in a small pocket that I had. I walked towards the desk and noticed a box there. This is getting weirder and weirder. It was the only thing that was on the desk and it was perfectly aligned and parallel with the table. I can't exactly call it in to the others because I couldn't speak.

I placed a finger on the side of the box and slowly lifted up the metal lid.

I noticed a little set of red numbers decreasing from 15. Shit! I began to run and the box started counting the numbers out loud.

10 Oh fuck! I can't 9 ring them so let's create a warning 8 I got my gun and shot 7 5 gun shots which is mine and Clints signal 6 "EVERYONE GET OUT! NOW!" Clint shouted, getting the message. 5 Whilst I was running, I saw Clint up ahead. 4 "CLINT!" I said but obviously I have no fucking words. I could not longer hear the countdown as I escaped through the exit. So that meant that any minute now the bomb could-

I heard someone shout as I was thrown forward into the grass outside. I looked back and saw the building parts started to topple over. I quickly got up and sprinted away from the falling debris. A piece landed right next to me and I ran even faster.

"Natasha?" Clint shouted and I looked over to him. Thank goodness he's okay. He rushed over and hugged me in a safe spot away from the fire lit building. His arms wrapped tightly around me and he whispered "Thank God you're okay." relief filling his words. He pulled back and asked "what happened?" Before I could answer, the others flew over and landed on the ground, Cap being carried by Thor. Tony lifted up his face mask, his angry expression underneath.

"What the hell was that Clint?" Tony asked Clint.

"It's was Tash." He froze slightly and then nodded.

"Right." He said and then turned to me. "What the hell was that Natasha?"

"She was just about to explain." Clint said.

"Let us listen to what the lady has to say before conclusions are jumped to my friends." Thor said, trying to calm everyone down. We all took a moment to breathe before I started to explain.

"I was in that separate room that I split to and I saw some files on the side." I pulled the files out and handed them to them.

"She said that she was in a separate room that she split into and saw some files at the side." Clint translated.

"Then I noticed a box neatly lain on the desk. It had a bomb in it evidentially."

"There was a box on the desk that was laid there neatly and it contained a bomb obviously." Clint said, gesturing to the building.

"Shit." Bruce said, through the comms.

"What?" Tony asked.

"You just blew up that warehouse." Bruce said.

"Yeah...so?" he said, as if it didn't bother.

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

"Yeah...so?"

"YOU JUST BLEW UP A WAREHOUSE!"

"Calm down Bruce." Cap warned and Banner took a breath.

"What's the problem?" Tony asked.

"What's the problem is that you just blew up a warehouse. That's gonna cost loads."

"Is it though?"

Everyone was quiet for a second. "Oh yeah. You're a billionaire." I said and he nodded smugly.

"So all you found were the documents?" Clint asked.

"Yes." I answered, not sounding disappointed or happy about it.

"Okay...anyone else?" he asked. They all shook their heads. "Bruce, can you trace these files or something?"

"I can try my best." he answered over the comms.

"Okay, we need to get back. Lets go." Steve said.

"Tony, order someone to clean this shit up as you usually do." Clint said casually, as we headed towards the helicarrier.

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