"When was the first time you really worked as partners?"
"The building, the tower. Was broken into this one time. We worked pretty well then. That was the start of the whole, shifter thing."
Natasha waves away the villain.
"Really, as far back as that?"
"Yeah, but it took us a while after that to figure out who was behind it."
Steve shifts a bit in his seat before he speaks up.
"I remember that day specifically. Although I think I actually remember the morning after better."
"Oh, I wonder why?"
Says Natasha in a sly voice. Steve moves his face out of sight from Natasha.
The air was cold as it hit the tip of her nose. She attempted to cover it with her thumb and finger. Natasha looked off to the right in a zombie like state. The clock projected on the wall said, four twenty five. She sighed, set aside her tools, yawned and stretched. time for lunch she thought Below her on her work desk sat a tablet with a long list of very complicated looking calculations on it. On top of the digital page was the title, danger room recordings. She brushed her hair out of her eyes, and pressed her thumb against the lock of the hard plastic door. It buzzed, and she moved onto the elevator. As she yawned for a second time, Natasha noticed that all the lights in the hall seemed to be turned off. It didn't matter though, all she needed was a good sandwich.
Her eyes were heavy, and her stomach in pain. The hallway at the top was unlit, and as she walked forward Natasha could see out the large window in the living room. The city outside was lit, and the sky was dark. Natasha looked at her watch, no, it was four in the morning, oh. Oops, she thought. She waddled over to the fridge. Taking in her hands the white bread and ham, and laying it clumsily all together. She swallowed a chunk of it, and as she chewed, she yawned again. Stumbling down the hall gently while she hummed, until she heard a crash. She took another large bite and started to run in its direction.
"Jarvis?"
No voice came from a complex combination of wires or from a kindly old man. At the end of the hall were two large thick metal doors, open. Natasha shoved the last of her sandwich into her mouth as she hugged the wall, and slowly inched closer cautiously. Her head turned the corner, still chewing the last of her food. Another bang.
"Stop throwing things."
"Or what? What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll cut your head off if I have to." A voice growled
"I'd like to see you try."
A man with a scythe for a hand came closer to another man with a skull on his mask.
"Zere is no time for fighting gentlemen. I need their fighting data, and I need them now." Said a faint robotic voice.
The red skulls face showed itself on a small hologram projected my one of their watches.
"Yes boss."
The hologram shut off. One of them went over to the physical files, and the other went to natasha's computer. It was a good thing that wasn't where she kept the files from the danger room. Natasha always made sure to transfer them to Jarvis. Jarvis, she thought. She quietly tip toed over to the elevator to drop a couple floors, to the computer store room. A room so large it too up nearly an entire floor. The two of those guys would never come into avengers tower by themselves. There had to be more of them. And if there were more, they had a plan.
