Natasha—or, Nat—is a complicated human being. When Static first sees her when she enters her room, her face was hard and she didn't even crack a smile. Her tense shoulders and stiff steps towards the girl on the bed gives the impression she was alert and ready if she decided to randomly attack. Static has a feeling she's always ready to fight, though.

Natasha sits down on a chair next to the bed and hands over a paper plate with a plastic fork and a glass of water. The water is set on the bedside table, but Static sets the plate down on her lap. The eggs and the pancake heat the bottom of the plate, and Static wishes she could feel the warmth on her thighs.

"Thank you," Static says around a mouthful of half-chewed mushy pancake.

Natasha finally seems to drop the tough exterior, but only for a second. A hint of amusement glints in her eyes and tugs at the corner of her lips.

"I didn't make it."

Static asks who did, and Natasha explains that it was Bucky who slaved over the stove and the griddle to cook the eggs and the pancakes. He mixed the pancake batter himself, and ended up dropping all but one of the pancakes on the floor by trying to flip them with the pan. He also had an apron on, which Natasha claims matched his eyes.

The woman's description has Static smiling like an idiot as a warmth fills her heart. He really didn't have to fix her such a delicious breakfast, yet he did.

When Static tells Natasha she'd like to thank Bucky for the kind gesture, Nat suggests they go see him together.

Static maneuvers her legs out from under her and pushes herself up into a standing position. Once she bends her metal knees a bit, she takes a step, Natasha staying close in case she falls.

Static quickly gets the hang of it and then the two women head for the door. Natasha leads Static out into the hall and into the living room. They don't find Bucky, only Clint fighting over the remote with Scott, and move to the kitchen.

Static follows Natasha around the floor of the tower silently. Her eyes are too busy taking in and examining her unfamiliar surroundings. She scans and memorizes everything from the little dents in the walls to the doors to the faint patterns in the floors. It's like everything she sees is permanently in her mind, like a camera is recording it almost. She blinks and focuses on a small fly buzzing up by a light in the ceiling. Suddenly, when she squints her eyes, the fly gets horrifically bigger. Her eyes widen and she stumbles over her bare metal feet.

Static blinks, and when she looks up, the fly is back to its normal size. It happily buzzes away.

She's preoccupied watching the fly to realize that Natasha's been calling her name. It isn't until she softly grabs her metal arm that she's aware of the woman. She instinctively pulls her arm out of Natasha's grasp, but the unnaturally blond woman doesn't look offended. She only furrows her brow and leans closer to Static.

"Everything okay?" She asks.

Static glances at the light where the fly was flying by before returning her gaze to Natasha. She nods.

"Yeah."

Natasha lets it go, but not after she lets her suspicious eyes linger on the raven-haired girl. She knows that she has shown no signs of posing a threat, but she's always suspicious about everyone. The fact that Static was with HYDRA for over a decade and is practically half robot has her even more on edge.

Natasha straightens and turns around at the sound of a door in the hall opening. Peter Parker, some genius kid who happened to join earth's team of its mightiest heroes because Tony has a soft spot for him, steps into the space. He freezes when he sees the women and gives them a nervous smile.

"H-hey, guys—girls. Women." He clears his throat and wipes his clammy hands on his jeans. His eyes land on Static. He obviously tries not to stare. "What's up?"

Natasha crosses her arms. "Where is Barnes?"

Peter's attention flickers to the intimidating woman. "They didn't tell you? Mr. Rogers and Mr. Barnes went on a little miniature mission."

Natasha rolls her eyes. "Seriously?"

"Yes, ma'am. They left like twenty minutes ago. They said they'd be back in a few hours."

"Of course they're on a mission by themselves, they're practically joined at the hip," Natasha mutters with frustration.

Peter glances at Static standing by Natasha again. She follows his eyes and says, "That's right, you guys haven't officially met. Peter, this is Static."

Peter waves. "Hi."

Static gives a small wave in return. She notices the way his line of sight stays on her metal limbs. She shifts back and forth on her feet.

Natasha motions towards Peter.

"Static, this is Peter. He's our youngest recruit."

Static nods. She thought Peter looked a lot younger than the rest. More innocent, too. His light brown hair is ruffled and his cheeks are tinted red, and there is some acne spotting his forehead. His eyes are as bright as ever, and his smile leaves lines on his face.

Static wonders what she looks like, but doesn't get to dwell on the thought for long because Natasha insists that she show Static her actual bedroom. The raven-haired girl assumed the room she woke up in was hers, but apparently it was only temporary since it's used for medical cases.

Natasha shows Static to her room. It's across the hall from Shuri's, who comes and goes. Next door is Natasha's. A few doors down is Wanda's room, who usually stays in her room all day.

Static is left in her room to get situated. Once the door is shut behind Natasha and she's completely alone, Static sits on the edge of the bed and ponders over what happened to the fly in the hallway. Obviously she was the only one to see the fly enlarge, so did she hallucinate? Maybe she needed some sleep, or maybe it was an affect of some medical drugs that were put into her body?

She pushes herself off the bed and heads straight to an open door leading to a personal bathroom.  She flicks the lights on and looks at her reflection in the mirror above a vanity.

Her breath is caught in her throat.

Tentatively, Static raises a hand to her face. She pulls at the skin around her eyes to expose them more, leaning in close to examine her strange eyes. Not only are they an unnaturally bright blue hue, but there are rings of silver that reminds her of camera lenses. She focuses hard on them, and when she's about to lean even closer to the mirror, the image of her eye in the mirror suddenly enlarges.

Static lets out a squeal and falls back, hitting the wall and crashing into a shelf of towels. Her eyes close shut as she loses her balance. The shelf breaks when she falls into it and topples on top of her when she hits the ground. Towels land on her lap and the floor while the shelves narrowly miss her head. They hit her arm and shoulder, but no pain comes from the contact.

She opens her eyes. Immediately, she covers them with her hands because everything is so zoomed in. The cabinets of the vanity look so close that she can see the little dust particles resting on top of the handle.

Static blinks feverishly until everything returns to its normal size. Once it all goes back, she realizes something.

Her eyes are mechanically modified, and it looked like she was zooming in.

Her eyes.

Static shoots up and locks eyes with her reflection in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she focuses really hard. When nothing happens, she squints. Suddenly, the view of the top half of her body is replaced with the image of the stitching in her tank top.

To zoom back out, Static blinks a few times. Her vision is restored.

There's a knock on her bedroom door. Static jumps at the noise, but calms down and walks out of her bathroom to the door. She opens it.

Natasha stands on the other side. She peers over Static's shoulder at the glimpse of the mess of towels on the bathroom floor she can view through the open bathroom door.

Static sheepishly plays with her hair. Natasha looks back to the girl rather than the mess.

"Everything okay?"