Devotion [Book 1]

Dancing In The Snow

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Dancing In The Snow by CarVie 16

Rated: T
Language: English
Genre: Romance + Friendship
Characters: Sam.W, Wanda.M, Steve.R, Natasha.R, Clint.B
Words: 4k+
Published: May 25th 2018

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In the men's bathroom at a fancy restaurant somewhere in Germany, three bodyguards of a billionaire arms dealer associated with HYDRA were engaged in a fight with one of the most dangerous assassins in history. Her name is Natasha Romanoff, a.k.a. Black Widow. She wore a fancy black dress to the restaurant in an attempt to flirt with the big boss, but she had been made. She was taken to the men's bathroom for a quick execution. If they knew Natasha Romanoff really well, they would know that she would never give up without a fight. So, that's what she started. A fight.

So far, she had been pulled by the hair and her face had been smashed on the sink, but she persisted. The first bodyguard was about to shoot her, but she grabbed his arm and made him shoot the second bodyguard in the knee. She breaks the first bodyguard's arm and throws him towards the third bodyguard. The third bodyguard charges at her, but she immediately shoots him in the head, killing him.

The first bodyguard takes his other partner's gun with his uninjured hand and moves forward, but Natasha kicks it off his hand. She jumps up, wraps her legs around his head, spins around, and snaps his neck.

The third bodyguard pulls out a knife and tries to stab her. She dodges every swing, but she gets a little scratch on her shoulder. She grabs the bodyguard's arm, elbows him in the face, headbutts him, and then stabs him in the chest with his own knife. He falls down, but Natasha didn't stop there. She grabs the knife and stabs him six more times for good measure. When she stopped, she looked at herself in the mirror, only to be horrified by the sight.

Her face. Her hair. Her dress. Her hands. All covered in blood.

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Natasha opens her eyes, waking up from her nightmare. Unfortunately, she knows it wasn't a nightmare. It happened just a couple weeks ago, and it haunts her to this day. Ever since she ran away from the Avengers following her hand in helping Steve Rogers and Buck Barnes escape capture, she wanted to lay low and do what she can on her own, which included wiping out as much of the remains of HYDRA.

Some time after the restaurant fiasco, she discovered where Steve Rogers and his fellow rogue Avengers were hiding. Wakanda. Hijacking a fighter jet, she flies all the way to Africa and finds the cloaking field that is hiding T'Challa's kingdom. Upon landing, she was greeted by an army of Wakanda warriors. Steve was present for her arrival. All she did was smile at the super soldier as she put her hands behind her head, letting herself be arrested.

Right now, she is just sitting in a room, chained to a table.

The first person to enter the room is Captain America himself. Natasha noticed that he looked different from the last time they saw each other. He's grown facial hair. Now he looks like his age, Natasha joked in her mind.

"Have you thought about shaving that yet, Rogers?" Natasha started.

"Is that your idea of hello?" Steve questioned.

"Don't they have razors here in Wakanda?" Natasha continued to joke.

Steve sighed as he sat down on the opposite side of the table. He took a long look at her. It was no secret that he was happy to see her. His facial hair couldn't hide his smile. Besides the fact that they're good friends, there was also the fact that Steve wouldn't be here in Wakanda if Natasha hadn't helped him escape during their battle at Leipzig. He never even got to thank her for that. But there they are. In the same room. Alone. With nothing to do but talk.