The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Four

"Our eyes met and suddenly I forgot how to breathe."
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"Good news, you're officially on probation." Tony watched her through the glass of her cell. The assassin lying on the bed and twirling a dagger. The same one Nat had been playing with before they'd gotten to Natara. He didn't dwell on the connection of the two and their murder weapons.

At his words, Natara sat up. Her eyes narrowing in both suspicion and confusion. "What?"

Tony unlocked her cell and walked in, watching the blonde cock her head with predatory focus. He remained cool. "We're paying Ulysses Klaue a visit and hopefully bringing Ultron in. You're helping."

"And why would I do that?" Natara was bored again. Her momentary interest fading. She had no intention of joining their superhero club.

Tony looked around in mock question. "Well I don't see much else for you to do. Unless you want to stay in a cell."

Her jaw clenched and she surveyed the man closely before raising her eyebrows slights. "I don't have my suit."

"We have plenty."

She gave an unimpressed look. "Your suits are not my suit."

He sighed but could see she wasn't going to budge. "It's in that apartment you were staying at?" If she was surprised that he knew where she'd been living, she didn't show it. Tony only received a nod. "Ten minutes. We leave in 15."

She furrowed her brows in confusion but he just left. After looking around for a while and trying to figure out what he'd meant, a suit of Tony's walked in with a folded suit in it's arms. It entered and put the suit in her arms before turning around. Natara's head tilted slightly and a small smile fought to make its way to her lips but she just undressed before putting her suit on.

"You didn't rifle through my stuff when getting this, did you?" A flash of irritation went through her at the idea. She received no reply from the iron suit and quickly worked her fingers through her hair.

Natara looked down at herself. Her neck-to-toe black outfit was all made from the same dark fabric. It was like a suit of armour, only skintight and with no sheen to it. She didn't known what it was made from, had never asked.

She mentally checked her self, feeling the weight of her weapons where they were concealed and mentally making sure that they were all there. They were so expertly hidden that if someone were to pat her down they might think it were merely ribbing. All it took was a type of downward sweep and an extra flick of the wrist, and a narrow blade would shoot out from a conceled flap on her forearm. There were several maneuvers that would both release numerous weapons throughout her suit, and put them back. All of which she knew perfectly, now merely muscle memory.

The jagged edges and grooves on the soles of her boots made them perfect for climbing. And the interior was made from a fabric that kept her feet at body temperature, even if she were to walk through a pool of water and get them soaked. There were blades comceled in them as well and they were utterly silent.

Natara allowed her eyes to wonder to her chest, the part of it where her heart was beating and gently lay a hand over it. She could feel the steady rhythm beneath her hand, always steady, due to her breathing which she kept regular at all times. She knew that the interior of the suit had vibranium in it, only over her heart, protecting it and protecting her. It had been a gift, the first she'd ever gotten.

Slinging her belt over her hips and putting a gun in its holster on her thigh, Natara checked she had all her weapons, none of which the Avengers had taken away from her. She grit her teeth at the offense their decision caused her. Did they truly think she wouldn't be able to put up a fight if it came to it? She'd kill them just for their stupidity.

Despite her suit being both armour and an armoury, Natara still carried weapons on her person, the exterior of her suit. Her favourite daggers occupied her belt, the one she'd thrown at Natasha all that time ago being in the front, easiest to reach.

Her hair had two small plaits running from her hair line before joining the rest of her hair which was tied into a full pony. She couldn't help the pleased smile that graced her lips. She knew she looked good.

Without a word, the suit walked forward and opened her celldoor. Natara merely graced through it and followed the suit as it undoubtedly led her to the rest of the Avengers, not hiding her smirk when she felt their eyes drag along her figure as she entered. Except for one. One pair made her feel as if she were burning, and she knew before she even looked up who they'd belong to.

Nat's mouth seemed to have dried out as she tried to swallow. Fuck. She'd always found Natara attractive, beautiful actually. Even when they'd first met and she'd had a knife to her throat. But this- Nat knew in that moment that she'd hold every woman to the standard that was Natara. The way that suit hugged her body and the black made her hair and eyes shine. The things that ran through her head right now were enough to make a grown man blush red. Their eyes met and Nat found her own feelings mirrored back at her in those breathtaking green eyes. It suddenly became an effort to breathe. She couldn't even bring herself to fake nonchalance and it took everything in her to drag her eyes away from the mesmerizing woman across from her.

"Who made your suit?" Tony asked, not being able to help but admire the woman in front of him and the skills of whoever had made her suit. He watched as Natara blinked, her eyes having been on Nat before looking at him, seeming slightly dazed in a way he hadn't seen since he'd met her.

Natara cleared her throat, focusing. "It was a gift. Pretty, isn't it?"

"We don't have time for this," Steve interrupted. He looked at the blonde. "You're sticking with me, where I go, you go. Got it?"

"Why am I going in the first place? What happened to waiting for the authorities to handle me?" She asked, genuinely curious.

Steve looked right at her. "We're gonna need all the help we can get. But like I said, you stick with me. I don't trust you enough to leave you on your own."

A flash of teeth as she smiled. "Smart choice."

Using this A/n as a Natara appreciation post. Like I said in the last one, I fucking love her. I know you guys don't know much about her- hardly anything at all actually- yet. But she has easily got the darkest past out of every character I've ever written. And this woman has gone through absolute hell.

I have so much I want to do with her and have already written A LOT of snippets and things for the future. But I just love this character and can't wait for you guys to truly get to know her.

Aside from that, I hope you guys enjoyed. And please don't forget to comment. :)