The Chameleon [Avengers Fanfiction]

Chapter 4

Natasha's POV
There was a bombing. Literally right behind the tower. This was not good. Cap, Tony and I went to investigate. The wreckage was horrible. There was apparently a safe house behind our building. We walked in, and I held back a gasp. I should be used to this by now, but I wasn't. There were two bodies, both around 16. They were mangled and disgusting. I shook my head in disbelief. I quickly searched the other rooms. No bodies. But thats when I noticed the blood patterns. There was another person here. Well they were here. I followed the trail of blood, finding it's way out the door. I would follow that later. We finished up, Stark got his samples or whatever, and Cap got what he needed. We made our way back to the tower.

"I'll be there in a second." I called. They both knew not to question me. I went back and followed the trial to an alley not far away. I looked but didn't see anything. They must have wrapped the injury and gotten away. I sighed, but went back to the tower.

The next day I went back to the wreckage point, to see if I could find anything else. The trail of blood still drew me in. So I followed it to the same alley again. To my surprise, I saw a girl, she couldn't have been 15 yet, shivering in the corner, clutching her head. I walked up to her, slowly, and knelt a few yards away. Her head snapped up. Her eyes were wild, and she looked horrible. There were tear tracks down her face, which had blood splattered on it, she was thin, and her leg was wrapped with a sweater. Her hair was mangled and bloody, and she looked like she was insane.

"Hello." I said quietly. She didn't say anything. "I'm not going to hurt you. What's wrong?" She shivered more violently and she croaked,

"They're dead." And then her eyes rolled up in her head, and she passed out. I quickly ran over and propped her head up. A few minutes later she woke up. She began to cry,

"Shh. Shh. Can you tell me what happened?"

"The bomb. I tried to warn them. They weren't fast enough." No. Oh this poor girl.

"Shh. Ok sweetie. Calm down. Can I bring you someplace safe?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Whether you'll give me to child services."

"Child ser- oh." She was homeless. How she found that safe house, I don't know. But she obviously need medical attention. "Of course not." She hesitated, but then said,

"Alright. But you need to be there the entire time."

"I promise." I helped her up and she cried out. The leg. So I picked her up, and started to walk. It wasn't long to the tower, but she must have been exhausted, because she fell asleep. I pulled out my phone.

"Friday. Call Bruce."

"Calling Bruce."

"Nat?"

"I need a medical room ready immediately."

"What? Nat, what-"

"Bruce please."

"Alright. It'll be ready."

"Thank you." I hung up and walked a little faster. I ignored the stared that came from the worried and horrified staff and went into the elevator. I quickly ran to the med bay.

"Woah what happened?"

"The bombing."

"She's lucky to have come out alive. You need it leave, she needs surgery immediately."

"Fine. But call me right when it's done."

"Of course. And call Strange will you." I did so, and he appeared through a portal. His face blanched when he saw her. I quickly got out of the room and sat, waiting for it to be over.

About 2 hours later I was called back in. Oh gosh.

"We did all we could, but we couldn't save the leg." Bruce said, obviously upset with himself.

"But the looks of it, that's all she had, but she also had a sprained wrist, some broken ribs and a serious concussion. Plus she's malnourished." Strange added.

"Well she's homeless so that makes sense." By now her eyes had fluttered open. When she saw the two men, her eyes filled with fear.

"It's ok." I rushed over to her. She calmed down. "Look at me." Her dull, heterochromatic eyes fixed on me. "I need you to not freak out ok?" She nodded. "I don't know how to tell you, but they couldn't save your leg." She didn't freak out like I thought she would.

"I figured." She looked down. "At least it doesn't hurt anymore." By now all the avengers had come to the med bay. Bruce and Strange were telling them what they knew.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked. She nodded again. "Do you know where you are?" She shook her head. "You're in Avengers tower."

"What?"

"I know. Calm down, ok? I'm Black Widow, you can call me Nat. I'm going to introduce you when you're ready, but I think you can stay here with us ok?" She nodded again.

"Thanks Nat." I smiled.

"Hey Bruce, Stephen! Come here." The two doctors came over. "These two saved your life."

"Thanks." She said quietly.

"Of course."

"That's our job."

"You know I never got your name." I said.

"Oh. Well I don't really have one. But you can call me Chameleon. Cami for short."

"Where'd you get a name like Chameleon?" Bruce asked.

"I don't know my real one, that's the one Doberman and Horseshoe gave me." Something wasn't adding up. She couldn't just not know her name. I pushed it off for now, focusing on what was happening.

"You'll tell me when you're ready to meet the others?"

"Yeah. And Nat?"

"Can I talk to you? Alone?" I waved Bruce and Strange out of the med bay.

"What do you need kiddo?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Of course. What is it?" She bit her lip, she was probably nervous.

"Um, when I said I don't know my name, that's not all I don't know."

"What do you mean?"

"I can only remember two years of my life."