Forever Yours Natasha Romanoff FF (English part)

Chapter 4

Natasha Pov

After putting the girl into a deep sleep again, I turned to Sam. He was still in the state of shock  which he had fallen into when he realized what he had done. Actually, we wanted to interrogate the girl inconspicuously, so as not to let her know what our plan was. But thanks to Sam's big mouth, this plan was now cancelled. "Great job Sam," I said, pissed off that he had screwed up again, before I slowly drew a line in the air with my finger to the end of the Quinjet's tailgate. Then I jerked my finger forward and made a ,,kscchh" sound. He looked at me in question. "Oh, no. I guess your success just got off the boat along with our plan" I snorted ironically and glared at him. Oh, come on, Nat," he said, and you could tell he was uncomfortable with the whole thing. So I sat back in my seat and kept quiet. So we lingered for a few minutes without saying anything. Finally Sam said, "Listen, I'm sorry I messed up the plan. But how was I supposed to know she'd wake up that fast?" he tried to talk his way out of it. I gave him a scathing look. "Yeah, yeah, it's okay. I'll tell Stark it's my fault and come up with a new plan," Sam muttered, rolling his eyes slightly. "Well, you'll have to think fast" I grinned and pointed to the front of the cockpit where the display board with the length of the remaining flight was located. In fact, we would already arrive at the facility in 15 minuits. "Wow, thanks a lot!" Sam snorted a little offended. Then he sat down at a table and started to think about a new plan.

Meanwhile, I looked at the young woman sitting across from me. I noticed that a small trail of blood had formed from her nose over her lips. For this I was probably responsible. I got up and went to the sink. Then I grabbed a cloth and moistened it slightly. With it, I then walked over to the (Y/h/c) hairy one and squatted in front of her. Carefully I lifted my hand with the wet cloth and wiped the blood away. "What are you doing there ?" a voice suddenly sounded behind me and I flinched. When I turned around, I saw Sam sitting at the table with a skeptical look on his face and an eyebrow raised. "What does it look like?" I replied briefly, but somehow felt caught. "I see WHAT you are doing, but I am interested in WHY the great, brave Natalia Alianovna Romanova with no feelings wipes the blood away from an enemy which she caused ?" "First of all, I do have feelings. Secondly, don't call me that and thirdly, I will be allowed to clean it up, it looks terrible", I tried to justify myself. ,,Mmhh" Sam mumbled and looked back to the table to hide a grin."What?" I asked, knowing why he was grinning. "Well...I don't think you'd do that to just anyone," he said hesitantly before continuing to talk all the faster. "So I think that-" "Don't even think about saying it" I interrupted him to stop him from continuing. "Then you won't find her-" "Ah!" I interrupted him again and raised a finger threateningly. No, I definitely didn't think she was pretty or hot or whatever was going on in Sam's birdbrain. Did you ? No ! No Natasha don't even think about it ! After the thing with Banner I had sworn not to get involved in something like that anymore. We had just gotten closer and then he had decided to disappear. Besides, the girl in front of us was our prisoner. So how the hell did the Falcon guy come up with that? "Sam, just shut up and keep doing what you do best. Nothing." I snorted at him with a contemptuous look. "But I am doing something!" he said indignantly. "Oh yes, and how far is your plan?" I laughed. "Almost done." He grinned proudly and I shook my head with a smile. Then I turned to the young woman once more and glanced over her. After that I stood up and threw away the cloth smeared with blood.

10 minutes later we landed. The loading ramp opened and in walked a beaming Tony. He looked briefly at the girl, who was still unconscious in the shackles, before turning to us. "Gosh, what have you done to her? Well, I don't really care, because it looks like everything went smoothly," he said. I smiled at him briefly before turning to Sam and nodding my head in Tony's direction to mean to him, to tell Tony what he had done. This was his problem now and I defenitly wouldn't solve it for him. I, at least, had no desire to spend the next few days just being snapped at, even if I hadn't done anything at all. If Sam's plan was as good as he said, then he didn't have much to fear. "So..." Sam started. "YES?" asked Tony suspiciously, since he had already guessed what was coming. "Well, I might have said something about our plan and didn't realize that the stupid one over there wasn't playing Snow White very well anymore," he said contritely while looking at the floor. Just as Tony gasped to scream at the top of his lungs, as usual, Sam raised his hand, pointed at me and quickly said, "But it's really Natasha's fault. She didn't hit hard enough and it's only because she thinks the girl is hot." I took a puzzled breath. What had Sam just said? What an asshole ! He knows it was his fault and now I should take the blame? He's out of his mind. "So listen. First of all, I don't think she's hot! I did hit her hard, but she's a Hydra agent...they don't go down that fast. Second, it wasn't me, it was you who was careless and shouted the plan all over the jet, so that probably the last rat somewhere deep under the ground heard it. And third, that was Sleeping Beauty, you moron," I yelled at him. He didn't seem to have expected that. Puzzled and looking for help, he turned to Tony, who must have been grinning at my Sleeping Beauty remark, but he didn't seem any less angry either. Again he opened his mouth to say something and again he was interrupted by Sam. "Before you say anything. I have already worked out a new plan. But shouldn't we maybe take that leather package over there to the cell first ?". 

The cell. A glass box designed by Tony, it had all kinds of security. Inside was a bed, a small table and a chair. Not exactly the most comfortable room in the facility especially when you considered that you were being watched around the clock. But it served its purpose. Only now did I realize that Steve had been standing outside listening the whole time. Shaking his head but still grinning, the captain came into the plane. "Sam's right, we should bring her in," he said, before grabbing her and her shackles and carrying her off.