Natasha Romanoff, master spy and agent of the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division (also known as Shield), walked into 'Wolves', a gym that doubled as a boxing training area. She was currently wearing black high heels and black trousers along with a grey shirt and an open light brown jacket. Her beautiful red hair flowed down just slightly past her shoulders, her green eyes scanned every detail around her with ease. As she walked she pretended not to notice the many men who had seen her come in, she also pretended not to notice the staring or the way a few of them tried to show off by putting more effort into their exercising.
Natasha walked towards the managers office, she knocked on the door and once he heard a call her in she opened it and walked into the room and found the manager sitting behind a desk.
"Excuse me," Natasha smiled as she spoke in a polite voice. "I am not bothering you, am I?"
"Hmm, um...no. No I was just doing paperwork," The manager smiled as he gestured to the paperwork on his desk. "how can I help you?"
"I come from out of town, I am visiting a friend, I am told he usually comes here." Natasha replied.
"Oh, who would that be?" He asked.
"David Price." Natasha answered. David Price was no real friend of hers, what he actually is would be an enhanced individual that Shield was looking into. David Price's father was a former member of Shield who worked in the science division. David Price's father, like many others before him, had attempted to recreate the super soldier serum that turned Steve Rogers into the super soldier that the world knew as Captain America. So when Shield found him dead and his son missing, they were going to be curious.
The fact that the last two agents that went looking for him disappeared meant that they were going to put more effort into getting answers, which was why they sent her instead of a lower level agent.
"Oh. Well...I don't think that you will be able to find him here." He said in an apologetic voice.
"Why not? I heard he came here all the time." Natasha asked, raising an eyebrow.
"He did until about a week ago." He replied. "Eight days ago he came here and offered to fight anyone who was willing, he beat everyone, easily in fact." The manager said in a surprised voice. "He was kicking ass, he came back the next day and made the same offer. Nobody was really willing to take him up on his offer, some had seen him fight yesterday and the others noticed the reluctance coming from them. Eventually he chose one person to fight, he lost and threw a fit, I ended up kicking him out."
"Who fought him?" Natasha asked.
"That would be him." The manager stood up and pointed through the office window to end of the gym where she saw a white haired man punching a punching bag. "He is not much of a talker. I think he might be ex-military, not sure, but he knows how to fight." The manager said in an awed voice.
"What is his name?" Natasha asked.
"Give us a sec," The manager said as he picked up a file and looked through it for a few seconds before he responded. "Harry Potter, sorry, can't really tell you more than that. I hope you understand that."
"It's fine," Natasha said, any knowledge that the man had she could find get easily so it was not really a big problem. "Thank you." She said before she walked out of the office and walked towards the white haired man. As she stopped near him she got a good look at him, he was wearing black trainers, black tracksuit bottoms and a black shirt, his hands and wrist were covered in tape. He appeared to have not noticed her as his attention was purely on the boxing bag he was striking. "Excuse me." She said.
"Yeah?" He asked without stopping his assault on the bag.
"The manager said your name was Harry Potter?" She said it in the form of a question.
"Yeah."
"I was wondering if I could talk to you."
"You are," He pointed out. "what do you want to talk about?" He asked as he finally stopped, he caught the bag as it swung back. He finally looked at Natasha who mentally memorized his face just as he did the same to her.
"I want to talk to you about a friend of mine, David Price." Natasha answered. "You have met him recently."
"Name doesn't ring a bell." Harry shrugged. "What does he look like?"
"Skinny, brown hair, blue eyes, around five foot eight. Normally wears a silver earring." Natasha answered, remembering his face from the file she was given. "According to the manager you and him had a fight about a week ago."
"Oh him, if he really is your friend then I would advise taking him to get help." Harry said as he began removing the tape from his hands.
"Why?" Natasha asked, acting like a concerned friend while mentally noting down everything Harry was saying.
"Your friend was showing signs of drug use," Harry replied. "sweaty, unstable, his eyes kept moving, that type of stuff. He wanted to fight, wouldn't let me say no, we got in a ring. I won, he threw a fit and got kicked out, that is pretty much where my involvement ends. Good luck with your friend." Harry said before he picked up a water bottle and walked off.
"Come to die." Harry heard the words whispered into his ear but ignored it and kept walking.
Natasha watched as he walked away, there was definitely something wrong. If what she knew was right then it meant that Price was taking the serum that his father had invented, which meant that he was physically enhanced. If what this 'Harry Potter' says is true then there was likely some physical and possibly mental side effects of the serum, however as far as she knew Harry was not an enhanced so she wondered how he could beat an enhanced.
Was Harry Potter an enhanced? Did Price's serum wear off? Was it perhaps not as effective as it was supposed to be?
Natasha did not know, but she did know that she was going to find out.