The Brewing Storm

Manipulation

4.

My nose twitches before I can prevent it. She was following me. Why? How bad could they possibly think I be to have one of the world's greatest killers spying on me? How much did she know?  About Eugene? Our history?  Our creation?

I slam the file shut, and quickly collect my things. Banner looks up for a second, but remains silent, not questioning my drastic movements. "What's got you in a mood, lightening rod?" Stark on the other hand, just can't seem to keep his mouth shut. 

"None of your damn business, that's what."

"Jeez, your mood swings are going to take a lot of getting used to." He throws a berry in his mouth, and extends his offer towards me. I stare at the packet, then simply turn my back on him. "It's very rare I share my food!" He yells after me, but I'm already halfway down the hallway to respond within his hearing distance.

Where was Romanoff? She and I need to have a few words, and by a few words, I mean I need answers. Why was she following me? Did she think I was a danger to her? No, SHIELD wouldn't have sent an assassin simply to watch me, if anything, she would have been dispatched with orders to kill on sight if I posed that much of a threat.

I halt at the entrance into the control center, my eyes scanning the room desperately to find the red head.  As soon as my eyes land on her, I storm towards her, grab hold of her leather jacket, and fling her backwards towards the wall. My throw takes her by surprise, as she stares up in confusion. I lean down to her level and mutter. "You better get explaining." 

She grabs hold of my arm, and twists it behind my back in attempt to restrain me. But I continue twisting, and duck under my own arm so fast that she writhes on the ground. I grab hold of her throat, and smack her back against the wall.

"Why have you been following me?" I demand. She stares at me, then moves her gaze to my hand, clearly afraid in case I electrocute her. She stares back into my eyes, and croaks.

"Your eyes... they're purple"

"You better give me answers, Romanoff, I'm really not in the mood for you to stare into my eyes." 

"I was given you as a case to follow! That's all!" I release her from my grip, and run my fingers through my hair. 

"What do you mean 'a case to follow'? So you're telling me that you know everything?"

"Don't get me wrong," She takes a deep breath, and straightens herself and her jacket. "You and your brother are ghost stories to everyone else. This is my own personal file."

I quickly remove the confusion that was written across my face, and ask, "Why do you have a personal file?"

"I like to keep track of those who could pose as a potential threat." She mutters quietly.

"So how did Fury know where to find me?"

"That wasn't me. But he likes to keep tabs on all of his agents. Ms Wilson, your neighbor, kept us informed." I keep quiet, attempting to make sense of any and all information that is being given to me. "Your confirmed kill count is-"

"Don't." I shout, spinning around, and pointing a finger. I feel my eyes turning a dark shade of purple as I growl, "Stop talking.". And turn to leave once again.

"No, you don't understand-"

My dagger's in a threatening position against a vital vein in her neck before I realize what I'm doing. "Don't tell me I don't understand, Romanoff-"