We'll always have the moon.

Similar stuff

-A few days later-

Bucky's POV

I've been trying to avoid Nat as best as i can.For her.She's better off without me now, like everyone is.

But I miss her.A lot.

I just wish I could help, but wherever I go people always seem to fear me.But she doesn't...she didn't.

I can barely sleep at night. All I can think about is her safety.

Until one night, it changed...

Nat's POV

It was 2:30am, and I still couldn't sleep.

I want to go on a run.I need to.

It always clears my thoughts and right now I lay alone in my bed...I need to clear him.

I got my running gear on and silently made my way out of the facility.It wasn't difficult.

....

Running...I don't know for how long. I feel drained but I still carry on.Embrace the pain.That what i was always taught.That's what got me the title, the black widow.

A few minutes later . I saw a car drive up the dirt path, edging closer to me.

Who would be up at this time, on a Tuesday?

Until suddenly a shot was fired at me, just missing my shoulder.

All I have on me are knives.

You don't bring knives to a gunfight.

I tried to hide behind a bush, trying to hide in the shadows, another shot was fired, the bullet skimming my arm but still leaving a slight mark.

I was waiting for the third shot but it never came.

Suddenly I heard a loud yell and the sound of metal.

Hesitantly I made myself out. I looked at the damage.It was him.James.

He continued to punch the man all over again and again.Even though he was dead.

"James you found me".

He stopped, but still not looking at me for a few seconds.But when he did, he replied

"You can't be surprised..."

Smiling slightly, I looked away from him.

"We're both made from similar stuff...I just hide it better than you do", He continued, slightly walking towards me.

"What's going on Natasha?".

"I'm sure you've had an ear full".I replied, looking down.

"That and more", He remarked with a slight smirk.

I chuckled, shaking my head, we were both now walking back to the facility, but still a distance apart.

"I'm not surprised if you've been keeping tabs on everyone.And I know you're not selling us out".

"Is that what the others think?".

"I don't know.Yes.Does it matter?".

"No."

We were now walking slightly closer together.

"Tasha".

"I don't know who's doing this.Or why.That's the truth".

"But not the whole truth I bet".

I didn't reply.

"And if I offered myself up, would you take my help?".