Saviour

the red room

Natasha's pov

I slipped on my ballet slippers and walked into the 'dance' room. I clutched onto the ballet bar and started stretching. Once that was done I stood in the middle of the dance floor and whirled around, jumping and then I loaded the gun and without even reaching the ground after my split leap I shot. One. Two. Three. I gracefully landed and looked at the target three bullet holes, one in the head one in the chest and one in the stomach. I was greeted by a clap coming from behind me. I whirled around, reloaded my gun and pointed it straight at her.

y/n my only friend stood infront of me on the receiving end of my bullet. I lowered my gun and watched as she walked towards the ballet bar and started stretching.

"Tomorrow the new recruits will be here. Shame we won't meet them." 

"What do you mean y/n?" I whispered intrigued 

"What do you want me to mean?" She left the room and came back clutching a duffel bag she opened it and I saw clothes and two pistols. She started to change in the corner with her back facing me. I glanced at her and she clearly felt my eyes all over her so she whispered,

"Its rude to stare Romanoff"  

Once she and I were dressed she put the pistol in her holster along with her favourite weapons, her knifes. She held her hand out and I grabbed it intertwining my fingers with her long slender ones and we walked slowly out of the red room and as we did we whispered in unison,

"First rule of being on the run? walk."

this is my first story hope you liked it :)