His Little Pet

The Flowers Garden

Shadow pov

I was humming a song Master taught me some time ago as I ran my fingers over the soft velvety petals of my snapdragons. After a request from Master, and a demand from Sir Thor, Mister Tony converted one of the rooms into a greenhouse for me. 

Back on Asgard I had a large patch in the palace garden that I took care of. Master would take me to my patch and I would tend to it, I loved my garden. Sadly, when Master left and I was forced to serve others, my garden was destroyed.

I desperately missed my flowers and when I told Master he had them construct a room for me to garden! It was so much fun learning how to care for Midgard flowers, but I have always had nature's touch. 

Today I was watering the one who needed it and tidying up the soil. But most of all I was just admiring the fruits of my labor, just touching and smelling my flowers. I was always gentle, barely putting any pressure on the buds and I loved to just pet the soft colorful blooms.

"What are you doing alone."

I jumped, just barely letting go of the bluebonnet I was admiring. I spin around to see Mister Clint leaning against the door. I took a few steps away, I knew he still wanted me dead.

"Um, uh I don't understand."

My voice was shaky, I don't understand what he wanted.

"Why are you alone in here, you need supervision."

Oh right, he really didn't trust me. I was going to answer when Mister Jarvis spoke up.

"Mister Barton, I have my eye on miss Shadow, and she comes here to tend to her plants. She likes to be alone so she can just relax and be at peace."

I smile at the ceiling.

"Thank you Mister Jarvis."

I could somehow hear the love in his voice.

"Anytime Miss Shadow."

I look back to see Mister Clint was still glaring at me.

"Whatever, go back to doing your thing, I'm not leaving though."

I just sigh and turn around, crouching beside my bluebonnets. Picking up my tools I start on the next flower in the row. It was silent for a long time and I had made it all the way to my poppies when I saw a poor little one. I place all my tools aside and began to shift the others. This poor flower couldn't get much light or nutrients so I must fix this. I was having some trouble since the roots were so small.

"What's the problem?"

I don't look up from the task as I hear the bow man's voice.