Not a Fantasy

Part 3

I woke to a loud crash coming from the living room. I leap out of the comfort of my bed and hurry to the cause of the sound. I find Natasha to be missing and my window to be broken. 

"Shit." I murmur as I find a blood stained glass shard piercing the couch next to the window.

I glance out the window not trying to make my presence known. I go full spy mode and slide past the window to the other wall. I rip a poster off of the wall and quickly tap in the code to the hidden safe. I grabbed my hand gun and the stack of cash I had for emergencies. I quickly left the apartment without a glance back.

I walked alongside the bustling crowd. I keep a look out for any suspicious characters. I clutch the side of my sweatshirt as the gun I squeezed between my pants and side digs into my skin when I move. I grind my teeth as the cold metal opens a wound.

I casually hop into my car and pulled out of its parked position and into the busy traffic of New York. I speed up at the times I can trying to pass all of the holdup. I open the compartment between the driver and passenger seat and start to stock up on weapons. After about 45 minutes of rush hour traffic I finally made it out of the busy city. I pull up to the side of a lone gas station. 

I walk into the cold, run down, quick mart the sat connecting to the gas station. I nod politely at the cashier and grab some first aid supplies. I don't know how long I will be on the run again. I quickly pay the clerk and limp back to the car.

I wince as the disinfectant burns my open wound. I put a bandage over the injury and lick my finger as I try to clean the blood stain out of the shirt. I look in the rearview mirror and sigh. I really wanted to stay in one place for a while but I knew It wouldn't be safe to stay in New York anymore, I especially wanted to see the many sites New York City held. I look over as my phone buzzed with a text message from Steve. We all exchanged phone numbers yesterday incase of emergency. I didn't think of notifying the Avengers that their best assassin was missing, (sorry Clint). 

"Are you and Nat coming over today?" I read the old man's text.

How do you tell the Avengers one of them is missing? 

"About that... I woke up today and Nat wasn't there and one of the windows was broken. There was blood on one of the shards, someone must of broke in, but done it quick because they weren't quiet about it." I replied in detail.

Only seconds after my finger hit the send button I was getting a call from Steve. I answered hoping no one was going to freak out though mentally, I was panicking.

"Yelena?" I heard Steve's panicked voice repeat through the speakers of my phone.

"Yeah, I'm here. I'm just outside of the city, I'm gonna try and find a way to track her location." I replied starting my car up again.

"Come back to the compound, Tony has tech that can help." Steve insisted.

"Alright, I'll be on my way." I said turning onto the main road.

I hear Steve put his phone down and walk away. Someone really needs to teach that superhuman how to properly use a phone. I had just gotten my sister back and I'm not losing her again. 

It was only six months ago I was released from Drakovs control. With so much blood on my hands, it was hard getting a new life. Natasha helped me the most she could, she paid for the first few months of rent for an apartment in Boston until the building burnt down due to some neighbors failing to cook microwave popcorn. 

I ended up in New York so I could be closer to Natasha when she was at the compound. Natasha always spent the weekends with me and aid in clearing my name from what all I did. We were just starting to plan to help all the other Widows out there. That all had to wait until I found my sister.