Bucky had been true to his word. He had shown up the next day with the team, all looking skeptical as Bucky told them his plan: to make you an Avenger and take down HYDRA with your help.

Clint had been the first, surprisingly, to protest.

"I don't know her, and from what I've gathered, Natasha does and whatever it is that happened between them wasn't pretty, so I'd rather keep her out of the team."

Your eyes had narrowed and you imagined breaking through the screen and strangling the archer, but you snap yourself out of it and give a small frown.

"Well," Steve Rogers rubs his neck. "She isn't exactly trustworthy.."

"That's why I'm proposing a shadow," Bucky says. "One of us would be with her at all times, giving her no freedom until she earns it."

You open your mouth to complain, but the look on Steve's face makes your snap it shut. He seems like he's considering that option, and his vote would greatly influence the others.

"I'm for it."

Clint sputters as he gaps at Natasha. "What? Are you kidding? She tried to kill Steve, Nat. Remember?"

"I remember perfectly," She snaps. "She didn't, now did she? The shadow is a good idea, but we need to add something. Something that'll make her stay put."

"How about a tracker?" You hop to your feet and stretch your knees. You pause when they all remain silent, watching you. "Yes?"

"You'd be okay with that?" Bucky asks, stepping closer to the invisible screen. "You wouldn't try to take it off or mess with it?"

"Nope. And even if I did, where would I go if I broke out? It's not like HYDRA'll welcome me back with open arms."

"So a tracker," Clint tilts his head. "Are we talking about a collar-"

"I'm not a dog," You snarl, lips pulled back in a sneer. You clear your throat and smooth out your clothes quickly. "I mean, whatever's okay with you."

"No collar," Bucky says.

"Then what? A wrist band? Ankle bracelet?"

"I'll talk it over with Tony," Natasha keeps her gaze on the ground. "To make sure the tracker is something small, nothing too suspicious and impossible to take off."

"Mm. Thanks, Tasha," You hold back a glare when she meets your eyes. "You're the best."