I'm Sorry | Natasha Romanoff

Chapter 7: Apple Juice

It had been four days since Natasha's call, and Jenna found herself feeling an odd, almost imperceptible sense of unease. She brushed it off as the normal tension, but there was an undercurrent she couldn't completely ignore. It was as if she was subtly worried, but she would never admit to it, not even to herself.

As Jenna sat in her office, the hum of the air conditioning was the only sound breaking the silence. Her fingers drummed absentmindedly on the desk, her thoughts drifting through a fog of vague concern.

Suddenly, her phone rang, cutting through her introspection. She glanced at the screen and saw Natasha's name flashing. A small, almost reluctant smile touched her lips as she answered.

"Hello Natalia" Jenna said.

Natasha's voice came through the line, "Hi."

Jenna's eyes narrowed slightly as she recognized the tension in Natasha's tone. "I know that voice. What's wrong?"

There was a brief pause before Natasha replied, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I didn't know who else to turn to."

Jenna's expression softened, a trace of concern slipping through her usual composure. "I heard about everything. I was just waiting for your call."

Natasha's sigh of relief was audible. "I need your help. Things have gotten... complicated."

Jenna's voice was steady, almost reassuring. "I'm listening."

Natasha's voice was tight with urgency as she continued. "There's this prison in the Atlantic off of New York."

Jenna's eyebrows arched in recognition. "The Raft. I've heard of it."

Natasha's tone was hopeful yet tinged with desperation. "Do you have any more information? Floor plans, anything?"

Jenna's voice was calm, almost teasing. "Maybe. What's your plan?"

Natasha's voice grew more urgent, tinged with frustration. "I don't have time for games right now."

Jenna's response was calm, but with a hint of amusement. "I'm not playing games. I just want to know what your plan is."

Natasha's frustration was evident as she replied, "I need to get some friends out. "

Jenna sat up in her chair, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, you've joined the dark side, huh?"

Natasha's tone was sharp but resigned. "Not exactly."

Jenna's smirk widened, her voice carrying a note of playful challenge. "Well, that makes things interesting. Let's see what I can dig up for you."

Natasha's tone was guarded as she pressed, "And what's the catch?"

Jenna's smirk remained, "Why do you assume there's a catch?"

Natasha's tone was curt as she replied, "Because it's you."

Jenna's eyes sparkled with a mix of amusement and challenge. "Touche."

Natasha's voice was firm, tinged with resignation. "What's your angle then?"

Jenna leaned back in her chair, her expression thoughtful. "I don't have a specific angle—yet...unless you want to put me in one."

Natasha let out a soft chuckle into the phone, "You really are something else."

Jenna's smile widened, "No catch, Natalia. Just a genuine interest in how this plays out." and Jenna really wanted to watch how it will play out.

Natasha's tone was more relaxed now. "Alright, I'll take that."

Jenna's eyes twinkled. "Great. I'll get back to you soon."