BlackHill | If only

Chapter 8

Natasha's POV:

I had spent the past few days training, pushing my body to the absolute limit partly preparing myself for the mission, partly because of my recent encounter with Agent Hill. I had already packed a small duffel bag in a flurry of rage only including a few essential items, still recalling the events in the training room.
I hadn't seen Hill since then and I wasn't looking forward to spending a week in Paris with her. Because at the moment I couldn't stand her.

Every time we saw each other it was like she was playing some sick game with me. Reeling me in just enough to care about her, and then pushing me away just like in the training room. I was just a little plaything of hers, and to be honest I was tired of it. Tired of following her every move like a lost puppy. I was the Black Widow and no one got to treat me like that.
No matter how I truly felt.

A few hours later

I was grateful for Steve's company as he walked me to the jet, sensing something was wrong due to my unusual silence he opted to stay quiet while walking next to me.
Agent Hill was already at the jet, pacing back and forth talking to Fury.
Steve greeted them both in a friendly exchange.
I barely acknowledged Hill's nod towards me, keeping my focus completely away from her.
Steve temporarily raised his eyebrows looking between the pair of us but thought better of it and watched as we settled ourselves on the ship.

As we landed in Paris everything was pitch black. The flight had been a miserable affair and a quiet one at that. Hill and I didn't speak the entire journey only focusing on flying the ship barely exchanging more than a few words. We had landed in a field as to not raise suspicion meaning we had to drive to the hotel. A jeep was waiting for us yet Hill was reluctant to take the driver's seat, she had just stared at the wheel and backed away from it like it was a disease.
My sympathy returned for a second as I hopped in to drive but disappeared as quickly as it came. Remembering where caring got me in the first place.

The hotel was small and quaint, located away from the main hustle and bustle of the city. Walking inside I was stunned. Twinkling candles and chandeliers hung everywhere, the smell of popuri wafting towards me. It truly was the perfect couple's destination and under different circumstances, I would be thrilled to be here.

I decided to check us in as I noticed the stunning woman behind the lobby desk. I couldn't help but turn on my natural charm hoping to invoke some kind of feeling in Hill.
"Enchanté," I said in a slight sultry voice with a toss of my hair. "I would like to check in s'il vu plaît"
The woman beamed back. "Oui Madame, what's the name?"
It was booked under the name "Hart" I said with a flirtatious smile. I could practically feel Agent Hill's stare like two burning holes in the back of my head.

She pulled out one key "Ah oui, one room with a double?" My stomach dropped as I realised what she meant "I'm sorry but there must be some mistake. I was told it was two separate rooms?"
The woman looked between Hill by the door and I "My apologies mademoiselle, but this is the only room you booked and unfortunately the only room left in the hotel."

I considered just walking out and finding another hotel but that would compromise the entire mission. The one main rule you learn when you become an agent is, don't let personal feelings affect a mission. I huffed as I took the key and I stalked off leaving Hill in an even more foul mood than before.

The room was incredible, SHIELD had really splashed out this time. There was an ornately decorated living room with a chaise lounge sat in the corner, typical there wasn't even a sofa for me to sleep on.
Still, pleasantly surprised I decided to scope out the bedroom. A huge window stretched out across an entire wall, overlooking the restaurants below. A magnificent king-sized bed was placed in the centre, it was clearly the intended feature piece of the room as I realised this really was a couples destination.
I suppose at least that would put some distance between Hill and me.
I slung my bag by the bed and sat by the window, hearing the door click shut I suddenly became very interested in the darkness outside.

I had sat there for a while listening to Hill bustle around the room, setting up equipment no doubt. I decided to take a look at the bathroom hoping for at least a nice shower. I was stunned as I saw a massive open shower in the corner and the 6ft claw-footed tub, complete with gigantic metal taps.

I heard a bang on the door "Romanoff are you done in there?"
I opened the door remembering we were on a mission and this was strictly business so I kept a blank face.
But unable to keep the sarcasm at bay I replied, "I'm terribly sorry Agent Hill, please go ahead".
She rolled her eyes at the comment and walked through anyway.
I decided to leave her to it and slumped down on the bed just wanting to forget the past week had ever happened. I heard the shower running and couldn't help but picture her stark naked, the steam curling around her perfect body.
'Enough!'
I had to refrain from thinking about her like this, reminding myself she would never feel the same. So I closed my eyes. About 20 minutes later I peeked as I heard the bathroom door open, Hill walked out in a long T-shirt reaching just above her knees. I temporarily allowed my mind to wander and imagine what was underneath. I quickly shut my eyes as I felt her slide onto the other side of the bed. Her warmth radiated through my back as she settled in. And I could have sworn she was staring at me, felt her eyes lingering on my body before she turned over and flicked off the lamp. Plunging us into darkness.