The lost Widow - Natasha Romanoff x Female

Chapter I

warning:
It's late and I'm tired, so I had little motivation to look up anything.
If something is wrong/ doesn't really make sense (especially the technology-related things), please try to overlook it.

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"Griffiths! Everything clear to you?"

The voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Inwardly she winced, startled by the sudden loudness, but didn't let it show.
Wordless and stiff as a board, she stood straight as a candle in the middle of the spacious office. Not having paid any attention at all during the last hour's lecture, she had been far too absorbed in her own thoughts. But she knew what it had been about, what was expected of her.
Just as silent as she had been for the last seventy minutes, she nodded. "Good. At dawn you will leave," the man's words dripped with authority. Again, she nodded, never once taking her eyes off the one spot on the glass wall behind him.

Fury studied her. Like all S.H.I.E.L.D agents, she wore the black uniform. The full-body suit hugged her slim figure, the eagle a discreet logo on her upper right arm. Her hazel hair was tied into a bun, similar to Maria Hill's. And, similar to Hill, Fury had never seen the young woman with her hair down. How long might her hair be?, perhaps it reached her collarbones, or it ended a little higher, at the level of her shoulders. But this specific only blended into the brunette's apparent appearance. Her whole appearance was plain and unassuming, in a room full of agents in the uniform not only did she not stand out, she became literally invisible. These peculiarities, however, only reinforced the young woman's aloofness; standing secure and firm, behind an impenetrable façade.
That perhaps summed it up quite well, a massive façade, thick and unbreakable wall.
Many, most agents had acquired such protection, sometimes simply by keeping private and work-related matters strictly separate. Maria Hill was also a good example. She was reserved, focused on her work and seemingly only that. But Fury knew better. He knew the other side of Maria Hill, her empathic side, and had come to appreciate it greatly.
Agent Griffiths had never let such a side shine through. And yet, he liked her. He appreciated the matter-of-fact demeanour; and so did Agent Hill.

Looking at the emotionless face, Fury realised that, for her, this was the end of the meeting. But, to be honest, he had nothing more to say either. Knowing she had paid little attention to his words, he knew at the same time that he could rely on her to internalise every facet of the assignment. With a nod, he indicated that she could leave and, without being told a second time, she indicated the slightest of respectful bowing before turning on her heel and disappearing from the room with inaudible footsteps.

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The brown-haired woman leaned against the coolness of the concrete-coloured wall. It resembled the spin cycle of a washing machine, the way the thoughts swirled around in her head. The only difference: she didn't have a clock to tell her when the wash cycle was over. Fury's words rang through her mind, everything he had told her about the mission ahead.
With a slight tinge of rising despair, she placed both her cold hands over her face. Covering it for a moment, just blocking it all out for a moment. Warmly she felt her breath as it brushed over her wrists, a little faster and more erratic than usual.

With an inaudible groan, she lifted her hands from her face, the soothing coolness going with them. It would be all right, everything was going like clockwork, completely according to her plan. One last time she would do it, one last time and then she could go.
"Laura!" Her eyes snapped open, immediately searching for the source of the call. Her gaze caught a man, not particularly tall but athletic, also in the black uniform. He had short, brown-blond hair and had obviously been calling in her direction. She took a moment to examine him more closely. They didn't know each other, that much was certain, but on closer inspection, she had run into him a couple of times, or rather the other way around, because he had never noticed her. The friendly features of the face were familiar to her, not like that of a friend, more like that of a casual acquaintance, even if they had never exchanged a word.
Agent Barton.