Tiny little Tasha 2

APPLICABLE WARNINGS: omorashi. And just general spy/assassin-y shenanigans. :P seriously though. An omorashi warning.  Also, these have somehow gotten published out of odrer, but I think this little update should fix it. Sorry!

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Chapter 2:

Steve tried his best to be quiet as he lead the team upstairs. He would have given anything to have Agent Coulson be the one to face Natasha's wrath for summoning her to breakfast, but he was behind on paperwork and they were supposed to be heading out for a new mission soon, so he had gone in early. However, nothing could have prepared Steve- or the rest of the team- for the sight they were met with.

Natasha was curled up like a kitten on top of her blankets. Nothing unusual about it except for the fact that she was sound asleep, her thumb in her mouth and herself and her sheets soaked from the waist down.

Everyone tried not to gasp, lest they wake the sleeping monster (metaphorically), and tiptoed back out of the room and downstairs. Unfortunately, Bruce was more than a little klutzy, and tripped and stumbled into Tony. And Tony wasn't quiet by any stretch of the imagination, so he swore rather loudly. And since Tasha was a VERY light sleeper, she awoke with a start, then glared at everyone. 

"GET OUT!!" She screamed.

"Tash-" CLINT started, but when I knife landed in the wall a few inches from his head, they all quickly scattered. Natasha slammed the door behind them before bursting in to tears. This was exactly what she had been afraid of. Now they were definitely going to kick her off the team and on to her butt. And who's to say they wouldn't tell SHIELD while they were at it? SHIELD... That gave her an idea. She picked up her tiny cell phone and dialed the only person she could think of to help.

"Agent Coulson," the voice on the other line said.

"Phil, I need help," she sniffled, tears still running down her cheeks.

MEANWHILE IN LE KITCHEN....

"Poor Tasha," Clint sighed miserably, chewing his omlette. "Why did she- I mean but-"

"Dude, relax," Tony said. "This is kind of-"

"If you say hilarious I'll put an arrow through your hands," Clint barked.

"Easy sport," Steve said calmly. "Tony, it's not nice to make fun of other people, and especially when they can't help what's going on with them. Need I remind you of those things Pepper and Natasha both warned me about?"

Tony's face turned bright red but said nothing. 

"It's probably just stress or PTSD," Bruce said logically. "I mean it's not like Natasha hasn't been to the brink of hell and back."

"And how can we fix it?" Steve asked, glad someone was being reasonable.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but Agent Romanoff has broken lockdown and is on her way to the garage via the vents," JARVIS informed the men.

"Isn't that your move hotshot?" Tony asked Clint.

"Let's go. JARVIS, lift the lockdown for now," Steve said.

"Already done," the AI confirmed.