Not My Choice

Jealous

Natasha drummed her fingers on the edge of the window. Her eyes were glued to the girl Clint saved, her body laying there bruised and broken. She knew what Clint did was good and she beats herself up because she knows deep down that she would have just left her laying there. She hates herself because of that fact. She's been a hero for years but she still can't get her mind to work like that.

A file slid in front of her, her hand instinctively grabbed the folder, her eyes darted up to see Clint standing next to her. "What is she doing here?" Natasha asked.

"Fury wants her out so since she is healing on her own he sent her here. When she wakes up .
... well, Steve's been talking about maybe him or Bucky adopting her."

"What about her parents?"

"Gone, that we know of."

"Birth?"

"She's quarter Russian, and three-quarters Brazilian."

"Where was she born, Clint?"

"Germany."

"For how long?"

"Not sure, we don't really know much about her. We're guessing she's been with Hydra for most of her life. If we want information we got to go there."

"And you think they are just going to give it to us?"

"Nope, that's what makes it fun, Nat."

"Clint, I just wanted to apologize for before-"

"Nat, stop. You don't apologize, what's going on?"

"Can't you just accept my apology?"

"Nope, now I gotta run, training." He said, his voice disappearing the farther he got down the hall.

Natasha chuckled to herself, she didn't know what she would do without him by her side. Her eyes darted back to the file she held in her hand. Flipping it open she saw nothing, a blank piece of paper. They truly had nothing on this girl, not even how her parents died. Natasha was about to leave when the beeping stopped her. It was the speed that worried her. It had gone from a faint sound to it beeping twice every second. "Guys! Help!" She cried down the hallway. The doctor rushed over to her side. Before the doctor could ask what was wrong Nat was already inside the room.

"We need you to step out, miss." The doctor said. Natasha tried to protest, to stand her ground but it was no use. Once Natasha was outside the room she turned around to see the Avengers either leaning up against the wall of sitting on the floor.

"Are you serious guys, you don't even know her." Natasha retorted before heading back to her room.

"What's her problem?" Tony asked.

"Why are you looking at me?" Clint held up his hand as if he were surrendering to something.

"Because you two, you know, ...... have a connection."

"We do not. We've been friends for a long time that's it."

"Whatever you say."

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Natasha's heart ached, all she wanted was to be by this girl's side, to help her. She felt sympathy for her because she understood what she went through. She saw herself is this girl and it killed Natasha. But now this girl was getting the break that Natasha never got. This girl didn't have to live the life Natasha did and what the Avengers still treat her like something special.

By the time Natasha reached the gym her nails left indents in her hair from where she had gripped her fist. A few punches would blow off steam but she didn't get far before hearing,

"Natasha, get here quick! She's awake!"

Fear gripped her as she raced down the hallways. She didn't know why but this girl she knew nothing about seemed to be her weakness. She hated her but felt fear when something was wrong. What was wrong with her?

Natasha reached the doorway and saw all the Avengers standing inside. Stupid really, they might scare her. Natasha stood and looked in the window trying to play it off as if she didn't care but inside she was anxious to find out if she was okay. What was her eye color, did she remember anything, what was she like? Natasha wanted to know them all.

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The mumbling became louder, I heard shooting. I was being moved, to where? Where was I? Am I dead? Hydra told me I was going to die for the greater good of them. So did I die? My head was screaming, why did Hydra want me dead again? Who am I, what am I?

My eyes slowly opened to see a person in a lab coat a ..... doctor I think standing over me. Once she saw that I was awake she rushed in a large group of muscular people. They huddled around me and began to mumble to themselves. From the back, the outside of the room, I saw a woman with fiery red hair looking in at me. Who was I and why did these people flaunt over me like this?