A/N: A Buckynat fanart gives me an inspiration scene for this and the artist's artwork. (And I really don't ship them.)
She raises the gun at that shadow figure before she can fire at that figure, it throws a knife at her gun to drop it, and it succeeds.
Without thinking she grabbed that knife that is thrown and ran toward it. Its reflex was fast so it quickly dodged her attack as she swing the knife at it.
She kicks it in the chest and it took a back step she took the opportunity to sweep the legs and try to finish it off. (Ok I'm skipping this fight.)
It was pinned down to the wall and Natasha was on its lap before she could finish off she froze 'Those eyes' she recognized those eyes is either Steve or...
"Stefan? what the hell are you doing here?" Natasha questioned but still holding the knife to place it in his neck as a warning.
He didn't want to answer right away so he need to say something. "I came here to finish you off," he said, Natasha not buying it, if he trying to finish her off, he would have sought on her and finished the job.
"Cut the bullsh*t why are you here for?" She asked again, Stefan sighed "Do you want to know?" He said.
"You always appeared in my "nightmare" which I'm petty sure there not anymore since you always came," he said. "You look so happy in it and you always call me Steve that's it," he said again she doesn't look like she by it.
"Uh fine, the real reason I'm here is that you might be the answer to my past," he said, and Natasha stared at him.
"What, why on earth I'll be the answer to you're passed?" Natasha said, coming closer to his face, dangerously closest.
"I need answers just like you, why would you think I was here for?" Stefan said leaning closer " I'm risking everything for you my великолепный Наталья.," he said with a smirk at the end of the Russian words.
"Do you know what even mean?" Natasha said that so she wouldn't get any hope in her. "Hmm my Gorgeous Natalia," he answers 'Don't give me hope.' she thought.
When Natasha realized she has been on his lap for too long and Stefan smirked "Does the black widow want to play?" he asked Natasha groaned out "Grow up." she said as she got up, he followed aswell.
"So what do I need to do to help you're memories," Natasha questioned Stefan thinking for a moment then a knock came "Hey Natasha you good?"
It's Wanda.
"Sh*t go gotta hide now," she said as she tried to push him away from the door. Once she is done with him she goes toward the door 'Don't think about him.'
"Hey Wanda, why are you here?" Natasha asked "I was checking up on you that's all." Wanda said, "I was a little worried about you."
"Don't worry about me Wands I'm fine I shouldn't yell at Stark like that I'll apologize to him soon," Natasha said Wanda is not fully convinced about it.
"Are you sure?" Wanda said still worried.
"Yeah Wanda I'm fine, hey I'm really tired I'll see you tomorrow night Wands," Natasha said.
"Night Natasha."
She closed the door right behind her and looked for Stefan "Where the hell are you?" Natasha said.
He was sitting on her bed looking at something, she sat right next to him and saw what is he looking at.
It was a picture of Steve and Natasha on a date, Stefan pointed at Steve and asked "Is this the man you loved?"
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