Changes | Romanoff

Chapter 2

"Okay, can we like" he did a rolling move with his hands "start from the beginning with this story?" Stark asked. "Well, perhaps you could introduce everyone before we start." I suggested.

"This is Steve Rogers" Dad pointed at the blonde man. "This is Bruce Banner" the man with curly dark hair. "This is Clint Barton" he pointed at a man that hadn't said anything yet. "This is Wanda Maximoff" a woman with long, brunette hair. "This is Natasha Romanoff." the red haired woman with the beautiful green orbs. "And you probably already know Stark." Dad ended.

I nodded at everyone before I sat on the couch  cross legged. "So you guys really want to know what happened?" I asked looking all of them in the eyes.

"Well, it would be a good thing if you told us what you did because I don't really know if we can trust you considering that you killed people." Rogers said.

I frowned. "So you're trying to tell me that none of you killed a person before? I'm not buying that." I stated. "This doesn't matter at the moment. Would you tell us now?" Stark said as he sat down on a couch across from the one I was sitting on.

I took a deep breath. "Well, before I moved here I lived with my mum in Miami. A few days ago I went to a bar. This guy tried to touch me outside the bar but I knocked him out. Some of his friends saw and started attacking me with a knife. So I took my sword and defended myself, killing them in the process." I said.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows. "You take a sword to a bar?" he asked. I chuckled and stood up, walking into the middle of the room. I crossed my arms over my chest and then pulled them back, making two swords appear in my hands. (Like the movement Loki does when he makes one of his daggers appear)

Everyone except dad and Loki looked at me dumbfounded. "That's so cool." Wanda mumbled. "So what are you doing here now?" dad asked.

"You tell me." I answered as I sat on the couch lazily. Dad looked at Stark, probably asking for his opinion on what they were gonna do with me.

"If she can actually fight, she could be a good addition to the team." Stark stated, making dad roll his eyes. "Okay, but she still needs training in hand to hand combat." dad said.

"I will train her." Natasha said quickly, earning a smirk from Clint. She looked at him annoyed and pleadingly, probably telling him to keep his mouth shut without actually saying it.

"Alright. So, when do we start?" I asked. "Tomorrow morning. Friday will wake you up." Stark said before turning to Loki. "There's a spare bedroom next to yours. Maybe you could take her there so she can get settled in." he suggested.

Loki nodded smirking before softly taking my wrist and dragging me to the elevator. "So how has life treated you after dad captured you a few years ago?" I asked him as we walked into the elevator.

He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. "It took me some time to win their trust but I eventually I did. I can pretty much do everything I want around the tower now. Plus they let me go out alone." he said smiling.

I raised my eyebrows. "But you're not planning something evil, right?" I asked. He shook his head. "I lost your dad's trust too often. I'm really trying to be a good person." he stated.

As the elevator doors opened, Loki led me to a white door at the end of the corridor. "This is your room. Mine's that one." he said pointing to the door next to mine.

He opened the door to my room and let me step inside. The walls were white. There was a big king sized bed with white bedsheets in the middle of the room. On the right there was a wall fully made of glass. On the left there was a big bookshelf that wasn't filled yet and next to it a door.

"The door leads to a walk in wardrobe and in there is another door that leads to your own bathroom. Natasha will probably give you some of her clothes. She'll probably be here any minute. Get settled in." Loki said before hugging me and leaving the room.

I looked out of the window over New York's crowded street when there was a knock on the door. "Yeah?" I exclaimed. Natasha opened the door holding dozens of clothes in her hands.

I took some of the clothes and helped her bring them in the wardrobe. "If there's anything else you need, just tell one of us." she said before turning around.

"Natasha?" I asked. She turned her head to me. "Thank you." I said smiling softly. She smiled at me and nodded. "Call me Nat." she stated before leaving the room.