Natasha fights through the crowded streets with her head down. The takeout bag in her hand losing heat against the frost bitten air. Soon, she stumbles through the front door of the motel and throws the bag onto the kitchen counter.
"Foods here," Natasha announces to the blond women on her bed.
"Couldn't get here any faster?" She laughs.
"Shut up. I'm not in the mood for games 'Lena."
"Fine. But I may of found something." Natasha quickly snaps out of her mood and sits next to Yelena on the full sized bed.
"Apparently Ivan was given access to a phone. I hacked into SHIELD's security system and the cameras in his cell were turned off for five minutes. But it was detected because of the cell's system. Once the phone was detected a small EMP was sent and the phone was burned," Yelena explains.
"You'd think with all the money SHIELD has, they'd be able to have better security," Natasha rolls her eyes.
"Right? Well there's the matter of who gave him the phone and who Ivan called. I figure we can deal with mole later but first, I traced the number, but of course the call bounced off of four different sataliets."
"Ok so we just need to find to narrow it down to which country, then from there the city then the hitman." Natasha says while pulling the food from the paper bag.
"Already a step ahead of ya. This guy is in Budapest. So we can fly out tomorrow and be there-"
"Wait Budapest are you kidding? I've had enough of that place for a lifetime," Natasha rolls her eyes and stabs at her food.
"Well your going again. One problem though, SHIELD is probably looking for you so if you want to stay off book, we need new ids," Yelena finishes.
"Your contact here can get them right?"
"Of course but he wants something in return," Yelena sighs as she begins to eat her food.
"I'm not taking one for the team 'Lena," Natasha slaps her sister's arm.
"No! Not like that, he wants Captain America's signature on a poster," Yelena laughs.
"Why didn't you lead with that," Natasha rolls her eyes and falls back against the head bored.
"He'll drop everything off tomorrow," Yelena ends.
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Where can I start? Steve's instincts tell him Russia. Tony's math tells them lower Eastern Europe, a more vague guess. Okay both on the same half of a continent. That's a start. Clint says the same, even he's at a loss. Deciding he is also at a loss; for the first time in twenty-fours he calls Natasha.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Static. Ring. Click.
"Hello?"
"Natasha? Oh my God? Are you ok?"
"I'm fine Steve."
"Where are you? Is Yelena with you?"
"Steve please. I need you to calm down."
"Ok I'm calm, please tell me where you are."
"Well I'm on a plane. But I need you to stay out of this. Please."
"Natasha. I can't. You know that. I love you. Please let me help you."
"Rogers." She pauses. "I love you too. Which is why I need to do this. Ok? Stay away."
"Natasha wait-" The line clicks.
"Damnit!" Steve throws his phone so hard against the wall in his bedroom, that the phone leaves an imprint in the wall.
"Damn you Natasha!" He yells again. "Damn you." His voice breaks as he falls to the floor. Tears flow freely from his eyes as he reaches for his phone. The screen in shattered but he redials the number. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer. He punches hard at the nightstand next to him, close to shattering his hand.
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Sometime later, Wanda finds Steve in his bedroom, slumped against the box spring of his bed. His knuckles bloody and his eyes red and puffy. She calls Tony first before sliding down next to him and taking one of his large hands in her small ones and resting it on her lap. Wanda doesn't even think he notices her until he speaks,
"She's going to get killed Wanda," His voice comes out as barley a squeak. She stays silent and lets him continue.
"She doesn't know who she's up against. And neither do we and that makes this so much worse," More tears fall from his eyes; he curls further into a ball, letting Wanda keep a grip on his hand.
Tony comes in a few minutes later with bandages to wrap his hands. Steve flinches at his touch then lets him work wordlessly. Both Avengers leave Steve in his room while they call Bucky. Tony avoids the tin-man as they pass each other in the hall.
"Hey puck come here," Bucky lifts one of Steve's arms to his lap. He slides next to him and sits silently, rubbing his hands in a circle pattern on his best friend's arm.
"She's my best girl Buck,"
"I know she is. But she loves you too, don't think for a second she'd leave you alone if she has a say in it,"
"She doesn't have a say. Who ever killed her parents was able to fool Yelena, and let me tell you nothing gets by that girl. God, Natasha is all emotion right now, not that she'd admit it but she's not thinking straight," Steve lets out in a sniffle.
"Natasha Romanoff doesn't quit Steve, she needs to do this. It may be selfish and stupid but it's how she was taught. The job is above all. It's a hard way think and an even harder way to live, but it's programmed into her so I do believe she needs to do this." Bucky says from an unimaginable outside perspective.
"I need her Bucky. I need her," Bucky stays quiet and tries to comfort his friend in any way he knows how.
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"Landing in three!" Yelena shouts from the cockpit of the plane. She's seated next to the pilot in the seven person plane, checking the landing systems.
Natasha doesn't answer instead, she puts away her cleaning supplies and loads a few more magazines before tucking all away into her bag.
On land, Natasha and Yelena skip from the plane, and into the most shady motel Budapest has to offer, where they can pay in cash. The redhead has already hacked into the NSA, MI6, and the Kremlin to find any assassinations matching the one of her parents.
After hours of glaring into a computer screen, she steps away while the program she is running finishes. She goes over to Yelena and slumps down beside her, and steals the bottle from her hand. Both women watch the single green line run back and fourth across the screen, until it sends them to sleep.
BEEP!
"der'mo!" shit! Natasha yells in her native language. Both spring up from the floor
"We got a name!" Yelena yells. Natasha glances at the time on her phone and it reads, 2:58 am.
"Click on it!" Natasha yells to her sister. Yelena moves the mouse over the file.
"Ok the one match, that includes all the parameters is a- holy shit,"
"Melina?"
Hehe cliff hanger!
How many Cliché cop show references did you catch at the beginning there? xD Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! Sorry not sorry for all the angst btw, there were to many fluffy chapters and it's my job as an author to ruin my reader's happiness. (Insert evil laugh)
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Learning to Love
Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
