Making Friends
Now that you knew about your true parentage, you had to have six month check-ups to gauge your abilities and how they were affecting your growth. You didn’t mind doing it, you knew the tests were necessary, and a few were actually kind of fun. Like the strength test. You loved seeing the shocked look on the SHIELD scientists’ faces when you benched more than they thought you were able to lift.
However, you did not appreciate the shot that the doctor said you needed. You weren’t a fan of needles, and you were eager to get the hell out of the room they had stuck you in. So, as soon as the nurse left to retrieve the needle and whatever was being injected into you, you quietly made your way out of the room.
You knew you should have just sucked it up and stayed in the room to get the shot, but you didn’t exactly feel like it today. So, you quietly made your way down the hall, keeping your weight on the balls of your feet as you slipped through the halls. Your Aunt Melinda had taught you how to sneak around silently when you were younger, and you were glad she had taught you as you sneaked through the halls of the SHIELD medical facility.
After a moment of wandering, you heard a nurse announcing you had wandered off again. It would seem that SHIELD medical staff were used to you just wandering off. Apparently, they were assuming you wouldn’t do it anymore now that you were eighteen, but habits were hard to break once you got them.
You heard footsteps ahead, and you cursed under your breath and slipped into the nearest room. You shut the door, hearing the footsteps passing by.
You let out a sigh of relief, leaning against the door. The shot was now put off for the time being, and you were incredibly grateful-
Your eyes rounded as you turned. There was someone else in the room, and she was lying on a bed with straps holding her down. She had a cast on her left leg, it was stark white and that seemed to unsettle you. It was so plain and you were itching to paint it. You looked away from the boring looking cast to see the woman was staring intently at you with blue eyes. Her red hair was messy, giving her a slightly feral look.
“Um…hi.” You waved awkwardly. You weren’t exactly good with people, and it was definitely showing at the moment. “Sorry,” You began rambling. “Um—I- I’m really sorry, but I kind of need to hide out here because they want to give me a shot and I do not want to get a shot because they suck and- Geez, I’m rambling. Sorry.”
She just stared at you, and you swallowed nervously.
“I’m (Y/N), by the way.” You told her. “What’s your name?” She didn’t reply as she continued to stare you down. “Right…you don’t have to tell me.” Your eyes flickered back to her cast. “Y’know, I could paint that for you.”
Her eyebrow twitched.
“Whatever you want on it, I can do.” You walked closer. She watched as you got closer. You noticed a red square taped onto the floor, and you frowned down at it. “Hey, what’s this square for?”
No reply.
You sighed, putting your hands on your hips. “I’m gonna need some kind of feedback. We’re gonna be stuck in here until they find me, so it’d be nice to not be the only one talking.”
She snorted, laying her head back on her pillow as she stared up at the ceiling. You sat in the chair by the red square, crossing your feet under you. The silence in the room was making you nervous, and you felt the need to say something, but you felt awkward being the only person holding up a conversation. Especially when you weren’t the best at holding conversations-
“Natalia,”
“Sorry?” You frowned at her.
“My name is Natalia Romanova.” She lifted her head to look at you. “And you shouldn’t be in here.”
“It’s either here, or a shot.” You pointed out.
Natalia snorted in amusement. “You’re afraid to get a shot?”
“It’s an irrational fear, I know.” You sighed, slightly embarrassed. “Please don’t judge me.”
“Not much room to judge considering I’m strapped down to a bed.” She muttered.
“Why are you strapped down?”
“Because I’m dangerous.” She replied matter-of-factly. “I’m an assassin. The Black Widow.”
"That is such a badass name.” You blinked.
Natalia snorted, and it sounded almost like a laugh. She looked at you, and you could see a glimmer of amusement in her blue eyes.
“Most people would run away from someone like me.” She stated, her eyes narrowing at you as if she were inspecting you. “Why don’t you?”
“We’ve established I’m more afraid of shots.” You smirked, and she gave you the ghost of a smirk back. “I was serious, by the way—about painting your cast.”
“You don’t even know me.”
“Yeah, but seeing a blank canvas like that is bugging me, Natalia.” You replied. “Maybe something with flowers? I’m really tired of this dreary winter weather, and I could totally paint something very spring-ish on your cast.”
“They won’t let you near me.”
“I’m not afraid of SHIELD,” You snorted, getting to your feet. You stepped past the red tape and climbed onto the bed. You grabbed a pencil out of your pocket that you always kept on you. You maneuvered carefully around the straps, then pulled Natalia’s cast into your lap. “I sort of know the director.”
“No shit?” Natalia blinked as she watched you trace out designs onto her cast. “How?”
“He’s my uncle,” You replied with a smirk. “So, any colors you don’t want on the cast?”
“Do what you want,” She shrugged.
The door swung open, and you turned your head to see your father with a random agent with a stark white cast on his wrist.
“(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?” Coulson hissed as he stormed into the room. He stopped at the red square taped on the floor.
“Trying to figure out how I’m going to paint Nat’s cast.” You replied calmly, going back to sketching.
“I need you to get off of that bed, and step away. Now.” Coulson ordered.
You frowned at him, “Dad, she hasn’t hurt me.”
“Yet.” He growled.
You looked to Natalia, “Are you going to hurt me?”
“Considering you’re the first person to be nice to me in here, no.” Natalia shrugged.
You turned back to Coulson. “See? She’s not going to hurt me. Besides, I doubt she could, anyway.”
Natalia scoffed, “Rude.”
“Sorry,” You shrugged.
“Sir,” The agent with Coulson spoke in a low tone you could still clearly hear. “The Black Widow hasn’t said a word since I brought her here. Looks like your kid can get her to talk.”
“I’m not playing snitch.” You growled, looking up from the cast, pointing your pencil at the agent. “If you want to ask Natalia something, you ask her.”
“Wow, that really is your kid.” The agent muttered, looking at the designs you had drawn on the cast. “Oh, hey! Can you do mine, too?”
You grinned, “Sure, what do you want?”
“Arrows-“
“She’s not painting casts!” Coulson snapped. “Especially for one of the world’s top assassins!”
“Dad,” You rolled your eyes, annoyed. “You keep saying I need to make friends-“
“Not with SHIELD agents and assassins!” Coulson threw his hands into the air. However, you could tell he knew it was already too late to do anything by the way he looked slightly defeated and let out a very defeated sigh. “You’re killing me, kid.”