The Ghost Agent (Book 1)

Avenger's Tower

AN: Continues from last chapter. It's about 7:00 ish.

(Y/N) was sat on the floor in front of the elevator waiting for the Doctor for at least 20 minutes before she decided he wasn't coming back for another hour or so.

She got up rather gracefully and walked over to the window again, the window was bigger than any wall in the room and it had a great view of Manhattan. The Avenger's Tower is so tall, taller then any other building in Manhattan, (Y/N) can see all the specs of light from other buildings and skyscrapers.

She can see all the skyscrapers trying to match the height of the tower only to fail, none of them come close to it. 

(Y/N) slides down, her back against the window while she sits on the floor looking out of the window in pure awe and admiration. The people below her are so free and have no idea of the true horrors of this world, she admires that, she wants to be that.

She wants to be free.

Natasha notices (Y/N) sitting on the floor by the window staring out into the city, she can't help but feel sorry for her when she sees her. She's a young woman who's been tortured for however many years, since she was a little girl probably, she's scared, she doesn't show it but Natasha knows what it's like. She's putting up a strong front because that's all she's ever know, that was what she was taught. She was brought up thinking she's both useless and important at the same time.

She was told that they could replace her then told that they need her and Natasha knows from experience that those feelings are never going to leave her.

She sighed then left (Y/N) by the window to talk to Pietro.

(Y/N) was completely unaware that Natasha had been watching and assessing her and just continued starring into the city. Such an alluring sight. 

(Y/N)'s logic being that they'll probably send her back to Hydra after the Doctor spoke to them so she wants to soak up the view so she can remember it back in her cell. She always appreciated the simple things in life.

Some people might walk past the very same widow and dismiss the sight because it's 'Just the city' but to (Y/N) this is the most amazing thing she's ever seen. She wants to be able to remember it, she has photographic memory so if she stares at it long enough then she'll be able to remember the view pretty accurately and to (Y/N) that means everything.   

And Natasha knew this. She knew what (Y/N) was doing. She understood and she's one of the only people who will understand.

"Hey Pietro?" Natasha basically whispers

"Yes?" 

"Leave her alone for a while." She keeps a neutral expression.

"Why?" His tone questioning and confused.

"Just leave her alone." And with that Natasha stops talking to him and walks to the other side of the room.

Natasha sits on one of the sofas, a pristine white sofa next to a coffee table. She puts her foot on the table and takes off her shoes and extra gear. She removes everything she can until she's left in her basic leather suit she wears on missions, she would like to have a shower right now but she can't leave Pietro to keep (Y/N) safe by himself so she just unzips her top a little bit so she doesn't over heat.

She sighs in relief as the cold air from the air conditioning floods over her body making her forget about everything, she's been stressed recently with the Maximoff twins, (Y/N), Hydra and her normal work. Sometimes you just need to breathe and that's what she hasn't been doing enough of.

Whilst Natasha is seeking a calm moment Pietro is standing by the counter looking at the ground thinking about what the agent said to her mere minutes ago.