Romanoff

The Elevator

"Wait there." Yelena pointed to the staircase. 

"Um, why?" I stared at her. She was obviously crazy: why would I hide ON A STAIRCASE? If I get tripped over, imagine the trouble we'd be in!

"Cuz I said so. And also cuz Barton's in the elevator. And cuz Kate's coming." I hid. And eavesdropped. Obviously. 

"Kate Bishop hiiiiii!" Yelena cooed. Ok maybe she didn't say "hiiiii!" but it felt necessary. "Look Kate," she continued. "I'm not here to ruin anything. I'm just gonna kill Barton, have some appetisers and then I'll go." 

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the bruschetta, cuz it looks like you already lost him." Kate replied. Ooh, sassy! Yelena's gonna have trouble with her. "He's in the elevator." Yelena replied. 

"And you think out of all these floors you're just gonna magically guess which one he's on?"

"12" I heard Kate swear. There was a mad scramble as Yelena lunged for the doors and Kate slid in, looking a little more than proud. Ew another showoff, how many of these kids are there? I sighed and headed for the 12th floor. 12 flights of stairs. 144 steps. On foot. 

"Where's Kate?" I asked, two minutes later, as soon as the elevator doors opened to reveal only Yelena and NO KATE. Did Yelena MURDER a CHILD?! 

"I dumped her on the tenth floor. She was being... annoying to say the least." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Children."

"You were a child once too, remember?" She looked at me. Hard. "Oh... right..."

"Yeah."

We kept walking. 

"Barton." Yelena hissed. Her face was pressed to a small window. 

"What, he's in there?" 

"No, he's in Red Room, YES HE'S IN THERE." 

"Sorry." I muttered. 

She looked ready to burst and most definitely trample Barton, and she would have if the incredible Hulk hadn't come tramping down the corridor, causing us both to scurry behind pot plants. 

"Doesn't look very incredible." I whispered, looking at the sulky-looking, very short man in a lab coat who was standing inches from my face. 

"SHUSHHH!" Yelena hissed back. Bruce turned and frowned, confused, before pushing open the door and the room burst with loud chatter. 

"Ugh, window missed." Yelena scowled. "KATE BISHOP!"

"What, where?" I looked wildly round. 

"Not HERE, I'm doing a shouty namey revenge thing."

"You're doing WHAT?" 

"Never mind," She rolled her eyes. "Let's go."

She grabbed my collar and pulled. And we walked. Well, she walked. I was being dragged by my collar, so my feet were hardly touching the ground. And the dude I got my outfit from said it was tight-fitting, just for this occasion. THE LIAR!