GETAWAY CAR.
❝You were driving the getaway car, We were flying, but we'd never get far. Don't pretend it's such a mystery. Think about the place where you first met me.❞ -Taylor Swift; Getaway Car
MCU
NATASHA ROMANOFF X FEM OC
BLACK WIDOW-ENDGAME
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"I can't believe I agreed to this," Rosalie muttered, she was on high alert, there were many people after Natasha Romanoff, and neither of them could risk getting caught. "What other choice did we have?" Natasha's hair was pulled back neatly into a braid, and a leather jacket was zipped up fully even in the warm sticky air of the train.
"I don't know...not doing this." she half-heartedly suggested, and the ex-assassin sent a glare her way, "Sorry...I know. Unhelpful."
The Barton woman was not entirely sure why she had even agreed to help her ex-lover in the first place. She had always been drawn to the redhead, even when she told time and time again, that it would only end with her in pain. They had all been right the first time around, Natasha Romanoff had broken her heart and her trust.
And Rosalie, well she had taken the usual well-known Barton way out. Much to her dismay, she had acted exactly like her mother. She ran.
Italy had been the first place she thought of, after her falling out with Shield. And when she realized she could make a real difference there, in such a small way. She took it. Helping those deaf kids became her life, her reason to hold on. Each of her students owned a piece of her heart now.
Natasha nudged Rosalie's shoulder, "This is our stop." the brunette nodded, standing up beside her following close behind the shorter woman. The pair made their way through the crowded streets, it had been a while since Rosalie was around this many people at once. She did not miss it one bit.
"This is the place, stay close, I don't know who we can and can not trust around here." Natasha instructed, "Nat." she spoke gently reaching for the woman's shoulder, "I was an agent. I know the drill, ok?" she paused briefly before nodding.
Rosalie analyzed each of the people, assessing threats, there was a woman sweeping up a couple of floors, someone else hanging up their laundry, nothing out of the ordinary. At least not yet.
The elevator creaked and rattled around them, "I hate old elevators." Rosalie muttered, "Would you have rather taken the stairs?" Natasha asked dryly, "Hell no. I've just gotten stuck in one of these back in Italy. That's all." Rosalie explained carefully shifting her weight from foot to foot, kind of scared that the floor was going to fall out from underneath of them.
Natasha sharply exhaled, "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Rosalie asked gently, trying to shake away her own nerves, "Not in the slightest. We'll be ok though...I hope."
