"Please stop running off!" Natasha snapped, grabbing your shoulder and tugging you away from the crowd. Your father had hired her to be a body guard almost a year ago.

Why didn't she just quit? Natasha had already thought it a few times, and then you'd stumble into a room with a shit eating grin, holding Bucky's arm. That's probably why.

"You go out in public too much for a Stark," she added, glaring at a few of the people approaching you with their phones out. Tony wasn't forcing her to babysit, but at the same time you were only twenty five. And unlike your father and all the people you lived with, you weren't a superhero.