Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

"Agent Romanoff, Mission Report," (Part One)

Summary: When Natasha comes home from a three week long mission, all she wants to do is sleep. Unfortunately, though, she still has to give her mission report.

Ships: None

Major Characters: Natasha, Steve, Clint, Surprise Character, 

Minor Characters: Tony (mentioned), Fury (mentioned)

Warning: Mentions of physical violence.

There is a comic character in this chapter, and unfortunately, I don't know a lot about him—just some very basic plot points, so feel free to correct me about him.

The Ohio Mission did not happen in this AU.

Finally, there isn't really action in this chapter, just dialogue describing action.

:)

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"Mission report."

It late at night—nearing 11:00 PM, and the lights in the tower were dimmed accordingly.

"Agent Romanoff, mission report." 

She didn't want to give her report; she just wanted to sleep. It had been almost three weeks since she'd slept in a bed, and nearly a week since she'd last slept at all. So, "In the morning," she mumbled.

Clint sighed and glanced at his watch. It was difficult to make out the exact time in the dark, but he wanted her to see that he, too, was tired and wanted to get this over with. "No, now. Fury says he needs this information tonight, and since you refused to give your report in the car—"

"I was stitching myself up in the car!" Natasha protested.

"—We have to do it here."

An exhausted Natasha, with the help of a similarly exhausted Clint limped over to the couch. Clint had one arm wrapped around her shoulders, while the other arm was crossed over his own body so his hand could be pressed to her midsection to keep her from lurching forward. True to her word, her left leg was stitched up, though dried blood had soaked through the leggings she was wearing.

"Do you want me to turn the lights on?" Steve asked from across the room. He, too, had just gotten off the elevator, but he'd hovered by the doors to see what Clint wanted him to do.

Natasha said no at the same time that Clint said yes.

Steve hesitated. Fury had put Clint in charge from the moment he'd helped Nat out of the SHIELD car that had driven her back to the tower, but Natasha truly was a terrifying human being, and if she wanted the lights off, the lights stayed off.

"If we keep them off do you promise to talk?" Clint asked.

The archer gently lowered her onto the couch and laid her sideways across it with her head rested on one of her arms. He stuck a pillow between her knees, not caring if it got bloody, so her wound wouldn't have the weight of her other leg on it.

Clint took his hand off her midsection and she hissed at the sudden movement; she had broken her ribs several days previously.

"What was that?" Clint asked suspiciously.

She was too tired to try and hide the injury. "My ribs are broken."

"All the more reason to give me your report so we can get you medical."

Steve decided to keep the lights off, and walked over to the partners. They didn't even seem to notice him.

"Well that solves everything! I just love going to medical."