I Have Some Secrets No One Should Know.
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You know…

shieldagentellis:

inheritorofmemories:

“I’ll bear that in mind,” she assures him, fingers grazing the weapon by her side. When it’s viable, she will always prefer her gun or her Widow’s Bite to improvised weapons - but it’s always useful to know what works.

There’s a forced element to his tone, one she recognises from her last serious injury - but she won’t pry. If he wants to speak, he will - people always do - and she will be here regardless. A pile of paperwork is all that awaits her, and she knows how it feels to lie alone and unprotected in a hospital bed.

“Have psych gotten their hands on you yet? A rogue agent attack is like their birthdays all at once.” At least, she thinks that’s the phrase. Idioms still occasionally trip her up.

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He wasn’t good at speaking his feelings. And honestly, he had far more respect for Natasha to burden her with it. He couldn’t possibly imagine having a heart to heart with her past the technical lah dee dah. “Not yet.” Ellis hummed. “And personally, that’s how I like it.” He didn’t open up to complete strangers. It stripped him bare, left him vulnerable. He hated that feeling.

“Heugh’s office is probably a mess…” Ellis mused wearily for a moment, more to himself than Natasha. Debris everywhere, work all over the place… Oh. Shit. “Which reminds me… I need a favour.” He paused nervously. “The files… on Dmitri, the case. They’re all still in Heugh’s office. I had them on me, when…” He trailed off. Didn’t matter. Natasha knew when what. “I know you’re not… a cleaning lady, but.. You’re the only other person I trust with those files. If you could just get them back to my office, or… God, I don’t know. Somewhere safe.” He smiled. “I’d appreciate it.”

Natasha nods - it’s not a strange thought to her, refusing to reveal herself. She’s the eternal pragmatist, and she knows that information offered could be worth her life some day. The psych department is her eternal torment, and she can well understand the need to hide from them - as, she imagine, can most of SHIELD. 

At the request, she simply nods. “I’ll take care of it,” she assures him. “Saves me a requisition form.” A poor joke, and one which she immediately retracts, seeing her own opportunity. “I can overtake the investigation, if you would consent? The files have no safer place than with me.” She’s idly, achingly curious about what they contain, as she has been ever since Dmitri’s face flashed up on the screen.

“Will I alight upon a compromised agent pissed off by a letter opener wound to the knee?” she asks, only half joking. She knows the likely answer, but it never hurts to be certain. In fact, it only ever hurts if she doesn’t check.