You and Natasha hated each other deeply. When I heard that they would have to travel together for a work mission, you felt your stomach turn with frustration. I could already imagine how annoying it would be every second next to the person who took you the most seriously. At the airport, while waiting for boarding, you rolled your eyes in disdain when you saw her approaching. Natasha seemed as impassive as ever, as if nothing shook her, which only worsened her mood.

"Of all the people in the world to make this damn trip, of course it had to be with the most annoying and stupid of all." Natasha murmured, almost spitting out the words. You with your sharp manner, rolled your eyes without even giving you the luxury of a direct answer.

The flight was announced, and the simple thought of spending hours next to her in a confined space seemed like a cruel punishment. Each step towards the plane only increased her irritation. When you finally settled in the seats, the tension between you was almost palpable. Natasha sat next to you, already letting out a sigh of boredom, while you avoided any eye contact at all costs. But it seemed that the universe had other plans.

The trip started quietly, even too much. The silence between you, although hostile, was bearable. Natasha kept her headphones, while you looked out the window, watching the clouds, counting the minutes to land. But suddenly, something out of the ordinary happened. The plane began to shake, a slight bump that, at first, didn't worry you. "Turbulence," you thought. However, when the stewards began to walk faster through the corridors and the safety warnings were reinforced, a cold ran down her spine. The lights began to flash, and the plane gave a sudden jerk, as if it had been pulled down by an invisible force.

When her finally opened her eyes, the first thing her felt was the pain. Everything hurt. Shrapnel was scattered everywhere, and the smell of burnt fuel filled the air.