RR14 Too Bad

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The girls looked uncomfortable at the thought of helping the assassin that just tried to take their heads off, get cleaned up. But they agreed. As everyone left the room, Tony asked JARVIS to alert Jane and Darcy when Natasha was awake.

The group then left to rest and recuperate, as well as tend to their own wounds.

Natalia awoke about two hours later. Just as she was trained, she layed still like she was still sleeping to get a feel of her surroundings. She felt as if she were lying on a bed. The room she was in made her sort of relax and it felt familiar to her. She couldn't hear anyone else in the room so she thought it best to go ahead and open her eyes. She was indeed in a bed and from the looks of it; it seemed as if it were her room. She had to hand it to herself, she was a good decorator. She looked at the pictures she had hanging on her wall as well as the dresser. They were of her 'teammates', and they all looked so happy. She looked at herself in the pictures and couldn't tell that she was trying to blend in. It looked as if she was genuinely having a good time. Damn, Ivan would be proud. The pictures distracted her from the pain, until she had to sneeze. The force of the sneeze made the pain wrack through her body, causing a small scream to escape her lips. She layed there in silent agony for another minute, until she heard a small knock on the door. It took her a moment to find her voice.Remember Natalia, you are one of them, she told herself.

"Come in." she called. The two women from the lab she woke up in entered the room. They looked a little afraid of her. She saw that the younger one had a small cut on her cheekbone, and the other woman had a purple bruise on her temple. Damn, she thought. Did I do that? Way to blend in Natalia.

With genuine concern, the one she guessed was Jane sat on the side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" Jane asked.

"Sore. What the hell happened to me?" Jane didn't know how to answer the question. She was told not to talk about the subject in case she triggered a memory and a panic attack follow. But she tried.

"Tony's stupid mission to save you. Your body took a toll and will take some time to heal."

So it was a mission that did this to me.

"Feels like a building fell on me," she said.

Recalling an earlier story, Darcy told her it wouldn't be the first time.

Natalia had no idea that it wasn't a mission kind of mission, just a mission of Tony wanted to see what happened in her past. She decided to drop the subject and go on with her 'life.'

"I feel like crap,' she mumbled to herself. She still hadn't sat up yet, remembering what happened the last time she did.

Darcy, the ever so sarcastic one chimed in with "well you look like it too."

Natalia shot her a death glare and Darcy tensed up. "But, but we are here to help! Darcy and Jane to the rescue! Yayyy..."

Natalia rolled her eyes and Jane laughed to herself. "I don't need any help. I got this." To prove it she tried sitting up. Once again, she yelped in pain and she felt nauseated from the pain.

Jane grabbed her arm, risking another jab at her face, in order for the fiery red head to steady herself. Jane supported her while Natalia's nausea passed.

Natalia knew she needed help, and as far as she knew, her 'friends' were there for her. She admitted defeat. She wanted desperately to be clean and felt like a hot shower would do her good. But the problem was, she could barely move without passing out again.

With a sigh, she grabbed onto Jane's arm and slowly but carefully swung her legs around so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. Jane looked worried but said, "take your time, you've been through hell and your body is pretty beat up." Darcy appeared on her right side, ready to help her stand up. Natalia gritted her teeth, and attempted to stand. Jane and Darcy held on to her as she found her balance. She didn't feel as painful when standing, and it was a welcome relief. She was exhausted. They walked the short trip to the bathroom and had her lean against the wall while they turned the shower on.

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