A Spider's Web ll Natasha Romanoff

Just My Luck

We arrived at our hotel not too long after leaving the runway. The whole ride was silent; no one spoke a word. It wasn't an awkward kind of silence, but it wasn't a pleasant kind either. It was hard to describe.

I grabbed my things and got out of the car before heading to the front doors of the hotel we would be staying at. It must be nice that S.H.I.E.L.D could afford for us to stay here for months. The hotel wasn't the fanciest that I had ever seen, but it wasn't sketchy either. It was a nice comfortable hotel.

I walked through the entrance and up to the front desk to the receptionist. A pretty brunette was behind the counter, typing away at her computer. I rested my forearms on the counter and smiled at her when she looked up.

"Hey, I'm looking to check into a room. I have a reservation." I said in Italian. I twirled a piece of my hair with my index finger and bit my bottom lip.

"O-of course. What would the name be under?" She stuttered, also in Italian. A red hue painted her face as she pushed a fallen piece of hair out of her face.

"Jane Smith." I answered, recalling my fake identity. She looked away to enter the information in her computer.

"Oh! I have your reservation right here. Looks like a room for...two?" She questions with narrowed eyes.

"My roommate and I." I clarified. "Can't leave anywhere without her."

"Mhm." She hesitated before grabbing two key cards and handed them to me.

"Enjoy your stay." She said, looking behind me then going back to staring at the computer.

I looked back and saw Natasha standing there, with a raised brow. Without saying a word, she headed to the elevator and I followed, stepping in after her once it arrived.

"You always seem to have a raised eyebrow at me whenever we are together." I commented.

"Because you are always doing something childish." She responded.

"Childish? How so?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"You need to start thinking about the mission and not about your desires." She scolded.

"Desires? Are you talking about the receptionist? I wouldn't say I desire her. It's harmless flirting. It's not like I'm involved with anyone. Are you jealous, Ms. Romanoff?"

"Just harmless flirting." She scoffed. "I am not jealous. What would I be jealous of? This whole time you've been acting like a child. You aren't taking this seriously."

"Yeah, well, some of us didn't get a childhood." I mumbled.

She whipped around to face me. "You're right. Some of us didn't get a childhood." She confirmed coldly. After glaring, she looked forward towards the doors again.

Tension filled the elevator and I was anxiously waiting for the doors to open. It took a few seconds, but my wish came true. As soon as the doors opened, Natasha ripped the keycards out of my hand and bolted out of the elevator.

Nice going, Margot. I mentally scolded myself. I followed after her, but at a much slower pace. I couldn't help myself sometimes. I have a bad habit of saying things before thinking them through. Much like now, it always got me into trouble.

I don't know much, come to think of it, anything, about Natasha's background and past. I don't know how she was raised or how she became an assassin. I felt guilty for saying anything. I didn't know she would react the way she did.

Natasha flung the door to our room open and stalked inside. I followed behind her and looked around. It was very nice. There was a living room and kitchen in the main entry and connected were two separate bedrooms with their own doors.