And then you came

Chapter 2: two week long mission

You packed your bags, along with the new dresses and shoes that Maria had provided you with.

This mission should be simple, no combat necessary. Which, to be honest, was kind of boring but whatever.

You waited outside your apartment with your suitcases for one of SHIELDs drivers to pick you up.

As if on cue, a black SUV pulled up and the driver threw your bags in the trunk. You noticed there were two other bags in the vehicle as well.

Natasha.

You sighed before opening the door and sitting next to the fiery redhead. You buckled your seatbelt and the car started moving immediately afterwards.

Natasha didn't even spare you a glance, keeping her eyes glued on her phone. You on the other hand, just stared out the window.

The two of you took a private jet to Malibu, where the one Tony Stark resided.

You reclined back in the chair and drank a margarita while looking out the window at the clouds. You could care less what Natasha was doing, although unknown to you, the assassin stared at you for quite some time.

She kind of regretted being harsh on you, but she knows that's how people learn. They don't learn when someone's holding their hand and whispering sweet nothings in their ear. They learn by harsh orders and being thrown into the lion's den to fend for themselves.

Natasha huffed before turning to look out her own window. You guys were getting closer and closer to California by the minute.

"Agents L/n and Romanoff, we're about to land soon." The pilot shouted from the front of the plane.

You smiled, "alright! Thanks Mr. Pilot!"

Natasha rolled her eyes at your peppy attitude. How can someone be so happy all the time?

Once you landed, you were escorted to a hotel nearby.

You and Natasha had to share a room, and upon arriving...

Oh crap.

There's only one bed.

Natasha groaned lowley at this. Who the fuck decided to have two enemies share a room???

Looking at you, author.

"Well, at least it's big enough to have separate sides right?" You chirped before throwing your bags on the bed.

"Get your shit off of my bed." Natasha snapped.

You looked at her confused,

"Your bed?"

"Yes, my bed. You can take the couch."

"But that's not fair!"

She gave you a smug smirk,

"Well life's not fair, sweetheart." And then she disappeared into the bathroom. You knew better than to argue with the assassin, knowing it'd probably end with a bullet in your head.

You sighed again, seemingly annoyed at the redhead's antics before setting your bags down on the floor and lying down on the couch.

You picked up the remote to the TV and surfed through channels before settling on a channel playing 90 Day Fiancé which is a very stupid, very entertaining reality show.

Natasha came out and saw you watching the TV.

"Turn that off, that show makes me want to pull my hair out." She grumbled.

"Oh come on, Agent Romanoff! You get the king sized bed! Can't I at least have a little control over the TV?" You whined.

"So needy....ugh." She groaned. And then she flopped on the bed and pulled out her phone. Watching YouTube is the only thing she can do right now.

Wow, this is a great start to a two week long mission.