Seven Devils // Natasha Romanoff

Part 6 - Nat Strikes Back

That evening, at the same time as two evenings ago, I receive a text from Dreykov asking for a status update. I quickly finish using a towel to dry my hair (I found a gym in town to shower at) and toss it aside as I pick up my phone to call Dreykov.

After exchanging codes, he says, "Vallonia, tell me how today went."

"I just observed Natasha," I lie, quickly gathering all of my things in my bag. I sling the bag over my shoulder as I add on, "I'm going to make her think that I've given up, then I'll get her when she's not expecting it. Until then, I'm analyzing her daily patterns so I can plan when to attack."

"That's good, that's good. Any idea when this attack will be?"

"No idea," I lie again, now sneaking out the back door. "Maybe a week or so? She's really on edge right now, so I'm obviously going to wait a bit."

"Yes, that sounds good. From your description of your parking garage encounter, it sounds like there's a good chance that she caught sight of your uniform. If she knows you're a Widow, there's a good chance she will be on edge for some time. Take as long as you need, as long as you get her next time."

"Thanks, Dreykov," I smile, doing my best to use my natural voice. "I'll call you as soon as it's done."

"Keep safe, Vallonia."

I hang up, exhaling a sigh of relief as I pocket the phone. He's completely unsuspicious. I suppose I have him to thank for how good I am at lying (which is kind of ironic).

I push my hair behind my shoulders as I sling a leg over my motorcycle, wasting no time in getting out of here. The ride back to Natasha's goes quick, feeling already natural despite the fact that I've only been here a couple of days.

It's so weird to think that four days ago I was deadset on killing Natasha, but now I've passed up the opportunity multiple times. What's even stranger is that I could swear I'm starting to catch feelings for Natasha. Obviously, being a Widow since birth, I don't know the first thing about relationships, but I'm guessing this is what falling for someone is like. Probably not the most normal way, but it seems pretty in character for me and Natasha.

As I get within view of Natasha's trailer, I shut my headlights off as to not alert her of my presence. I continue with my definitely-unsafe speed, knowing that I won't crash.

Just as I'm about to veer off the road, my tire makes a terrible pop. Oh my god, did it just puncture? Holy shit - Natasha must've set a trap.

I attempt to brake to slow down before I crash, but it does barely anything to lessen my speed as the wheel gives out, the motorcycle toppling on its side. I gasp as my body collides with the ground, my head instantly a solid portion of the impact - I told Dreykov that he should give the Widows helmets.

Oh my fucking god, that hurt. The entire right side of my body is in instant pain, my head pounding.

Knowing that Natasha is going to be coming after me soon, I use all my strength to try to stand up. Making pained noises the entire time, I force myself to roll onto my stomach, ignoring the unbearable pain in my right arm as I use my arms to pull my upper body off the ground.

I look up to see Natasha approaching me, rope and chloroform in hand. "You really don't know when to stay down," she sighs.

"Stay the fuck away from me!" I shout, pulling a knife from my belt with my uninjured left arm.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Vallonia."

"Really? Because the motorcycle trap, rope, and chloroform are giving me a different message."

She rolls her eyes, still continuing towards me. "I promise, you'll understand after you've woken up and we've talked."

"I'm perfectly capable of having a conversation without having you wreck my motorcycle and kidnap me," I shoot back.

She reaches me and begins to bend towards me, and I swing my knife at her. I let out a pained shout as she kicks my right arm, knocking it out from under me. I release my knife so I can use my left arm to catch myself, and Natasha quickly kicks the knife away so I can't try to get it back.

She reaches towards me with the chloroform cloth, and I quickly intercept her arm. She sighs in annoyance. "You really don't know when it'd be in your best interest to give up."

"Yes, because I'm sure it's in my best interest to get chloroformed by the trained assassin I was sent here to kill," I retort, bringing myself to my knees.

She swiftly steps around to be behind me, taking my chin in her free hand to force my back flush against her leg. She twists her arm holding the cloth, forcing my already injured right arm to twist with it at an unnatural angle, earning a pained shout from me as I release her. Wasting no time, she brings the cloth against my face.

She slams the cloth against my mouth with such force that my body involuntarily gasps, inhaling the chemicals in the cloth. Shit. My vision begins fading and I fall sideways, landing on the ground at Natasha's feet. It takes absolutely everything in me to remain conscious; I underwent a decent bit of chloroform training in the Red Room in hopes of making me less susceptible to it, but I stopped since being exposed to an excessive amount of chloroform puts you at risk for cancer (cancer is probably the least of my worries as a Widow, though).

Luckily, it seems like the training partially paid off as I still remain conscious. My eyes aren't even open and I can't move, but it's something.

I feel Natasha begin to lift me up, and I soon realize that she slung me over her shoulder. I force my eyes open, and they open ever-so-slightly, but enough to give me a nice view of Natasha's ass. I'm being kidnapped and am fighting to stay conscious but I'm spending my last few moments that I can utilize to form a plan checking out my kidnapper's ass. Nice.

Realizing that I'm beginning to regain feeling in my left arm and that we're approaching the entrance to Natasha's trailer, I decide that I may as well try to fight her now. I use all the strength that I can muster to hit her, but it unfortunately comes out as barely anything.

However, it's enough to alert her of my consciousness as she mutters, "What the hell?"

She kneels down in front of the steps to the trailer and drops me onto them. She looks down at me and scoffs in disbelief. "You're a fighter. No wonder they sent you after me."

I see her reaching for the chloroform cloth again, and I quickly grab onto the first thing I can think of to try to stop her - which ends up being her face. She is barely deterred as she firmly places the cloth over my nose and mouth again.

As I feel around her face, trying uselessly to get her to stop, we lock eyes. She looks down at me coldly, but I can also see a glimmer of something else behind her eye, something that resembles her amused face. Wait - I could swear that is the look of someone who is turned on. Oh my god, she's being turned on by this.

As my hand touches her mouth in one of my attempts at a fight, a smirk spreads across her lips. She leans down over me slightly, but not enough for her to be exposed to the chloroform. "As much as I love to feel you struggle under me, I'm going to need you to begin to breathe so you can pass out."

I shake my head, and she rolls her eyes. "I guess I'm going to have to make you."

Without warning, her leg settles in between mine. There's no way she's going to- Oh shit. I inhale sharply as she presses her leg against my center, running it down slowly and deliberately. Oh, she fucking knows what she's doing.

Realizing that I involuntary gasped, I curse myself as the corners of my vision go black. I look up at Natasha to see that mischievous smirk looking down at me, proud of herself for catching me off-guard.

My vision grows cloudy as I lose focus on Natasha, and my hand releases her face, going limp as my head lolls to the side and my eyes flutter shut.