Page After Paige

21. Seperation Anxiety

Chapter 21

Warning: Momma Bear uses "Bad Words"

Separation Anxiety

Steve-

"WHERE THE F**K IS MY DAUGHTER." I cringed at Natasha's harsh language and ducked as another object flew my way. Everyone was keeping their distance as Natasha had her breakdown in the middle of the room. Clint tried to console her but once he got too close she swiped at him with a knife.

We were in the Avengers conference room at SHIELD assessing the situation. Paige went missing, conveniently at the same time Thor and Loki went back to Asgard. I wasn't there at the time but I gathered all the information that was given. The others say they hadn't seen her run away or anything of the sort. In fact, Natasha was clutching Paige's hand as the two Gods had left.

I didn't want to make matters any worse than they were, but with desperate times came desperate measures.

"Is it possible that Paige is on Asgard with Thor and Loki?" I said out of the blue. Of course the deadliest glare came from Natasha, but to be honest I wasn't expecting anything less...

Man, and I thought she she was at her angriest two minutes ago.

A missing or kidnapped child on earth is one thing but to have a missing child on another planet? That's an entirely different ballgame. A ballgame that I think anyone one of us would play in to get Paige home safe and sound.

"Rogers..." She started to say in a very surprisingly calm tone. "Are you suggesting that my daughter is in an entirely different realm?" She asked still maintaining a calm voice and figure. Behind her Clint was doing a silent but frantic motion where he used his hands to do some kind of cut throat thing...and mouthing the words 'hoe don't do it.' Or maybe I've just misunderstood him.

"Yes, ma'am. I think that all the information points that way." Romanoff's façade cracked slightly and behind her Clint massaged his temple with his other hand on his hip. He walked away to the corner of the room...

Natasha, once again, took a deep breath. Obviously it didn't help because if looks could kill there would be a massacre.

"I WANT MY DAUGHTER." She shouted before picking up a chair and throwing it at me. I barely dodged the chair by immediately dropping to the ground. The chairs were fairly heavy and for her to pick one up without wavering was a little scary. Just then, Director Fury came in. Even though he was the Director and her boss, I doubt he could even control Romanoff. Or at least I think that's still Romanoff.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?! He barked loudly.

"Fury, I wouldn't-" Hawkeye tried to warn him but it obviously wasn't enough.

"DID I F**CKING STUTTER?! I WANT MY GODDAMN KID!!" She rivaled. Fury even took a step back.

"I tried to warn yo-" Again, Barton was cut off.

"No one asked Barton." Stark said shortly. It was enough to shut him up.

"Alright, okay, alright, I'll have some of our scientist try to get in contact with Thor. Meanwhile why don't you take all that out on a punching bag." Despite the anger radiating off of her, Romanoff agreed.

"Barton, that means you." She said coldly before walking out of the room. Clint followed slowly.

"You guys have seen an angry Natasha, a pissed Black Widow, but now you've just witnessed the Momma Bear side of her." He stated before exiting the room. The rest of us- which wasn't many, just looked at each other.