The unseen program

"different"

"Late!," His voice echoed through the training room and I knew I was done. Last time it didn't end well. Surprisingly kept living though. Micheal footstep was the only sound that could be heard in the big space. The echoing sound gave me some deep chills to my bones. He continued walking closer to me. Everyone was quiet.

Not even a single breath could be heard. I didn't even need to look up to feel his gaze all over me. Starting into myself even without eye contact. No matter what would happen, this would not end well. "Care to explain why you're late?...again," his voice once again echoed through the room as he slowly kept coming closer.

My mind tried to think of anything. Anything that sounded better than kidnapping a freaking cat. However, I was left with nothing. This was it. He was now really going to kill me this time. I was fucked.
Taking a deep breath, I started speaking "I-,"

"She was working on her punishment," Natasha quickly interrupted as she stepped between me and Micheal on time. Before he could even touch me, she already held out her arm. As if to protect me. My eyes widen as I looked up at her. Something felt so safe about the way she was standing there, practically shielding me from his touch.

Micheal looked at her for a few seconds. "Punishment?" he questioned. His gaze was questioning, as if he didn't know whether to believe her or not. Natasha nodded her head. "Yes sir. Running around to do chores, extra training. You know the drill,"

Silent followed over the room again. Natasha looked behind her and down at me. "She was not listening once again," she explained while giving me a wink. A little smile came up to my face. She really was defending me.

Micheal nodded. "Alright then. I'll see it through. This time. Everyone, pair up!,"

My whole body relaxed as he said that. Letting out a sigh Of relief, I looked at Natasha again. Giving her a quick nod to thank her, we started to spar.

To be honest, I was quite nervous. Ever since I could understand words, people always talked about her in this facility. She was so talented, they said. So rough, so strong. She was famous. Yet here I was. A small girl, going to battle against the black widow.

To my surprise once more, Natasha didn't use her full strength. It was as if she was allowing me to learn and defeat her. "Don't worry, I can handle you," I teased.

Stupid. Of course, I should've never said that. As soon as the words left my mouth, she attacked hard. One kick against my leg and I was on the ground. "Damn," I muttered in disbelief. "The rumors are true. Everyone told me,"

Natasha smirked and helped me up. Teasingly, she made a pouting lip. "Aww, look at that. I got a fan,"
She said and came closer again. Rolling my eyes, I chuckled.

Trying to dodge her kicks, I failed almost every time. Yet, there was something about the way she acted that made me feel it was okay to fail. She didn't make me uncomfortable. She managed to make me smile. No guard ever made me smile. They all scared the shit out of me. They all hurted me as much as possible.

Not Natasha. Ever since she came, I could tell she was different. It only took me till this day, 4 months later, to notice me how much different. She had never giving me the thought I was weak or not goof enough. She had never hurt me. Infact, even protected me.

After some time, I spoke up.
"You're different," I blurted out, causing her to stop and look at me. Her eyebrow rose up with confusing, trying to understand what I meant. "What's that suppose to me, yn?," she questioned.

"You're different from the others. Why?," I asked for the first time out loud. Natasha took of one of her black gloves she had always on when we had training sessions. It made me wonder why. They where not even real ones. Her her fingers stuck out of it. As they only covered half of them.

She grabbed her water bottle. After taking a big sip, she looked at me, still confused. "Well?," she asked again. I tried to think of the best way to explain that when Natasha's eyes widend at something behind me. "What?!," I said, now just as confused as she was a few seconds ago.

Natasha lead me over to the corner near by and started to wisper. "Don't look to obvious but," she started.

Confused, I asked, "but what," 5o which she didn't respond. She simply pointed her finger behind me. I turned around and looked up to the windows that were to high to ever look out from. However, behind one of them walked a tiny fellah who wasn't supposed to come back.

My eyes widend in panic. What was rebel doing back? I wondered. My heart began to beat fatser again. Looking back at Natasha, I begged her to make up a plan.

Seeing my distress, she carefully brought me to the one of closets whirh multiple equipment in. Searching for a while, she grabbed a long fishing rod. I slapped my head. No matter what her idea was, it was going to be absolutely insane.

With her talented escaping nature, we managed to get out and run to the Hallways. Once we reached the ladder and climbed on it, I could hear his miauwing already.

On top, Rebel immediately ren to me and started to stand up on two legs to grabb my hand. "Heyy there idiot," I said concerd. Natasha sighed and looked annoyed.

"So I didn't even needed this,huh?. It's like you tamed him to much already," she sighed again. I looked down at rebel again. His green eyes and the way he wanted attention, made me sad. I wasn't sure if I could see him disappear again.

Natasha saw the way I was looking. "Get Inside, kid,"
She commanded while pushing me towards the ladder. My confused gaze was all it took for her to sigh again. "You heard me. I've got this," she told me.

Nodding, I turned around towards the ladder. The guards could manipulate me a lot and so could Natasha. However, one thing was sure. She was different. She actually cared. She protected me. She was not normal.

Back in the training room I was a big nervous wreck. She was suppose to come back already. It took to long. Micheal already asked me two times where she was. However, I slowly ren out of excuses. Just as he was about to ask me again, natasha walked trough the doors. Micheal looked up. His eyebrow rose up.

My gaze also met hers. The look on her face clearly told me she managed to get rid of rebel on time. He once again escaped Micheals eyes. Not being able to hold it in, I jumped up and screamed "YESS!," trough the training room. Micheal immediately turned his face to me again.

"Oops," I nervously said. He looked from me to natasha, back to me and then to natasha again. Everyone was waiting on what was happening next. No one understood what was even happing in the first place.  Expect for me and natasha, who where holding our breath.

Walking closer to her, he said "office. Now.," and walked out the room. Everyone was happy that the training session was over earlier then usual, but my gaze kept on natasha as she walked out the room.

Back in my room, I paced around till I heard my door being open. "Finally," I retorted as the fear of Micheal hurting her was surprisingly there. "I thought you were dead," my voice almost cracked.

Natasha looked at me. Not understanding what I meant. "Yn, I'm a guard. He doesn't hurt guards. No one hurts his own guards," she explained but I couldn't bother holding it in any longer..

"You can't fool me any longer, natasha. I know you're not a real guard. To be honest I don't think you're here to make us better fighters at all. I think that for whatever reason you're really here, Micheal is getting suspicious,"

Finally I've said it to her. It was certain. She couldn't trick me into thinking she was just another one of his stupid guards. She just wasn't. "You're not a real guard," I repeated.

Natasha looked at me for some moments. It went quiet in my room. She just stood there. With a Final sigh, she closed her eyes and opened them again. As if she didn't plan for me to find out. "You're right,"

She began. My eyes widend once more. She actually confirmed my believes. I was right about her all along. From the first day I could feel it. A smile came to my face.