The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Three

"Trouble never looked so god damn fine."
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The wind stung her eyes and cheeks, which were no doubt tinted pink. Natara Faez continued walking through the bitter weather. The past few days hadn't gone as planned and the weather was doing nothing to improve her mood. She hated being cold.

She didn't falter as she felt a presence following her. Good. She'd been spoiling for a fight. The darkness swallowed her figure as she veered away from the streetlights. But still, the presence continued after her.

A grin found its way onto Natara's face. Whoever they were, they weren't half bad. Which only meant their inevitable fight would last that much longer. Coming to a stop, Natara looked at a young girl ahead of her digging through the piles of trash that lay along the sides of the abandoned alleyways.

Letting out a sharp breath which puffed and clouded in front of her, Natara stilled for only a second before approaching the child. Steps silent and graceful. She felt the presence stop, watching. Like a dog cocking it's head in curiosity.

The small girl started and spun at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder, face filled with panic. Natara raised a finger to her lips, telling the girl to be quiet.

"You're hungry?" She asked, voice unusually gentle and calm. One made to sooth and comfort. The girl nodded quickly. Without hesitating, Natara reached inside her coat and took out some money, she had no shortage in that department. Softly holding the child's too thin a jacket and tucking the money inside its pocket, she took her own beanie off and placed it onto the girl's dark head of hair, making sure it covered her ears.

"You've got a family?" Natara asked softly, crouching down in front of the kid and rubbing her hands up and down her thin arms in an attempt to warm her. The girl only nodded once more. "Okay," Natara nodded. "Get home, quickly, and give one of them the money. Okay?"

Making sure she understood, Natara waited for the girl to nod again and so was surprised when she got a reply.

"I... understand." She seemed to be sounding out the words which along with her accent confirmed Natara's suspicions. She was an immigrant, most likely here illegally. "Th- thank you."

Natara gave her a small smile. "Now get out of here, quickly." The girl hurried off and Natara straightened up, only turning once the child was gone. All kindness and warmth had left her face as she turned towards the shadows.

"I hope you know that this ends with me killing you. All of you." She knew that there was more than one of them and her eyes narrowed with lethal calmness as she assessed her surroundings.

"Should've kept the kid. She was nicer then." The voice was male, proud. Arrogant. Talking to one of the people he'd brought with him.

Spinning to her left, Natara allowed surprise to show on her face before she got rid of it. It was Iron Man, well Tony Stark in his suit. She spun as the rest approached. The Avengers.

"As far as I know, you guys only deal with world ending level threats. I wasn't aware I was that good." She allowed herself to smirk, smug arrogance radiating from her.

"We just wanna bring you in for some questioning," Captain America said calmly as he stepped forward. Her eyebrow lifted upwards.

"I don't recall having information you'd want. I'd know if I did. I like to keep track of things I have that others want." Her eyes landed on a familiar redhead and a grin graced Natara's features. "Hello again," She all but purred.