Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

"We Have a Problem," (Part Two)

Summary: When Clint and Natasha get accidentally involved with a machine Tony has been working, they are turning into six-year-olds with no memories of being Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D agents or anything like that. Now, it is up to Steve and Tony to not only babysit them, but also figure things out about certain behavior the children show, like how much Clint panics when he looses a watch his father gave him, and how Natasha claims that she is much older than they thought.

Ships: Platonic (or romantic, if you think like that, though there's nothing romanic besides hand-holding) Clintasha

Major Characters: Steve, Tony, Clint, Natasha

Minor Characters: Coulson

Warning: Mentions of abuse

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At first, Natalia seemed to be enjoying the movie. After all, her eyes were fixated on the screen and her brow was furrowed slightly in confusion—Steve and Tony originally thought that the confusion was her wondering what would happen next in the film, but, thinking back on it, it actually more resembled her trying to place where she had seen it before.

Clint, however, looked almost disappointed in the movie selection when it first came on. And he rolled his eyes whenever something even just a little bit romantic happened, but he got more interested as it progressed.

Steve and Tony felt like they had dodged a bullet.

The papers that Tony had written the childrens'  responses to the Psychological Evaluation on were tucked into his pants pocket, but he didn't want to take them out in fear of ruining the moment, and Steve must have felt the same was, and was content to just watch Snow White.

And they did. The four of them peacefully watched Snow White.

Until the cleaning scenes.

Because that was when Natalia finally remembered where she had scene the movie before. 

The strangled yelp that escaped Natalia's lips was the only thing that drew Steve, Tony, and Clint's attention away from the screen. The girl's hands flew to her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut in the half-a-second it took for the others in the room to turn and look at her.

"I'll cook and clean..." played the movie, and while Steve, Tony, and Clint tuned it into background noise, caring more for their friend/teammate. But Natalia's goal was to tune it out entirely.

Flashes of memories crossed Natalia's mind now, and she couldn't believe she hadn't made the connection between Snow White and the film they played in the Red Room earlier. She recalled shuffling in, single file, to a room with twenty-eight desks and matching chairs. Of course, twenty-eight girls didn't always fill the chairs. Some had been killed already, and some were just too injured. No matter, the girls always left the room with snippets of memories of what had happened in the last couple hours—Natalia included. It wasn't always Snow White, but she had seen the movie enough that even without the brainwashing (that had to be what was going on while they watched it, right?), she would be able to recall direct scenes.

Natalia pushed her head into the couch cushions, whispering nonsense to avoid hearing the words she now remembered saying so many times.

"What's wrong, Nat?" asked Clint, the first one who dared to speak.

Natalia could still hear the movie through her covered ears, but strangely enough, she didn't feel the urge to repeat the words. She didn't feel her mind start to grow numb. In fact, she felt nothing out of the ordinary at all.