love hate relationship

warehouse mangement

a couple days later and there was still no movement in the building they were watching. in fact no one had even walked in or out of it in ages. then again it has been really humid and rainy so not alot of people spend to much time outside. nat had been the same, she stayed in "her" room watching the warehouse through the bay window, she didnt eat, she barely slept and only got up to use that bathroom. she was never away from the window for more than 5 minutes. and as much as she would hate to admit it y/n was concerned. 

"you just making your staring problem your job now or?" y/n asked leaning on the top of the doorframe while looking at the red head. nat doesnt answer staring ahead at the warehouse that was barely visible through the heavy rain. "okay then" she leaves and goes to make a couple peanut butter sandwhiches. 

y/n then walked back into the room setting a sandwhich and glass of water next to the russian. she made no move to grab it so she snatched the notebook of the redhead. 

y/n pov

i grabbed the notebook and nat finally looked at me "hey give that back you bitch" she lashed out. at least she's talking. 

"make me"  i held it out of her reach but when she went to stand up from the seat her legs gave out. whether it was no energy or just sitting to long i let her fall. i might care but not that much. i put my foot on her back keeping the woman on the floor. maybe she will pass out and actually sleep. as she was struggling on the floor i flicked through the book. and this woman every 2 minutes had entries of what was happening. 

and this went on for days. 

"yknow we dont have to write the mission report till after right" i shut the book rather dramatically while looking down at nat who was still on the floor. i was always bigger and stronger than her but her skills made that look like nothing. 

but right now her skills were nothing. "i cant just sit around all day, i need to be doing something useful" she said undoing my boots laces. god shes a child. 

i took my foot off her and watched as she used the ledge to stand up and reach for the book. i again put it out of reach. she drops her arm rubbing her temple but when she does something catches her attention. 

"YOU DISTRACT ME FOR 5MINUTES AND SOMEONE SNEAKS INTO THE BUILDING" nat goes to rush past me but i stop her. 

"no your in no way to fight, ill go" she tried to push past me again but i simply threw her to the bed before running out and putting a chair at the door to lock her in. she could easily break through cause there is no stopping THE black widow but it gave me enough time to leave. 

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walking into the warehouse i had my gun held up to my chest stalking through the hallways.  as i quickly turned a corner i was grabbed from behind. i used my elbow to knock their chin back turning around to see who my opponent is. 

ew its a guy. i kick him in the balls only to hurt my foot. mother fuckers wearing a metal penis cover whatever its called. he grabbed my jacket slamming my head into the wall. i felt the blood trickling down my head but that was nothing. 

*cha cha black widow moves im to lazy to write*

i finished with that guy and lets just say he wont be able to hold a gun for a while anyway i continued checking out the warehouse. nothing seemed out of order and i didn't find any other people only a couple of boxes. 

so i left, i flicked the hood back up over my head being very cautious walking back to the apartment. 

when i made it back into the small apartment nat was washing up her dishes from when i made her lunch and she looked like she actually showered. 

"your alive i see" she said not looking up from the dish. i groaned in response slumping down into the dining room chair. 

"natalia pass me the first aid kit. theres glass in my leg" i said as i lifted my leg to the chair next to me. 

"im not your slave, and i told you not to call me that" she rolled her eyes grabbing the tweezers out of the kit and throwing them at me. 

a/n

i dont even know what to write anymore