When The Skyfall.. || Black Widow (English Version)

Chapter 07: Impulses 2.

- Luke.. I..-

- Go! Get out of here. - Cage said, gesturing for Romanoff to leave before anyone else saw her in that state.

- B-but what about you?

- I can handle myself. Now go! - He shouted, this time in a serious tone, prompting her to leave the place completely disoriented.

Hours after the incident, the redhead found herself back in her temporary apartment, completely in shock. She was on shaky ground at that moment, even though she was lying on the cushions of her used sofa, using herself for support to keep her body stable, nothing seemed tangible. All that passed through her mind were blurry images of what had happened moments before she arrived there.

"Look who we have here, a redhead," "Natasha! Don't do this!", "Go! Get out of here," words and more words spoken to herself came back to her every second. It was as if she was being shot multiple times and each shot released a different memory. Her breathing became heavier. Her hands were trembling. She knew it was only a matter of minutes before her body would follow suit. For this reason, despite such difficulty, she stood up, leaning on the few pieces of furniture in the room until she reached the kitchen counter. As her palms touched the wooden counter, a flash came to her face; she felt like she touched something... Her vision became less blurry until she focused and saw she was holding some sort of... rod. But it didn't seem like a rod. She felt she had seen it before. And then, without control of her actions, at that moment, her hands manipulated that rod until it fired energy blasts at... Chitauri. It was... the Battle of New York. Another flash. BOOM.

"There are worse ways to die," she said to Steve Rogers as she viewed the skies of a decaying Sokovia, about to become a new version of the meteor that wiped out the dinosaurs. However, that vision was replaced by a beautiful European room. All that decoration harked back to past Europe. Natasha saw herself. Saw herself dancing... light as the wind. There were more versions of herself. All with her face. "Where else could I get a view like this?" she asked Captain America. She heard gunfire until one shot hit her belly, near her uterus, - while being called by her real name: "Natalia!" - throwing her back with the impact, however, colliding against the wooden floor of her temporary apartment in New York. She looked to the sides and saw she was awake again. Her body was completely sweaty, marking a gray shirt. As for her breathing; panting. Until... she heard the sounds of gunfire again. But they didn't seem so real anymore. She let her senses guide her vision to the door that was banging nonstop while a voice called her name. Although, this time, not the real one.

- Natasha? - Called a voice from the other side of the entrance door to the apartment. Although her senses were still confused, that voice was unrecognizable anywhere it was.

- Give me a break, Matt! - Ordered the redhead to the lawyer, shouting loud enough for her voice to cross the wood of the door and reach the ears of the blind man.

- Nat... Luke told me what happened. I know very well how complicated this can be and-- - He iterated, realizing that Natasha would not respond to his words regardless of what they were. So he used his tricks to unlock the door handle and gain access to the inside of the spy's apartment. Upon crossing the portal of Romanoff's temporary home, he found her sitting on her couch in complete ecstasy... he knew this by the speed of her heartbeats and her sighs. He left his cane behind, after closing the door of the place when entering, and stood beside the Widow. - Nat... listen to me.

- Ears are made for that, Matt. At least... - She sighed again, turning her eyes to the lawyer. - as far as I know I still have ears.

- This isn't fair. - Matthew responded dryly.

- Ah, no? Then why did I want to do that? Why did I attack those two thugs like that? Come on, Matthew! I know very well how to deal with people like that without needing to kill one of them with a crowbar.

- Have you ever thought that what you experienced today might just be a... isolated fact? Maybe... impulses. An anxiety attack. - Matthew thought. ‐ You've been through a lot, Natasha. It's not the craziest thing to think about, right? Besides, you haven't been a cold-blooded assassin for a long time. You just... need to convince yourself of that.

- Is that why you're here? To convince me? - She asked, crossing both arms.

- No... sometimes I can be good with words but... I'm not a therapist. But... I know some. I can make some calls... try some old contacts of Nelson and Murdock. I have some people owing me favors who can pull some strings.

- Right... yeah. That... makes sense.

- I have an old contact... els--

- Actually... you don't need to. I... know a guy. - She quickly replied before Matt started listing names. However, she soon realized how she interrupted the lawyer and didn't even need his arched eyebrow towards her. - I'll go. I... I'll go. - She replied to the skepticism surely stamped on Matthew's face.

- Right... right. - Matthew replied as he headed for the exit. Even though he was reluctant, he had to give this vote of confidence to Natasha. He had to allow her to deal with her own issues in her own time. He had enough authority and experience to draw such a conclusion. He wanted to help in any way he could and Romanoff knew that, would be very grateful if she knew how to do it. So just...

- Thanks, Matt. - She said, seconds before he left her apartment.

- For what?

- You know. For... me... you know. - She said, tapping her feet on the floor lightly as her arms crossed.

- You're welcome, Natasha. - He replied with a corner smile, moments before the door slammed shut and Natasha found herself alone once again in that apartment.

With a sigh, the redhead headed for the sink and tore off a piece of the wall's porcelain, revealing a hole in the wall where a cell phone was. It was her real cell phone. It was inactive... there were only a few contacts listed that would serve her when needed. She checked the list until she found what she wanted. She picked up the disposable cell phone she was using and dialed the number displayed on her old cell phone screen, until the beeps started and a voice answered on the other end of the phone.

- Hello. Dr. Garner's office. How can I help you? - Someone on the other end of the line said, certainly some secretary.

- Hello... I'm an... old friend of Dr. Garner's. I need to get in touch with him and--

- Would you like to schedule an appointment?

- No... I just... want to know where he'll be next. If possible.

- Of course. Just a moment, please. - The secretary asked, returning to the line two minutes later. - Mr. Garner will be giving a lecture to some of his students tomorrow night at Empire State University.

- Alright. Thank you.

- No problem. Would you like-- The secretary said until she was cut off by the call ending by Natasha.

[OFF: Did you catch references to Spider-Man? And Dr. Garner from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.?]