A billionaire's daughter - The Outlaws Series

4.

Elena's bed was still unmade as her figure walked across the room, reaching for a book in the upper part of the bookcase. She stretched her limbs as far as she could, her fingers just touching the cover of the book she tried to get her hands on.

On her tip-toes, she shuffled a little bit back and forth before getting a fierce grip on the book and pulling it out of the row.
The book fell out of her hands when she stepped back and tripped over the many clothes she had forgotten to put in the washing machine a few days before. They just laid there, piles and piles upon each other.
When she realized she should do something about it however, and stood up again, the bell rang.

Elena froze for a mere seconds before quickly pulling all the dirty clothes underneath her bed. She rushed around and tried to let her room look as normal as possible while the bell kept ringing downstairs.

After a minute or three, Elena had run down the stairs and opened the door. Her mind still focused on looking decent enough, she dusted off her clothes a bit, eyes trained on her pair of sweatpants she had been wearing for the past two days.

A cough let her escape the trance she was in as her head snapped up. When her pair of hazel green met themselves in the reflection of black sunglasses, her body tensed up.

She tried to relax while setting up an emotionless face expression. Her hands slowly reached for the gun hidden on the table placed beside the door while she asked the strangers in front of her: 'What do you want?', she cut it off short as her fingers curled around the weapon.

The man and woman in front of her didn't seem bothered about her attitude as they both showed her a card, glancing around ever so noticeable.

Her eyes did not fooled her when she looked down, her right hand still holding the gun, and saw their names.

Clinton Francis Barton and Natasha Romanoff, both level nine agents at SHIELD.
She looked up at them, scanning their faces and making sure they were the same person on the cards. Their eyes were hidden behind pairs of black sunglasses, but the fiery red hair and short brown did not fool her and once convinced, she opened the door just a little bit more, signaling them to come in.

The living room was luckily not that messy as her bedroom previously was, so Elena gave them both the freedom to sit down on the couch as she made her way to the kitchen. Upon opening the fridge door, she soon found out there wasn't much anymore. Except for a bottle of orange juice, an old salad she had eaten yesterday but never completed, and cheese, everything was gone.

And that was understandable, normally her father did that, but he wasn't here anymore. The last time he had gone to the grocery store had been more than a week ago.

Walking back with only a glass of water for herself and two empty ones for her guests, she picked up a conversation between said two people:

'She has a gun.' a rather deep voice whispered, before shuffling could be heard. Elena guessed it was the man. What was his name again? Clint?

She could only guess that the woman who accompanied the man was going to answer, 'I know, which means...'

But when the male voice was suddenly far closer than a few seconds ago, Elena quickly ran back to the kitchen and grabbed her hidden stash of chocolate.

'That she knows how to handle a gun.' She now could hear the man, Clint, quietly walking towards her. While she filled a bowl with the brown goodies, Elena made her face the emotionless one it had been when she greeted them at the door, hoping he hadn't heard her.

She could feel his presence when she reached for a pack of cookies left on the upper shelf, right besides the fridge. The buzzing sound of the fridge made his way towards her ears, her reflection once again noticeable in the silver metal plate. But not only could she see her own reflection, the man's one was visible too.
He was leaning against the door frame, his sunglasses pointed downwards slightly, showing his brown eyes. He had crossed his arms and gazed around the room, like he was looking for something. Probably more hiding places for guns.

Elena grinned, remembering all the places she had hid them, together with her mother and later on with her father.

In the fake drawer underneath the sink, behind the painting in the hall, in a hidden part of the bath in the master bedroom's bathroom...

'You want one?' her hair whipped around when she turned on her feet and showed the agent her bowls of unhealthy, but delicious food. The cookies were placed in a different one since the other was too full of KitKat's, Reeses and Twix'. She shook the bowls a little to emphasize her statement.

Unfortunately, he shook his head, 'No, thank you. But we would like to talk for a minute.' Knowing what it was going to be about, Elena made herself ready to be told lies upon lies.