The Sarcastic Agent

Natasha Romanoff-Barton spent 15 years living as Natalie Ransom in Las Vegas Nevada. Her only contact with anyone from her old life was Agent Amarillo DeSotto. From a far- far, far, far- distance she watched her daughter grow up through pictures and letters from Amy. She heard about the boy’s broken nose in the sixth grade. She knew it was supposed to be bad but all Nat had been able to think upon hearing about it was, “That’s my girl.”

She’d heard about the bachelor’s degree in engineering and couldn’t be more proud of her daughter. Sadly, her being proud wouldn’t be known. She wasn’t allowed to see her family.

That is, up until a week ago. She’d received a letter from Agent Coulson telling her that Clint had gone MIA- they knew he was still alive- and S.H.I.E.L.D. suspected that whoever was on Clint’s tail would go after any known family he might have. Annalee was a target.

Leaving her home in Las Vegas felt like the easiest thing in the world she’d ever done. Getting on the plane the second easiest. Knocking on that door however, was the hardest. What would her daughter say? Would she even recognize her? Hell, would she even remember her? It had been 15 years after all. 

What she got in way of answer however wasn’t entirely what she expected.

Seeing Natasha standing in front of her now though, every ounce of strength in the subject fled from her eyes as she tried to compose herself. This couldn't be real...it wasn't possible in her eyes. "Is this some sort of sick joke?....My mother is dead....she died when I was eight" she asks coldly and her blue eyes narrow as she keeps her hand on the door. Looking for any signs of possible cloning, android systems, anything. Those all seem more real than this could ever be. On the surface she sees nothing off about the person claiming to be her mother, other than the obvious fact they are claiming to be her.

If her father was here he would think the same thing that she does, that this is some sort of trick or trap. At any second whatever this is will try and lunge at her. Wrap it's hands around her throat or find another method if quick and dirty attacking. Nothing comes though as she stares there in awe, lips still slightly parted from the first wave of shock seeing her caused. Jaw dropped slightly as Annalee's eyes scan the woman in front of her. Her body not relaxing for even a moment. The hand still holding the door open has white knuckles from the grip she has on it. As if it's the only thing in the world that's holding her ground.