Part 1
Charlie sat on a little patch of grass out front of Stark Mansion. She had her legs straight out in front of her, her arms crossed over her chest and a purposely childish pout on her face.
“Charlotte, grow up. We have to go.”
Charlie threw herself back into the grass with a dramatic huff. She stared straight up at the clouds slowly floating by overhead.
“Seriously?”
Charlie could hear Natasha’s approaching footprints before the woman peered into her view.
“Get up,” Natasha grumbled.
Charlie shook her head, “Stop calling me Charlotte and this could be all over.”
Natasha glared at Charlie, “How about I start calling you an ass instead,” she hissed.
Charlie rolled her eyes, “You know, I thought we were cool, Nat,” she said, “I don’t know what happened.”
“What happened is that you are acting like a child,” Natasha grumbled.
Charlie clicked her tongue, “Nope, that’s not it. Come on, all you have to do is call me Charlie, and this will be all over.”
Natasha sighed as she ran her hand through her hair, “Charlie, please get up.”
Charlie jumped to her feet with a bright smile, “Now was that so hard, Agent Romanoff,” she teased.
Natasha quirked a lip in a silent growl before turning to leave the sunny Stark girl.
Charlie raced after Natasha, “Oh come on,” she reached for Natasha’s wrist, “don’t be like that Nat.” The moment Charlie’s fingers grasped the assassin’s wrist, she was shoved back with an alarming force.
Natasha regretted her actions as soon as she met Charlie’s defeated eyes.
Charlie spun on her heel and began to make her way back to her home, “you can tell Fury, I’ve changed my mind.”
“Charlie, wait.”
Charlie whipped back at Natasha, “No. You don’t get to be all chummy with me then act all distant then expect me to want to work with you. That’s not how this works Natasha. You don’t like my ‘childish behaviour’ then get another hacker. Tell Fury, I’m done.”
“I’m sorry.”
Charlie furrowed her eyebrows, “What?”
“I’m sorry,” Natasha repeated.
“You’re sorry? You expect me to actually believe that?” Charlie asked with a tilt of her head.
Natasha looked down, “I guess I deserve that,” she tucked the front of her hair behind her ear.
“You deserve more than that,” Charlie growled. She took a couple of steps closer to Natasha before she continued, “Why are you so hot and cold?”
“Can we just get in the car?” Natasha requested.
“No. You answer this one question and I will get into your car; what did I do to make you hate me?”
Natasha moved to reach out, but quickly drew her hand to her side, “I don’t hate you Charlotte.”
“There! Right there! You use my full name even though I have asked you not to.”
“Why do you hate your name?”
Charlie took a step back and wrapped her arms around her defensively, “I just don’t okay.”
“Well, I like it.”
“You like my name?” Charlie questioned.
“Charlotte is a beautiful name.”