Tiny little Tasha 3

Been too long since I updated this one. Anyways, I'm dealing with feelings, so I think I'll introduce another story either tonight or tomorrow. Everyone cool with that? Also: no true warnings needed here, unless you hate all mentions of omorashi/pee. Cuz there is a fragment of a conversation about Natasha's problem. K, I'm done babbling.

7/13: WHY DOES IT KEEP PUBLISHING THEM OUT OF ORDER??? D: This should put them back in the right order.

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Chapter 3:

Natasha was quick, but Clint was just as fast as her. He reached her personal vehicle the same time she did.

"Move," she growled through clenched teeth.

"Or what? You gonna stick a knife through your best friend?" He argued. "Tasha it really isn't that big of a-"

"Yes it it Clint!" She said, tears in her eyes again. "No one, not even you, has this problem! In fact, I can't think of a single time I've seen you in such a compromised position!"

"You must not remember Budapest very well then," he said roughly. "Where are you even going?"

"SHIELD. Phil said he wanted to see me," she said. Clint moved out of her way.

"I expect you back by dinner," he said firmly. She nodded once before she sped off.

"CLINT!" Everyone shouted.

"She needs to clear her head," he answered.

WHEN SHE REACHED SHIELD....

Natasha parked in her personal spot, and saw Agent Phil Coulson waiting for her. He silently motioned for her to follow him. They walked in silence bac to his office, where she sat on the couch. Phil hit the button that turned his office into a dead zone, making sure they were completely alone and all security cameras were off before he spoke. "What's going on?"

"You swear no one can hear us?" She asked. Phil nodded. "I um... I might have a problem. And it's so hard to voice it Phil."

Phil frowned. She only called him Phil when things were really bad. "Natasha, you know you can tell me anything. I assure you it will stay between us," he promised.

She nodded. "I... I've been wetting the bed," she whispered. Phil let out a sigh, expecting it to be much worse. 

"Tasha it's okay. It happens to all of us at some point," he assured her. 

"Not every single night!" Natasha said angrily. "It doesn't even happen to Tony like that. Only when he has nightmares, which isn't that often anymore."

Phil remained calm. She wasn't normally this open, which lead him to believe she really was at her end with it. He was about to offer her some solutions when someone banged on the door. 

"COULSON!" Director Fury snapped. "We have a situation!"

"Shit," he swore, opening the door. "What kind?"

"An Avengers kind! Now get her suited up and out there before whatever the hell kind of monster this is tears this city apart!" And with that, he left. Natasha sighed, shifting uncomfortably in place.

"I'm gonna assume the others are already out there," she mumbled. She stood, stretched a little, and followed Coulson to the debriefing room. She grabbed her spy suit (the one made of normal grey fabric instead of her leather one), and went to change. 

MEANWHILE ON THE STREETS OF NEW YORK:

"FUCK WHERE THE HELL IS TASHA?!" Clint screamed as he started shooting arrows at the robots decending from above. 

"I'm on my way!" She said over the comm. "And I thought we had a talk about language Barton."

"Save it you two," Steve interjected, throwing his shield and taking out a few more of the stupid boys. Natasha was halfway there when something huge grabbed her off her motorcycle. She struggled wildly before it tranquilized her. The last thing she saw before she passed out were combat boots and overalls.