The Other Barton | Natasha Romanoff

Chapter Four

We all had to spend the next following hours at the hospital, the tension was what I'd describe as not fun. I stood in-front of the vending machine trying to find something appetizing to eat, but all that was there was junk food. What felt like minutes staring at the vending machine, someone grabbed my wrist dragging me into an empty closet.

My body was slammed into the back of a filing cabinet, with a red-head being the who.

"Four years! Four. Years." She yelled out. "I'm sorry." I rasped out to her. "Why? Why, Brie?" She asked, in a quieter but still aggressive tone. "It was for your safety! I wouldn't allow my mistakes to fall into your responsibility, Natasha." I yelled back.

"I'm a grown woman. I can choose what I want to be my responsibility." She countered back.

"You don't get it. What he'd do." I whisper-yelled to her.

"Then please-do explain!" She yelled.

"He knew..knows..He knows how much I love you. He'd use you against me, make me choose between saving you or myself and in any scenario I'd make sure you make it out before me." I explained with my best attempt to not yell.

Natasha stared at me, not in a malicious way but a deep thought. "I hate that, I can't hate you.. I want to believe you left..no reason...just up and left. But then I'd just be lying to myself." She ranted on, looking as if she was going to cry.

"Nat, you want the most solid proof of evidence I can give that I didn't leave in malice?" I asked her.

"Yes." She whispered.

I lifted up my shirt, pointing to the tattoo Maria questioned earlier. "I don't even know what it means. But that's what you always called me." I laughed out at how ridiculous it sounded.

"My love." Natasha flatly said.

"Huh?" I questioned.

"It means my love, любовь моя." She said again.

We both stood there in silence, not knowing how to respond to one another. My eyes couldn't stop wandering back to her lips however. When my eyes would slightly leave focus it seemed like Natasha had the same attention on me. She stepped closer in-front of me as her lips hovered in-front of mine. She moved one of her hands to grasp my waist as the other leaned against the cabinets behind me. She then slowly had her lips meet mine.

Our bodies pulled together like magnets, despite what seemed like the evident dislike she had for me minutes before. My body felt as if it'd been aching for this moment. Through every hookup I'd deem a mistake the next morning, this feeling I'd never felt. A low groan slipped past my lips as she bit down on my bottom lip, pulling it with me as our faces separated.

Natasha and I both stood in front of one another catching our breaths.

The door then opened with Steve being on the other end. "We've been looking for you guys, the morgue is ready for us to have final viewings." He explained before walking away, leaving the door open.

Natasha and I both looked at each other realizing we were both being pulled back into the reason we were here. "I don't like how sheer your shirt is." Nat whispered to me before walking out of the closet. I took a moment to compose myself before also walking out of the closet.

I caught up with Maria who was a little distance away from Steve and Nat. "Nat and you were awfully long in that closet." She noted. "We were making up." I assured her. "Yeah, well you got a little something.." She proposed, while gesturing to wipe my lip. "Shit." I mumbled trying to wipe off whatever was on my lip. "Did I get it?" I asked her back. "There was nothing there." Maria chuckled. My face had to have changed five shades more red at how easily she was able to get me.

We all walked into the morgue where Furys body was already ready for viewing. Of course only his head and shoulders were on display, the rest covered with a white sheet. Steve stood back against the wall viewing from a distance while Nat stood right in front of the gurney. I opted to stand against the doorway which was a give or take two feet from the gurney. Maria went next to Steve.

"I need to take him." She said aloud, her voice slightly breaking.

Steve then walked over, standing next to Natasha. A moment of standing there he sneered out "Natasha." Nothing else, which seemed to pull her back into reality. She then walked off without a word uttered and Steve followed suit yelling out for her.

I turned around looking at Maria, "Since when does Fury get close with hundred year old super soldiers?" I objected. "He doesn't." She observed back. "Steve claims Fury was in his apartment before he was shot, isn't that odd?"

"Agent thirteen was there, she's backing up whatever Steve is telling everyone."

I walked out of the morgue once in the hallway. I looked around trying to find Steve. He was being escorted by a shield strike team. "Rumlow!" I called out, seeing him following the rest of the team. "Back from the dead, Barton?" He questioned me. "I was never dead in the first place, where is Rogers being taken." I snarled back at him. "Taken back for questioning, Pierce wants to talk to him." He explained in a whisper before walking away.