Possession

She's Gone

You woke lightly at the noise of your phone vibrating from the pocket of your trousers strewn across the floor. You rubbed your eyes momentarily before realising your position - completely bare, laid across the chest of a shirtless Natasha Romanoff, who was still deep in slumber despite it being beyond morning. You slipped from beneath her arm, dotting a light kiss upon her forehead before going to retrieve your clothes. Although your head was punishing you for last night's alcohol consumption, your sober state brought you no regret of what happened between yourself and Natasha. Though you did experience an impending doubt as to where your relationship could travel.

The screen of your phone lit up instantly, displaying a grand volume of missed calls from Tony, Pepper, Wanda, Maria - the entire team. Texts, messages, emails until finally you noticed a ping notification amongst all the others. They were tracking you. It had been received at your end almost 2 hours ago.

You threw your phone onto the sheets, which stirred Natasha awake as she watched you dress frantically at the foot of the bed.
"In a rush ?"
She joked momentarily before lifting your phone to see the ping, her face dropping at the realisation.
"C'mon, we can get out of here."
You took her hand, pulling her from beneath the sheets and allowing her to change as you gathered what little belongings you had carried with you. As you collected your possessions, you had suddenly realised that perhaps it wasn't so wise to leave the communication until the following morning, considering the peril of the mission.

Natasha was ready in minutes. She burst out of the bedroom, taking your hand as you slipped your phone in your pocket. You rushed towards the door in a frenzy, but before Natasha's hand had even touched the handle, it flew open - striking her head. She fell backwards, into your arms as you caught her, supporting her unconscious body in your grasp. Through the entrance came Tony and Maria, alongside a fleet of the compound members that you paid no eye to. Your father's eyes grew wide at the sight of you with Natasha curled against your chest.
"Cuff her." he commanded.
She was taken from your arms, the team giving no aid to her bleeding head as they restrained her in hand cuffs before carrying her away. It took all your might not to let your eyes well. You were immediately concerned for her. You wanted to run after her, take her yourself and leave. Yet you stayed still, your feet planted against the ground as the words of your father were clouded, travelling in one ear and out the other - as if muted by your worry for Natasha.

You felt a hand in your pocket, which drew you from your daze. It was Maria's. She removed the hard drive from you, handing it to Tony who transferred it to his own pocket.
"Don't worry kid, we'll deal with her. Must've been hard on you, spending the night here."
Your ears grew hot at your father's referral to Natasha. You remained silent before leaving the room, following the footsteps of Maria, who walked before you. You clenched your jaw biting back the urge to sob as you climbed into the backseat of your father's car. Your attention remained focused on concealing any and all emotion you harboured at this time - desperate as to not draw any suspicion to yourself or Natasha. Not in fear of your own safety, but in fear of her's. Yes, your father would most likely expel you from not only the mob - but the family - if he were to become aware of what happened. But, for Natasha, things would come to a much more fatal finish - if they weren't coming to that end already.

"What will you do with her ?"
Your first words to your father since re-greeting him centred around Natasha. You scold yourself for letting up, even if it is only slight.
"You don't need to concern yourself with that."
"I'm not concerned. I'm curious."
You could see the corners of his mouth upturn in the rear view mirror. Perhaps your facade was working, for now.
"Interrogation. See what we can get then...we'll take it from there."
Your palms were sweaty at the thought of your squad mates being granted the opportunity to interrogate Natasha. You'd be lucky to find her alive by the third member.
"Am I allowed to see her ?"
You couldn't tell if Tony was watching you, due to his constant sporting of blacked out Ray-ban sunglasses - so you tried your best not to fidget or appear at all perturbed by Natasha's whereabouts.
"Of course. Not a problem. Let me know when and I-"

"Tonight. I want to see her tonight."