Their little star

Natasha

An: A heavy chapter, sensitive readers be warned. 

"Remind me why we are being called on again?"

She's complaining, as they walk down the never-ending hallways of HQ.

"Well, I guess we are being called in because of mission, why else would Fury be crazy enough to bring in the whole strike team delta?"

Clint points out, making Natasha roll her eyes. She knows however that her partner has a point in all of this. The only thing is, she had not seen Melinda or Phil since they had been in charge of little Mary. And she had not heard anything from Mary since she was taken from Phil. Which is making her more worried, which is the cause to her mode in this moment.

"I know, I'm worried about her too. But you know she will contact either of us if something were to happen."

Smiling slightly, Natasha takes a deep breath. Somehow the bird brain beside her knew what to say to calm her down slightly. Mostly because Natasha is sure both he and Maria are having the exact same worry. But for now, she has a mission she needs to put her mind and energy towards that. Feeling how her phone vibrates however, Natasha comes to a halt in the hallway. As she fishes up her phone from her pocket, she can see that Clint stops and looks at her with a confused looked in his eyes. Without looking at the screen, she answers the call.

"Hello."

"Tash."

The weak and broken voice on the other side of the line, sent a chill through her system. It didn't madder how broken her voice have become or how weakly she's speaking, Natasha knows that voice from anywhere. The fact that the usually happy and laughing voice is this broken sends her worry to a whole new level. With a quick glance around herself, Natasha grabs hold of Clint and pulls him into an empty room.

"Mary? Are you alright?"

She knew it's a stupid question to ask, of course the sweat little angle girl isn't alright, not with that level or brokenness in her voice. Lifting her eyes, she sees how Clint have grown stiff in front of her, deep worry taking over his eyes.

"No."

Natasha is sure, that if she wasn't putting so much attention to hearing Mary, she would have missed the reply.

"Are you safe, do you know where you are right now?"

A sob is the answer she gets, and Natasha let's out a small curse in Russian.

"Hey, Mary, it's alright. Everything is going to be alright."

She must come up with a plan and that fast, moving the phone from her head, she smiles. At least the girl isn't using something that can't be traced.

"Mary, are you alone right now or is someone with you?"

Natasha urge, she has started to walk back and forth without fully realizing it.

"Alone."

"Are you hurt?"

When no instant replay was given, Natasha knows the answer and she can feel how her blood is starting to boil.

"Alright, I need you to stay on the phone for as long as you possibly can. I'm coming to get you!"

She tells the young girl before locking her eyes with Clint once more. She can see how he's ready to just throw himself out there, ready to follow her into what ever crazy idea is going through her mind. All to save and protect Mary.

"Stay here, go to the meeting and the pull Maria out of here. We'll meet up at the safe house."

Natasha orders him however, knowing fully well that the two of them cannot disappear just like that without an explanation. And if someone is good at coming up with those it's Clint, if that won't work, they will need Maria's help to get away from work. Seeing how her plan sinks into his mind, Clint nods his head and steps away from the door.