It had been a month now since Roadhog had joined the team and it was becoming more clear by the week he had a favorite amongst his new teammates. Though he had tried at the start to be more friendly and polite, every day he held back a little less of the blunt often scathing comments he’d kept to himself, however only when Natasha wasn’t around. And while usually when asked for help or to get something out of battle, Roadhog usually responded with a gruff “get/do it yourself.” But when Natasha asked, it was always silent compliance.
Out of all his teammates Roadhog spent the most of his time with or near Natasha, which made it weird when he seemed to suddenly start avoiding her.
There was a noticeable pattern should someone or anyone realized how Roadhog behaves with his own teammates in RED. Was it obvious? Not really. Perhaps it was because it can be viewed as a tolerant level on who he can handle with. It was not easy dealing with people who are crazy, blood-crazy, or downright a dumbass on an everyday basis in the base and on the battlefield. But if someone with a keen eye were to see something more to it, there was a deeper reason to it.
Natasha wasn't blind by Roadhog's actions and his behavior towards his teammate and to her. She's been here working for RED for nearly two decades and she was a Sniper more importantly, she was bound to see the finer things and he was one of them as for recent for the past month. So when she noticed how he was avoiding her and the usual silence from him grew, she couldn't ignore it and needed an answer if it gets worse not just for the team but for the man himself.
She was familiar with his patterns, preferably the times he visit the medbay whenever Medic is away briefly for his 'checkups'. There she was leaning against the wall next to the door as Roadhog left the medbay, arms crossed against her chest, an ankle crossed over another, and an unphased look on her masked face. "Think it's time for a talk there, lad."
