Just "Friends"

Chapter 2

Clint swung down from the air vents and landed on his feet and Natasha runs up to him. They enter her quarters and they sit down on her bed and are silent.

"How?" Clint finally says, breaking the silence.

"How... what?" she asks him.

"How... does... Y/n know him?" Clint asks lifting his head.

"I... I don't know Clint" Natasha responds confused as well.

"All I know though is that we have a new mission Agent Barton" she says standing and catching Clint's attention. "Our mission is to learn Y/n Y/l/n history"

Clint stands and holds a hand out. "Let's shake on it" he says.

Natasha gives him a determined look and they shook each others hands, looking each other in the eye.

You walked down the hallway to your room. You aren't really up to partying, especially to your best friend's capture.

You make it to your room and you face plant into your bed and groan. You roll over onto your back and sprawl out on your bed. You stare at the ceiling and eventually you close your eyes and pass out. Though that night was one of the most restless nights you had...

In the morning you awake to Tony Stark's voice.

"Y/n, get your lazy ass in the conference room the Pirate wants us" he says and you groan.

You roll out of bed and throw off the clothes you wore to the party and slip into a grey long-sleeve and black joggers. You throw your hair into a bun.

You walk down the halls to the conference room. You get a couple disapproved looks from some Agents walking by or they just look concerned. You enter the room and everyone turns their chairs to you.

"Geez Y/n you look like shit" Tony says, concerned written all over his face.

"Gee, thanks Tony" you say rubbing your eye.

"First of all language Tony and are you ok Y/n?" Steve asks you.

"I'm fine" you say sleepily.

You had dark circles under your eyes and your eyes look dead.

You fall into the last open seat. To your right was Natasha and to your left was Clint.

You catch Fury's eye and he also looks concerned but it's hidden well in his eye.

You sit and listen to the mission update and hear your going to HYDRA. You freeze in your seat and try to look as chill as possible... but you were failing.

"Y/n? Are you alright? You look... stressed" Bruce asks you and you force a smile and nod your head once.

"Yep! Just dandy!" you say with some false cheer.

He didn't look quite convinced but went back to the assignment in all your hands. The mission and the information was kept in folders for you to look through during the meeting. They don't want to do it digitally incase HYDRA went through there systems.

After Bruce asked if you were alright you went back to the folder looking through the mission. An uncertain expression creeped across your expression and you hid it before others could see it. Though Natasha knew you made that expression and she knew something was wrong. She watched your movements and expressions the entire meeting.

Soon it was over and you were the first out the door. You rubbed your eyes sleepily and walked back to your room. You shut and locked the door behind you. You really don't want to talk to anyone today, you rather sit on your bed and draw and watch Netflix.

You pulled your sketchbook out and turned on the TV. You decide on the Office... considering it brings your mood up.

You sit and laugh as Micheal yells at Dwight about being an ignorant slut.

You draw the final lines on your drawing and fall backwards onto your bed feeling accomplished. You look down at your creation seeing the Avengers. This sketchbook was quite big so you drew each of their bodies and faces in detail.

"Welp, what to do now?" you ask yourself.

You look around your room and spot your training outfit.

"I guess I should train for the upcoming mission" you blankly say and slip it on.

You clip your belt on and flip your pistols into the holsters and slip your knives into the sides. You place a couple more knives into your boots and two small ones on your wristbands. You wear a black long-sleeve that hugs your upper half and black pants that hug your lower half as well. You cover your hair with a net, and then place your mask on which is an all black mask with small traces of (favorite color) around the eyes. The eyes are black, lined with a white, and (favorite color) smudged around it. You walk out of your room to the training room. (The mask covers your entire head that's why you wear a net over your hair, it's like Deadpool's or Spiderman's mask).

You spot Steve in there but ignore him. He is vigorously punching the bag. His face shows pain and anger and he causes the bag to hunch each time he punches it. You flinch as it unhooks and breaks in half. It roughly hits the floor with a thud and sand flies across the floor. He wipes his forehead and and walks over to his small pyramid of the bags and grabs another. You walk over to the mats and begin to stretch your body and he finally sees you.

"Hey Y/n" he says walking over.

"Hi" you say shortly, still stretching.

You slide down into a split and you hear Steve make a noise.

"What?" you ask confused.

"How do you do that?" he asks.

"A split? I don't know, probably from years of doing it" you say.

"Oh" he says and stretches his arms.

He then attempts it and stops halfway through it and stands back up. You laugh at his expression.

"I don't know how you do that. I almost pulled something and ripped my pants doing that" he says.

You shrug your shoulders and reach to your toes while doing the split still, cracking your back slightly in a good way.

"Alright Y/n catch you later, got to get back to my workout before my heart rate slows" he says waving.

"Alright Steve" you say standing and walking over to the targets...