Natasha bared her teeth and pressed herself into the back of the carrier as T’Challa crouched to peer in at her.

No way.

She was NOT going with him.

Not after the airport – after she’d tased him to let Steve and Bucky escape.

There was no way she could trust him to treat her well after she essentially backstabbed him.

She had asked to be changed into a ferret – small and agile, with paws that were relatively dexterous – in order to give herself the best mobility and use of her new body that she could. Something she could use to escape, if the need arose.

She had expected to be sent home with Tony, or maybe that Parker kid.

Not T’Challa.

“Come now, Natalia,” the man murmured with a smile, touching the bars cautiously with a finger. “There is no need to be frightened.”

She hissed at him, curling herself tighter into the corner, and he chuckled.

“Very well. We will see if you have calmed down by the time we reach home.”

He vanished from her view and a shadow fell across the carrier a second before it began to move. Natasha pressed herself flat on the bottom of the crate in fright.

This was not going to end well.

God, she wished that she’d chosen something a bit bigger…