Why am I here?

Chapter 17

"You ok, Hulk?" I asked, worried for my friend.
"Hulk is ok." He told me, patting me on my head. 
"That's good then." I said, walking over to the people taking over my bed, sofa, chair, window seat, and part of Hulk's bed too. I hope they wake up soon. As if on queue, a hear a feminine groan. The red head in my reading chair, the one who I shot. "How are you doing, miss?" I asked her, my voice soothing and gentle so I don't scare. "Where am I?" 
"You are in Sakaar. Created and founded by the Grandmaster." I smiled. "I shall answer any questions you may have." Sitting down beside her. 

"Who are you?"
"My name is Natasha Jefferson."
"My name is Natasha Romanoff."
"Who is the Grandmaster?"
"The Grandmaster is my master, my father figure, Sakaar's creater and founder." This went on for about 40 minutes before I was called downstairs by Valkyrie on the Grandmaster's order. "I'll be back soon. The Grandmaster wants me for th-things." I stuttered before running off in a sensible manner. 

(Romanoff's P.O.V.)

"I'll be back soon. The Grandmaster wants me for th-things." She stuttered before running off. 
"Little Natasha?" I heard a familiar voice whisper.
"Hulk?"
"You not little Natasha. You big Natasha!" He yelled, grabbing me for a hug. 
"I missed you too big guy." I heard a quiet groan from the window seat. "Hey Clint." I whispered, sitting next to my best friend. "Hey Nat. Where are we?" I explained everything miss Jefferson answered, and told him about what happened after he was knocked unconscious because he was one of the first people to be defeated.
This went on until everyone else had awoken and were waiting for her to get back.

(Jefferson's P.O.V.)

It was late. That was all I could tell. The Grandmaster did unspeakable and undignified things to me for nearly three hours straight! My whole body hurts... I hope he doesn't find out I prefer women to men. I was stumbling into walls and tables all the way through the dark nightly corridors, all the way to my room. I was that disoriented, I forgot I had 10 people in my room!

I was about to collapse on my bed when I heard a: "Hey Natasha." and I jumped out of my skin. A cry of pain was sounded when Natasha had hit the man named Clint for scaring me. "Sorry about that Natasha." She said, before flicking his ear, earning a more dramatic "OWWW!" He yelled. "Shut the fuck up! I've got enough red in my ledger as it is! I don't want to be executed because I am holding about 10 criminals in my living space! And I don't think you would like to be either!" I whisper-yelled at Clint. I just winked at Natasha. Tell you a secret: I have a small crush on said woman...

"What are we going to do about sleeping?" Steve asked. 
"Natasha and Wanda will share my bed with me; Loki, Thor, Steve and Bucky will share a bed with Hulk;" I saw Loki give a visible gulp while glancing at the giant pea. "Tony and Clint will share the sofa; Sebastian can have the reading seat; Pietro can have the window seat. All done..." I said, collapsing on the floor as my body had given up on me and the world went black when my head came into contact with the marble floor.

(Romanoff's P.O.V.)

Natasha had just finished arranging sleeping when she dropped limp on the marble floor. Clint started to panic. "Whatdowedo? Whatdowedo!?" He started to run about in circles, holding his head as he tried to think. While Clint was panicking, Hulk picked her up and laid her on the smaller bed. What is he doing...? He grabbed a giant wooden box and ripped a package open. "What's that bud?" I asked. Clint was still panicking, now banging his head on the floor. 
"Bandage." Was all he said as he took off her shoe and stocking to reveal a swollen, purple, ankle. Most likely broken. And started to wind the thin strip of material around the broken ankle. None of us know first aid, she's gonna need to use a walking stick when she wakes up...

I decided to take control as everyone else started to panic as they tried to stop Clint from yelling his guts up. "EVERYBODY! STOP!" They all turned to look at me. Clint had now stopped yelling. "Go to your sleeping stationed Miss Jefferson assigned you." Nobody moved. "NOW!" They all rushed to said sleeping quarters, slightly terrified of me now. All the commotion had woken Natasha up. "What's going on?" She groaned.
"You feinted. Hulk also noticed you broke your ankle. You will not be able to walk properly without a cane or a walking stick. So NO FIGHTING."
"No fighting!" She exclaimed in shock, scaring Wanda so she fell off the bed with a squeak of terror.

"Sorry Wanda." She apologised. "I'll show you I can walk." She said, getting off the bed. Followed promptly by her falling on her face when he put weight on her right foot. I handed her a wooden cane I found nearby. "Sure you'll show me." I whispered in her ear as I helped her up, my lips twitched up in a smirk. "Hmpf." She said, screwing her face up like a child's as she hobbled out of the door.