Stranger~ Natasha Romanoff

Part 10

It was getting harder and harder not to close my eyes. My eyelids were getting heavy, the strength in my arms that allowed me to squeeze my cut was gone. My legs were bouncing, my breath was shaking, I could barely breathe properly. I was starting to have a panic attack, great... This is all I needed...

Just as I was beginning to lose the last shred of hope that she would find me, I see a motorcycle pull up to the small street. The person is standing and her eyes are on my lying body. I can't see her features very well yet because the night is very dark, I can only perceive her silhouette and her red hair falling down her back. She runs towards me, kneeling at my height.

I don't even have the strength to turn my head to look into her eyes.

I feel one of her hands placed behind my head while the other one grabs me by the waist. She lifts me up a little bit in order to sit me against the wall. She puts her other hand on my cheek and turns my head a little so I can look at her.

I finally look into her eyes, my breathing still ragged, tears starting to fall. "Hey- hey дорогой, look at me." She says softly.

I slowly look into her eyes again. I've seen those eyes before, but I can't remember where. Surely because I can't think straight, the lack of blood in my body doesn't allow me too. My breathing is uninterrupted by the tremors, which get worse, heavier, second after second.

Suddenly, I feel her take me in her arms, holding me so close to her chest that I can hear her heartbeat. "I'm going to count to ten, every time I say a number, you take a deep breath. Can you do that for me, honey?" I nod and she starts counting. "One...two...three...," I catch my breath and feel myself calming down. Finally, she stops counting. "...Ten." She releases our embrace, wiping away the last tear that rolled down my cheek.

I was so focused on what she was doing that for a minute I forgot the pain in my stomach. I don't have time to think about what's about to happen that she has already taken off her shirt, leaving her with a black tank top. She wraps her shirt around my stomach and ties it, she then places one of her hands on my jaw. "We have to get out of here. Is it okay if I take you somewhere safe so I can take care of the cut? ". I don't even take a minute to think about it that I give her a nod.

She pulls me by the arms, allowing me to stand while leaning on her side. She leads me to her motorcycle and helps me sit in the back. She makes sure I'm at least a little comfortable and sits down across from me. I put my arms around her waist, gripping her for some stability. She starts to roll down the dark streets of New York.

I look around, trying to erase the pain by thinking about something else. I feel the wind hitting my face, my hair flying behind me.

I keep visualizing her face, her eyes, her nose, all her features, at least the ones I got to see with the little light that was there... But something prevents me from remembering what it is, damn it. This damn guy only hits me twice in the face and I'm standing there, not remembering anything.

We continue to drive when suddenly she stops. Why are we stopping here? She got off the motorcycle and grabbed me by the arms, getting me off the seat.

I look up to see what building it is until I realize. I realize everything. Everything makes sense now... her... why I felt like I had seen her before... All the strange things she told me via text make sense now... I understand it all. I should have understood sooner.

I was standing at the foot of the Stark Tower, standing next to her.

The mysterious girl I've been texting back and forth with all this time.

This girl that I now know, is actually Natasha Romanoff.