The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 117 - A September Christmas

2017-

The remaining team anti-sokovia-acords members were scattered around various countries and continents. Scott and Clint remained in the States, participating in a two-year house arrest to be able to spend time with their children. They had particular responsibilities that the others did not have. They had to be anchored down. So, provided they cooperated with their house arrest limitations, obviously staying within their home radius - to which Clint had a much larger space - and did not have contact with any of the other convicts, they would no longer be enemies of the state after two years.

Whereas the rest of the group on the run practically had the death sentence imposed on them for resisting arrest and generally not cooperating for months on end. Sam and Steve were more enigmatic with their location. Eleanor and Natasha knew that occasionally they were in different parts of Europe, as they would state when doing their check-ins. But for the most time, they had no idea where the two men spent their time, and they were always very vague about it. But they didn't pry. From their experience prying into something like that only brought more work for them when they had to save someone's ass. So, if they needed help, they would wait for Steve and Sam to claim that themselves.

Wanda was placed in Edinburgh, as she claimed to want to be alone in hiding, so she made a promise to check in with them every so often for safety reasons. After a while it became clear that she wanted to be "alone" in order for Vision to lead some kind of James Bond-style double life, splitting his time between America and Scotland. It became apparent to them one time when Eleanor decided to radio in on Wanda and she appeared to try and get someone to be quiet before speaking.

Leading to Natasha and Eleanor making some kind of intense pinboard of clues with red string trying to link it to what could be happening and who she was with, as they weren't yet aware that Vision was leaving the compound on a regular basis. But with their sleuthing skills, after a few insomnia and caffeine-fueled hours, they figured it was Vision.

It was an exciting victory, they hadn't had many victories recently. It was short-lived, however, when Eleanor realised they must be properly dating. The late night led to many questions popping into her head, like did Visions skin feel like actual skin so was it weird when they were canoodling, what was down there, and how on Earth did they have frequent conversations because, in Eleanor's experience, he isn't the best at having organic conversations.

At the second query, Nat made a retching sound whilst sitting on the sofa before bursting out into her own sleep-deprived laughs and grabbing Eleanor's hips to pull her towards her, burying her face into her stomach, "I do NOT want to be thinking about that".

Eleanor tilted her head and smirked, not that Nat could see, "Maybe he's like a Ken doll?". Natasha burst out into another laugh, pinching the skin on Eleanor's waist in warning. "Maybe like a Bop-It toy?", Eleanor continued, receiving a loud groan from her wife.

"You are ruining life for me right now, you know that right?", Nat looked up at her, as Eleanor laughed and ruffled her hair. The two were in hiding in a small apartment in Călăraşi, and by small, it is small. It is the size of a university student dorm room. A minuscule studio apartment. The two had been in hiding in apartments together before, but never in a place so small, and they daren't go outside except to gather more supplies, so they were going a little stir-crazy. The cabin fever was kicking in hard, and Eleanor just hoped it didn't turn into a Jack Torrance situation. But there wasn't an axe in the apartment, so Eleanor figured she was safe.

Thus far, it seemed as though the Avengers on the run were safe, and should remain safe for the foreseeable future, so long as they kept doing what they were doing, and kept checking in on each other, it seemed reasonable to assume they'd be okay. The only issue is they had no ETA of when they would no longer be fugitives. It seemed like the only way to stop being on the run would be to be captured, and so the thought of having to be on the run for the remainder of their lives crossed into Eleanor's mind multiple times. Boy, she would be bored to death if that was the case.