Mind Games (Avengers Wrong Number Fugitive [Natasha Romanoff x teen])

6. Friendly Coincidences and Something Bad Guys

"Oh my god, turn off that BLACKPINK right now!" I tell her, being able to hear it from her phone through my crappy earbuds. 

"But it's good!" she retorts, and I shake my head. 

"No. It's not. You think it's good, and therefor it's not."

Her eyebrows scrunch. "And who's logic is that?"

"Uh, mine, obviously."

"You don't have to like them, but don't hate on them. They've already got enough of that." And this is what happens when you're around a K-Pop obsessed friend for too long.

"Never was planning on it, girlie." I chuckle, confused. But this is a relatively clean conversation we're having at the moment, and I'm not in the mood to talk about our dead mom's squirting cum out of their butts, so I'll stick with it.

She pats the grass next to her under the tree. She's always fancied a shady area, under a tree who's trunk has had the will and luxury of living. She's an autumn girl, one of those teenagers reading a book with their legs crossed one over another, and outstretched in front of them. I'm sure it's easy to picture. It's not that I'm not a bookworm, but these days social media has consumed my will to leave it and pick up my less than halfway done chapter book. I feel it's relatable, but I'm too scared to bring it up to anyone. That said, who'd I bring it up to?

At the moment Abigail doesn't have a book laid out on her lap, hunched over trying to read the words. Instead it's the newest generation MacBook. See, her mom's death sent her dad into a spiral. Trying to spoil Abby and her two older twin brothers. But because her brothers are in college as of last year, all the spoiling is left to her. She helps me when she can, but too much would be suspicious. I'm fortunate enough to have everything I need to survive.

"What am I looking at?" I ask, completely dumbstruck by the concept of ones and zeros among other coded whatever. I don't know anything about this language, and I speak more languages than fingers on both hands.

"I'm hacking into Hydra, after that we'll see their next targeted attacks towards you. See what we have to do to prepare for."

"Oh, okay." Don't judge- what am I supposed to say?

After more typing, staring, biting and looking at nails. Humming along to that TikTok viral version of Little Girls from a year ago, and furthermore, Abigail does that one last tap thing and says her 'AHAH!'

About damn time.

We read the mission file, and as she's a faster reader, gets to the part that contorts her face to fear. "I thought we had more time."

I look at her, tilting my head. My navy hoodie falls over my eyes even more, making it nearly impossible to see, but that's part of stealth, isn't it?

"They're going after your safe house in Manhattan. They've got some sort of magic guy on their side who can get through the wall spell thingy. You're gonna have to protect it, or do something. Without the Avengers finding out." The Avengers Compound's in Manhattan! And honestly too close to my little safe house. I've considered asking them to move, but I rethought it as it's just a little impolite. But now I'm questioning not asking because how the fuck am I supposed to not get caught by the Avengers while fighting Hydra?

"We have some options as to how to approach this situation. I'll have to talk to the trio."

"In the 'case' of a fight we should practice." Abigail states, shutting her laptop and standing up. "You should practice." 

"Yeah sure, I just need to be facing away from any pedestrians." I say, joining her on my feet. "I'm a fugitive, remember?"

"Yeah, but if the Avengers come, you hide and I go ask for autographs, remember?"