Lynx's Journey

Chapter 4

Nat's pov:

The boys just left for their run so I decided to go and train. I opened the door to the 27th floor and I heard music. I was wondering who could be down here this early, maybe Clint? I opened the door quietly and I sat down on a bench near the entrance. I looked up to see a young girl dancing to what my phone tells me is 'Faded' by Alan Walker. This must be y/n! She's up very early. Ha, I guess Tony doesn't know her as well as he thought! She finished dancing and the song stopped. I couldn't help but clap. She was really good. I wonder who she trained under?

Y/n pov:

I finished my sloppy solo and I thought about how it would be so much better if my dance partner was here with me, but she was in England and I was stuck in a whole different world. I was startled out of my thoughts by someone clapping. I turned and saw a red haired woman. She gave me a small smile when I noticed her.

???: hi I'm Nat, you're the y/n Tiny won't stop talking about, right?

Y/n: Tiny! That's such a good name! Oh I am totally using that!

Nat: So just checking you are y/n, right, or are you a professional dancer who snuck in here to dance?

She was grinning at you, so you smiled slightly back.

Y/n: last time I checked, yes I am Y/n!

Nat: I like you, you have the attitude of a boss, we are definitely going to be friends, I like your dance by the way.

Y/n: thanks I do try *dramatic pose* I would do a hair flip but I don't have long hair anymore, so I'll have to stick to dramatic posture!

At this Nat gave a rare laugh.

Nat: I'll see you at breakfast.

She glanced at the clock and turned back to me.

Nat: Actually we might as well go back now, we spent all my training time talking, come on kid.

She turned to leave but waited for me to get my stuff first, guessing I hadn't been shown where the main kitchen is. She headed towards the lift (elevator) and I stopped, glaring at the shiny metal doors. Nat stopped when she realized and turned back to face me, confused.

Nat: y/n, you coming?

Y/n: yeh but not in that.

I gestured toward the lift (cough*death trap*cough) with my best disgust face.

Nat: why?

Y/n: I don't like lifts, they are just an excuse to be lazy and are a safety hazard. Do you know how many break each month?

Nat: I don't know how many break, bu-

Y/n: it was a rhetorical question! (disappointed sigh)

(Note the extreme sarcasm)

Nat: -but we are going up 30 floors and I'm not walking!

Y/n: Okay, you said 30 floors right?

Nat: yes?

Y/n: okay, meet you at floor 47 then!

With that you left a rarely speechless, speechless Natasha, to watch you skip up the stairs as she waited for her lift.