Romanrogers With a Twist

-Chapter Twelve-

exile By: Taylor Swift (Feat. Bon Iver)

-Natasha's POV-

"What's your name sweetheart?"  Clint Smiles at her.  The girl looked at us both.  She carefully examined us both, then looked each of us both up and down.

Ignoring the question She asked us instead.  "Who are you guys anyways?"  Her was soft and soothing, not to deep or to high.  Clint sighed and rolled his eyes at that girl.  I could tell he was not having it.  

"I'm Natasha and this here is my good friend Clint."  I replied.  The girl nodded.  Her body shook fiercely due to her exposure in the cold weather outside.  

"I'm Kaitlyn."  She responded shakily.  Kaitlyn continued shaking.  I noticed her shaking, she arms were deeply wrapped around her body and the shaking grew more constant by each passing second.  

"Would you like a blanket?"  I offered.  Kaitlyn quickly nodded as if no could not be an answer.  She followed us, with myself in front and Clint right behind her.  

I could tell once again, that Clint didn't feel this situation was right at all.  Everything about about it just felt wrong.  The girl gave him an extra ease, and something was suspicious about her and he just couldn't put his finger to it, and it continued bothering him.

"Thanks., by the way."  Kaitlyn nodded shyly.  I nodded before walking over to meet up with Clint.  

"She's really not that bad at all.  Nothing's wrong with her at all, I promise."  I told him.  

"Yeah I know, it's just . . ."  Clint sighs.  

"It's just what Clint?"  I ask him.  

"It is just that I don't really trust her.  Okay?  I mean she sure does look all sweet and innocent, but I just feel that she is really hiding something.  If you know what I mean."  Clint says.

"Yea for sure Clint.  I just want you to keep an eye on her just in case.  Besides whatever floats your boat."  I tell him.  Clint nods, he looks carefully at Kaitlyn.  Clint's eyes shift at her every move.

Once the elevator doors open, we enter the living room.  I walk over to this box shaped compartment.  I throw it open, the top flings backwards, exposing it's cargo.  I pull out a large fleece blanket and toss it to Kaitlyn.

"Thanks!"  Kaitlyn smiles as she catches it.  

"No problem."  I grin at her.  "We'll take you up to see the rest of the avengers if you would like."  Kaitlyn nods.  I could tell she was nervous, and not used to meeting new people, she probably only felt comfortable around people she actually knew.  

Clint scared Kaitlyn.  With each death glare of silence they exchanged, she didn't have a good feeling about him at all.  

Natasha turned a corner to show a kitchen, with two people gathered in it.  "Where's Steve?"  Natasha suddenly burst.  A unfamiliar man, who had long golden hair shrugged at Nat.

"I believe he disappeared that way."  Bruce told her and pointed his fingers left.  

"Who is the little lady?"  Thor asked and pointed at Kaitlyn who's face turned bright pink.

"OH!  Right!  I almost forgot!  This here guys is Kaitlyn."  Natasha smiled softly, trying to make Kaitlyn feel welcome.   

 Kaitlyn smiled and waved her hands at everyone, as she tried, but she was still covered in head to toe from her blanket.  Thor and Bruce smiled slightly and waved back.