Recruit

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

I was awakened in the middle of the night by Natasha. I was startled, did something happen?

"Hey we need to talk, I waited until everyone else was asleep, it would be a very awkward conversation with them staring us down." She whispered, I myself confused, what was she talking about.

"What do you mean?" I ask, blinking sleep out of my eyes and rolling on my good side.

"You're gunna need a place to live, at least until we get all the other recruits, I talked to Coulson and we agreed that you're gunna need a month, we can still work on the recruits but you'll need more combat training, things like that, don't argue. And it'll probably be with one of us, I would recommend with me, until you can at least shower on your own." She whispers, catching my attention.

"Ya, totally, I'm not a fan of needing help getting dressed, but I'm not going to get any of their egos up and make them feel overly empowered that I need their help." I say nodding my head at the guys.

"Good deal, get some sleep, you're leaving tomorrow." Natasha said, standing up and walking back to her spot on the wall, next to Barton.

I go back to sleep and try to imagine a life living with Natasha. I like her, she's, strong, but I don't really know her. I remember what Steve said; how she's glad not to be the only girl. I try to see us, doing things together. Is she a motherly or sisterly type? I've gotten big sister so far. I don't know where she lives, is it a house? Is it a crappy apartment? Does she have a cat? Will Baby be happy?

All these questions and more boggle me, making me more and more anxious and sleep less and less likely. At some point after the sun came up, the door opened, I heard an annoyed sigh. Footsteps started towards me. Almost humorously simultaneous, everyone wakes with a start. I turn and see everyone standing, Natasha and Barton, hands going to their sides, most likely their packing. Stark looked painfully groggy, and Rogers was alert and ready for a fight, Bruce just sat up and fumbled for his glasses. Baby quickly jumps down before he notices.

"Guys, I said, ugh screw it." He sighed in defeat.

"Yes doctor?" Natasha asked, straightening herself.

"Well, we've got discharge papers for mom and dad, and a wheel chair for Jean. You're going to be on bed rest so you may as well be comfortable at home." He shrugs half heartedly.

I muster as much of a smile as I can, I'll never have a home, I may be with people I could learn to love but, my home died with my dad, and I'll never get that back. Baby is the closest thing I have to a home, don't get me wrong; she's the center of my world, but I'll never have my dad back, I'll always have a void, when, if, I get married, he won't walk me down the isle. He'll never be proud of whatever this whole STRIKE thing will lead to. But right now I have to shake it off and take the task ahead, like always.

"Great, I'm ready to get on with life." I lie, I'm never ready to face it, I look straight in front of me, never paying attention to anything but what was happening then, why can't I that now?

The doctor flips through papers while the blonde nurse from last night rolls in a wheelchair awkwardly. She avoids all eye contact with anyone. She brings it over to my bed and gets out as quickly as possible. The doctor, Tony Barton and Bruce are equally confused.

"Mrs. Mathews, Mr. Mathews, if you could sign here, here, here." He pointed to pieces on the paper after handing Natasha and Steve pens.

Tony and Barton came over and gently lifted my down to wheel chair, I could tell it only took one of them but they both did it so if I got hurt they wouldn't be the only one to blame. I got in the chair, annoyed at how helpless I was in this stupid thing. I had to kill time for this doctor to leave so we could get Baby out of here with out trouble.