Chapter 9 - Natasha

                                    

                                          
So, happy Christmas.  I already said it on my conversation's-tab-thing. If you don't celebrate Christmas that's fine. This is kind of a crappy chapter but I hope you like it. ok, yeah it sucks. And I don't provide translations because 80% of it is piper saying 'fuck' so... I love my readers! This almost has 600 views! I LOVE THAT! Even though no one comments, every view makes me smile. I love you all.
- Bean

Chapter 9 - Natasha Romanoff
Piper came home last night covered in stitches that I didn't know she had. They all looked fresh. I watched as she redid a couple of them and she is really good at giving stitches. This morning she left for school with a pair of black and blue headphones on and didn't come back until about 10 o' clock.
I was at the apartment all day. I went through the mail and found something from Yelena. My fake-sister. It was a pack of red cartridges and a picture.
When Piper got back I asked her what took her so long.
"I went to school until 3:00 then I had my job from 3:30 to 6:00 then I had my other job at 6:30 to 8:00 then I went to hunt down the Red witch lady, Wanda Maximoff and make sure she was okay after yesterday, I ran into hawkeye who told me if I ever went into the streets again my powers would be taken from me, then I walked around queens stopping crimes as much as I could without killing my stitches until now."
"Stark internship?" I asked.
"That was my first job. I got a promotion to paid employee."
"That's cool, what do you do?"
"I'm liaison to the Avengers."
"I didn't know that."
"Got it yesterday, don't feel too bad about it."
I nodded.
"Wait what did you say about Clint?"
Piper was about to answer but her facial expression changed and she said, "Get away from the door. NOW!"
Before I could ask why the door busted in and a person wearing a mask stepped through the door.
Both me and Piper got ready to fight but it ignored us and walked straight towards the case containing what my sister sent me.
Piper launched herself onto the ceiling, ran over the thing, and grabbed the case. She shot a web at it but the web just hit the thing's shield.
"This isn't Stark's!" She yelled.
"It isn't!" I called, "it's the Red Room!"
The thing, I'd heard of it. It was in development when I destroyed the red room. Taskmaster.
All of a sudden it grabbed Piper by the neck and lifted her up.
"FA MALE!" Piper yelled.
I don't know what that means but she kicked Taskmaster and launched herself away.
She landed on the wall and yelled, "Why the hell do you have neuro-chemicals in a box?"
"I'll tell you later!" We ran out the door side by side and jumped into a car.
"ti odio così tanto," Piper muttered.
"Do I want to know what that means?"
"I hate you so much."
"Is it because I don't know italian?"
"No, that's what I said, in Italian, I mean."
"Ok." I started to turn onto a bridge but all of a sudden Piper shoved me hard out the door. The car kept going for a second before all of a sudden it was smashed into. The car spiraled into the side of the bridge. I watched as Piper broke the window with her fist and slid out of it yelling, "Vaffanculo!"
She sat on the top of the car as it leaned over the edge of the bridge. She still had the chemical in her hands. She got to her feet and started yelling in rapidfire italian.
"Vai all'inferno! Stronzo, ti odio! Accidenti, MERDA!" the tip of the car dipped and she fell off into the water below.
"PIPER!" The taskmaster climbed out of the car that actually looked more like a tank and looked over the edge. He'd lost the chemicals. I wasn't his target. They were.
Taskmaster left. He completely ignored me. I went back to the apartment and grabbed my phone. I was about to leave when I heard the door unlock. I pulled a gun out of the junk drawer and held it to the door as it opened.
Piper stood there, drenched, "Che cazzo!"
"I still don't know what that means."
"It means what the fuck was that?"
"I don't entirely know. I have to go to Budapest."
"What! WHY?"
"Because that's where I'm going to get answers. Will you be okay here by yourself for a week or so?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Ok, money is on top of the fridge, food is in the fridge, weapons are everywhere. Call me if you have any trouble," I told her. 
I was about to walk out the door when she said, "Wait! I have something! Give me your phone."
I handed her my phone and she held it up to hers which still had water drops. Her phone looks really old so the fact that it turned on was a shock. "Karen, install walkie talkie mode on new device," she waited a second before handing it back, "it will show up as an app. Just click it and press the talk button in the middle of your screen."
"What if you don't have the program open?"
"It's always active. It's just quieter than the average person can hear so I won't get in trouble at school if someone tries to talk to me."
"That's cool. How the heck does your phone still work?"
"Oh, I found this phone when I was twelve in a dumpster. It didn't work when I found it. I've basically built this phone myself."
"That is really cool. How did you get the materials?"
"Again, dumpsters. You have no idea how much old tech office buildings throw out per year. My Spidey tech is made from old devices."
"Oh yeah, like what?"
"Pfft, just because I can make stuff from them doesn't mean I know what they're called. I called a prototype nano housing unit a boxeymagig and Stark almost fired me on the spot."
I stared. She literally taught herself.
"When I get back I need to take you to meet someone."
"Ok, Have fun in Hungary, I'm gonna sleep. It's been a long night."
"I'll have food bagged up in the fridge. If I find out you didn't eat it I'll kill you."
"Great guardian-ing from the widow."
"Get some sleep, девушка-паук,"
"это женщина-паук," she muttered.
I stared at her. She knows Russian? I decided not to question it. She grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom.
I shut the door and left. Piper is the most responsible 16 year old I've ever met. She will be fine. 














I think.