The Widow

Jan was about to turn around when she heard a faint cry out for help. She flew deeper into the building, in search of a body or something. The ash and smoke was becoming definetely thicker and it was getting harder to breathe. 

Natasha nearly jumped when she saw someone pop up in front of her. She was never jumpy and rarely anyone snuck up on her. She was just so frozen with terror that she wasn't herself, and wasn't thinking straight. The only thing she could think of was the flames, smoke, ash, and the burning hospital she was trapped in when she was only five years old. A memory she didn't think she still had.

Time had passed and the only thing that had changed was Clint’s position on the sofa from sitting to lying. Mostly he had focused on the moving pictures, mindlessly taking in what was happening while he blocked out thoughts that crept in every once and a while. With how shaky they had been, he wondered if Natasha was going to ignore him. The thought never stayed for long, it was pushed away promptly and any desire to call her and apologise for his behaviour was ignored. 

Natasha strolled down the small hallway that opened up into the living room, to find Clint sprawled across the couch and watching TV. She fought the urge to smack him upside the head upon hearing his comment, "Right about now.. I'm seriously considering it..." She half growled through clenched teeth. "You know, I was only trying to help you get back to your old self, Clint. Why are you giving me this attitude?" The Russian demanded as she walked around the couch and stood in front of the TV, obstructing Clint's view.

Jan usually had a this feeling in her gut when something was going wrong. The whole situation was horrible itself, but there was something in the back of her mind that kept nagging at her to check the rest of the building just in case. It getting harder to breathe with every second. 

There it was again, that same small voice asking if someone was there. It couldn't have been a figment of Natasha's imagination. Someone really must be here looking. The Russian tried clearing the ash that coated the back of her throat in order to answer to the voice. "Please. Help me!" She manged to half yell, half squeak.

The Past and the Chase || InfamousBlackWidow

Jan had heard the fire alarms go off in a nearby building, when she was just hanging around the house. Nobody was home so she decided to go check it out. She quickly suited up and shrunk down and flied over to the building, hovering over the masses of people and firefighters. Her wings fluttered behind her, making her short hair whip around. 

The building wouldn't last too much longer. That Natasha was sure of. However, she was too distraught with the shear terror of being trapped amidst the flames, to move to safety. She was stuck, hunkered down against the wall, praying someone would find her before it was too late.

Natasha decided to stay at the training gym for awhile rather than going after Clint. He needed time to sort out whatever was going on inside of that thick head of his. Once she had completed her training, the redhead took care of a few things at her office, and then headed off to Clint's apartment. She wasn't sure if her visit would end in a fight or not. She just needed to get some closure as to why he acted the way he did; she was only trying to help. Could he not see that?