Recruit

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I woke up to the car stoping. I looked up and saw a beautiful, almost, modern cabin. The garage door was wood like the majority of the house. What wasn't wood was glass, knowing Natasha, probably bullet proof. The roof hung off of the actual house a few feet and was dark green in the nice lighting. The place was beautiful, to say the least. I got our and the smell of Christmas trees hung in the air, along with forest. Baby jumped out and ran around, excited. I smiled, pleased with the luxury.

"Comin?" Natasha called, already walking to the steps.

She pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. The inside was no less extravagant than the exterior. White walls, carpet and ceiling make it feel open, not obnoxious like on the helicarrier. The front room was semi- circular, a round couch hugged the wall almost all the way around and a large marble table comfortably fit it. To the left I could see part of the kitchen, to the right, a stair case. To the right was a hallway and a glass staircase, I could see two doors, probably a closet and half bathroom. At the end of that relatively short hall was a door leading outside.

I set my bag on the ground and slipped of my shoes, like Natasha had done. I go to the kitchen, all stainless steal appliances. The marble counter tops were dark and made everything look expensive, which it probably was. The wall was lined with wood cabinets, as was the shorter wall parallel. I saw that across the open hall to my right was a laundry room, filled with nice appliances. To my left was a wood table and chairs.

"Nice place." I compliment.

"SHEILD pays for it, a 'thanks for helping to save the world directly' thing." She says, grabbing a diet coke.

"Want anything?" She asks.

"Water?" I ask and she turns around, tossing me a water bottle that I catch with one hand smoothly.

"So, I'll be living here?" I ask.

"Yup, it's nice, secluded, tomorrow we can go to the store and get you stuff, I get a... generous pay bonus to make you comfortable, they already dolled you up a room upstairs." Natasha says, opening her coke.

"Really? So you get payed to deal with me?" I ask, interested.

"No, they give me extra to get you, like clothes, food, crap that I wouldn't normally buy." She explains.

"Cool, I don't need much so..." I trail off.

She nods and the silence bothers me so I ask.

"So, do I have to go to school?"

"Yes. Only because three if the possible recruits go to the same middle school." Natasha quickly explains.

"Fabulous, what are the ground rules? There's got to be some?" I ask, ready to be slapped in the face with a pile of rules.

"We'll figure that out tomorrow, you're probably not starting until you get adjusted and we catch you up a bit, you've been out for a year, so now let's just go to sleep and take a breather." Natasha says, finishing her coke and tossing it in the trash. I agree silently and follow her, grabbing my bag on the way upstairs.

The upstairs is quick to excite, the loft has a black leather couch and large TV. The ceiling is gradually pointed and is lined with decorative wooden planks. I follow her to my room. I almost passed out when I saw my room.

First off, the room was so unbelievably huge, I was the entire first floor of my last house. The architecture was so elaborate I wasn't sure if it was possible. The front half of the room was a literal pool. There was a pool in my room. A bridge like strip of floor connected the rest of the room. My bed was on a rounded platform that went half into the water, the wall cut in and formed another wall against the back of my bed. I assumed it made a walk in closet. Couches, chairs and rugs eloquently littered the floor. I saw in the back, a light shown on a sink, the bathroom. The room was blue and white, and beautiful. I couldn't even fathom how much it cost. Where it was I'm proportion to the house, I had no idea.