Who's the Real Monster (Avengers Fanfiction)

Fooling the Unfoolable

After three days of rest and explaining how I'd ended up with HYDRA, Loki and Bruce deemed me able to get up and wander the tower.

As long as I didn't exert myself too much, which meant that their team watched me like hawks and I was never in a room by myself. Unless it was the bathroom or my own room, and I wasn't allowed on the training floors or the labs.
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I walked into the common room floor with my blanket around my shoulders, it was empty. I knew it wouldn't be for long though.

I pushed the love seat over to the window, which took up an entire wall. The window did, not the love seat.

I sighed when I finally had it pressed up against the window, curling up in my blanket and looking down on the city.

I heard two sets of footsteps coming from the elevator and into the room. I didn't look to see who it was, instead choosing to continue looking at the city.

I heard the steps falter as they entered, "JARVIS?" I heard Clint ask. He sounded confused.

"Miss Samantha moved the love seat, presumably to take a nap,".

I could faintly hear Natasha's distinctly quiet steps start moving towards my resting place.

I quickly curled up and feigned sleep.

"She's asleep," Natasha stated as she saw me.

Clint's heavier steps moved beside her, "Should I put her in her room?" Clint asked quietly.

I didn't hear Natasha reply, but I heard their steps walk away. They didn't leave the room, I guessed they sat on the couch.

My assumption was proven correct when a click sounded and the TV turned on.

I heard it click a few times before the voice of a popular nature documentary narrator started to speak about frogs in some rainforest.

After a bit, I drifted off into a hopefully dreamless sleep, unintentionally.
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I woke up when I felt someone pick me up. I made a small groaning noise, but kept feigning sleep.

"Careful Clint," I heard Natasha hiss.

Clint muttered sarcastic apologies to her as they walked.

They stopped after around twenty steps, "Which floor Ms. Romanoff?" It was JARVIS, so we were probably in the elevator. JARVIS was whispering too.

"Sam's room please JARVIS," Natasha answered smoothly, I heard the doors slide closed.

I felt the elevator move up, Natasha and Clint were silent during the entire ride. It felt like Clint eventually leaned against the back elevator wall.

After a few minutes, the elevator finally stopped and opened.

I felt Clint push off the wall and start walking through what I supposed was my room, I didn't dare check. I heard a door creak open as Clint wobbled slightly.

Clint stopped and I felt him gently lower me onto what I knew was my bed. I rolled onto my stomach, hearing Clint start to walk out of the room.

"Thanks Clint," I said in a clear, normal voice.

He froze, "How long have you been awake?"

I hummed pretending to think about it, "Since you picked me up," I told him, still not opening my eyes.

"Goddamnit," I heard him say.

I laughed as he left the room.

Probably going to complain to Natasha and the rest of the team, I thought as I curled up in a ball and drifted back off to sleep.