The Spiderling Project

Chappie 2

Natasha was startled awake by quick and heavy footsteps. She mentally curses herself for succumbing to sleep when she was supposed to be keeping an eye on you as she didn't quite trust you yet. She shot up to run after you, assuming you were making a break for it. What she wasn't expecting was to find you hunched over the toilet throwing your guts up.

She found this slightly strange as she knew this couldn't be an infection from your wound. It would never come on this quick so she was a little confused as to where this was coming from. She was quick, however, to kneel behind you and hold your messy, knotted hair back. Now that it was light out, she could see just how rough of a state you were truly in. On top of the sweat, eyebags, and paleness, your hair was a completely tangled mess, you had some faded bruises, and you seemed a little malnourished. She would need to fix that.

She patiently waited until you were done, tying your hair out of your face before wetting a cloth to wipe your mouth. You seemed a little out of it so at this point you were leaning your full body weight against Natasha. Not knowing what else to do, she stiffly wrapped one arm around you and used the other to rub light circles over your stomach, hoping that it might help settle your stomach from whatever brought this on.

Your breaths were a little heavy after the exertion of emptying your stomach, sweating a little. Natasha felt your forehead quickly but felt no evidence of fever. That was a good sign. Maybe your stomach was simply upset. Eventually, your breath slowed as you relaxed more, but Natasha kept up the movement over your stomach.

"Feeling better?" All you could do was simply shake your head. "Still nauseous?" You sniffle a little and nod your head.

"I'm sorry." Your voice wavers as you speak, trying desperately not to cry.

"It's ok. It happens." Natasha easily responds. "Anything I can do to help?" You rub your face and sit up, resting your forehead on the cold toilet seat.

"Do you have orange juice?" You quietly ask. Natasha quirks an eyebrow at the strange request but doesn't question it.

"Yeah, I'll get you some." She exits the small bathroom and in a few minutes returns with your drink. You take it and immediately start drinking it, taking a few small sips before setting it beside you for the moment.

"Thank you. It helps with my nausea." You murmur.

"No problem." It's awkwardly silent for a few minutes as you slowly sip the juice. You set it aside again and fidget a little, preparing to ask her a question.

"Can I, um. Can I make a request?" You nervously ask. Natasha simply gives a slight nod for you to continue. "I need you to get something for me." You slowly start. Natasha leans against the bathroom doorway, crossing her arms over her chest before responding.

"That depends on what it is and what you intend to use it for." You nod while biting your lip. That was entirely fair. You decide to bite the bullet, hoping it's not an unacceptable request.

"I need you to get me a pregnancy test." You whisper, afraid to speak louder about this subject. After it's silent for a few moments, you dare glance at Natasha. Her eyes are slightly widened. Maybe it was too great of an ask.

Meanwhile, all Natasha could think was oh shit and fuck. She wasn't expecting that. She doesn't even know how to broach this subject.

"A pregnancy test?" She dumbfoundedly asks. You fidget with your fingers and simply nod. "O chert voz'mi (oh, fuck me)." She mutters under her breath. She exits the bathroom and you just sit there, waiting for her to come back.

When she returns a moment later, she has handcuffs with her and she cuffs you to the toilet paper holder embedded in the wall. She then leaves with your glass and fills up the orange juice again along with grabbing a bottle of water. She kneels in front of you and sets them both next to you before meeting your confused gaze.

"I'll be back in about an hour. Town is about 20 minutes away so it'll take a bit for me to get there. Sorry for this-" she gestures to the handcuffs, "but it's just a precaution for now until I know I can trust you." You nod.

"It's fine. It's a reasonable choice given the Red Rooms' actions." Natasha sighs.

"Unfortunately yes. I don't feel like getting screwed after literally just bringing it down." Your gaze snaps to hers at that, fear etched on your face.

"You're a widow?" Your voice is barely above a whisper. Natasha raises a hand to stop your panic.

"Not anymore. I deserted years ago." You sigh with relief. "Is there anything else you need while I'm gone?" You shake your head and Natasha stands up, turning to leave.

"Wait!" You suddenly rush out. Natasha turns back to face you. "What's your name?"

"Natasha Romanoff." You furrow your eyebrows for a moment.

"I feel like I've heard that before." You mumble. Natasha simply shrugs before she turns to leave, calling out one last statement.

"I'll be back." The door closes and locks. You sigh a little, hoping she gets back soon so you're not alone for too long.