Nat's POV:
I was furious and it didn't help that Wanda was laughing. After I had taken the phone out of Y/n's grasp «calmly», I replied through gritted teeth:
"Yes, it does help and don't call me «Ms Romanoff», alright?"She even dared to sass back. "What am I supposed to call you? Angry woman?" but when she saw my glare, she looked down and continued "Or do you prefer ma'am?"
I rubbed my temples and sighed. "Natasha or an abbreviation of my name is fine"
We reached our room and Wanda immediately jumped onto the huge bed getting comfortable against the headboard.
"You guys choose something to watch, I'm gonna do something real quick" I said entering the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
Honestly, I just wanted to take a look at Y/n's phone without her seeing it. So I did just that, or tried to. I pressed the on/off button of her phone, but since it was completely off it first had to load and then I had to type in a code for her «sim-card»? I had to look at that later again.
Putting it in a drawer, I unlocked the door and joined my girlfriend and the kid I was still mad at, on the bed. They had chosen the series «Brooklyn Nine Nine». Wanda knows that I love that series. That's one way to calm me down.
Y/n's POV:
Sooo, I might've gone a bit too far. Right when we entered their room, Ms Ro- I mean Natasha entered the bathroom and locked it behind her saying she had to do something and told us to choose something to watch. We decided on B99.
When Natasha came out of the bathroom, she looked even more furious if that was even possible. Until she saw what we picked. I guess she liked that series.
It was still the first episode. My eyes were getting heavy and I fought to stay awake, but the bed was so comfortable and I somehow felt saver than I ever had before. Slowly, I drifted off into a deep sleep.
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Suddenly, I jolted up. I had a slight nightmare. Taking a look at my watch, I noticed that it was 2am, that's why it was still dark.
After I have nightmares, which I rarely do, I have troubles falling asleep again. Because of that, I decided to roam around their bed- and bathroom.
To be honest, my main goal was to escape, but I wanted to do some things before that.
My first step was to get my phone. I entered the bathroom and quietly locked the door behind me. 'It has to be somewhere here. She left the room without it'.
Trying to be as silent as possible, I finally found it in a drawer. Turning it on I realized, that Natasha must've tried to unlock it. Many messages popped up, mainly from the Avengers... if they only knew.
Abandoning my phone in a pocket of the sweatpants I was wearing, I started the second step of my plan: Remove the tracker. That wasn't something easy to do, because first of all, it was in the back of my neck, and second of all, it surely had a sensor alarming the connected devices if it's removed.
Fortunately, I could feel the chip when touching my neck meaning it wasn't far inside. I used my powers, which surprisingly worked, to move the chip out of my neck. I had to bite my bottom lip as I didn't want to cry out loud. When it was out, I cracked it and bandaged my neck with the help of a first aid kit I found under the sink.
I threw the destroyed chip into the trash and looked around the room for a way out other than the door. I found one, a window. Opening it, I was met with a cool breeze. Luckily, it was big enough for me to climb out, so I did just that hoping nobody looks at a random spot of the Avengers tower in the middle of the night.
A/n:
I'm not planning on adding a love interest, because I wouldn't know who, but if you have an idea, just let me know. I might consider it ;)
Btw I FINALLY have summer holidays and I'll try to update every Wednesday, because I don't know if I'll be able to write more chapters than I already have as drafts.
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