The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Twenty-Four

"You and I, we may be raging storms but we are undeniably each other's tranquility."
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Third person POV

The wind howled outside, the air cold and unforgiving, slamming against the window panes of the building three people resided in.

A blonde assassin slept, back against the wall and head leaning to the side, something she'd regret later on. And her redheaded partner occupied the bed across the room, eyebrows furrowed and legs twisted in the blankets.

They were safe and warm, enclosed in a space out of reach from the storm outside. The moon was fill, shining through the gaps in the curtains and basking certain areas of the room in white hazy light.

Natasha's frown deepened while she dreamed, her movements becoming more apparent. Natara slept soundly and unknowingly against the wall.

Noises of discomfort and stress started to grow louder, the blanket covering Natasha's legs wrapping around more securely, something that had the unconscious Avenger growing more panicked.

Natara stirred, a crease forming between her brows and her eyelids fluttering. The cramp in her neck was now becoming felt.

She might've drifted back to sleep in that moment if she hadn't heard the increasing sound of panic across from her. Her eyes opened fully, green irises now seen. They immediately darted to the bed across from her own.

Natasha's POV

The staircase was familiar, winding downwards and causing her heart to speed up, each step hesitatant. It was cold, as if outside during the night time, each breeze like ice against bare skin. Nothing made much sense, everything familiar yet she'd never before been here. There were people around her, people she knew, or at least she thought she did.

A familiar music reached her ears and Natasha found herself following it. But then the scene changed and she was on a field, huge and green. There was a man next to her. "Clint," She reprimand, and the archer held his hands up in defense, walking backwards with a grin on his face.

Again, the scene changed. It did so a few times, some places causing a familiarity to stir. She walked into a quiet room where a woman she recognized stood, shirt stained scarlet.

Panic surged inside of her and Nat immediately rushed forwards, the blonde collapsing before she could reach her. Her knees skidded along the ground, the impact not felt, and her fingers gripped the stained white fabric with urgency.

And then everything went dark, alleyways appearing, each of them winding. There was a panic in her chest... caused by what, she didn't know.

And then she was running, certain someone was chasing her. Adrenaline and pure fear had her heart thundering. But she couldn't move fast enough, her body and surroundings betrayed her at every turn. Her heart skipped a best when something gripped her arm and she jolted, gasping.

Shared POV

"Shh, shh, it's okay. You're okay."

Natasha's eyes darted around her, feeling sick and anxious. Her brain finally managed to make sense of her situation and she let out a deep breath.

A pair of green eyes were inches away from her own and a familiar scent invaded her hightened senses. She relaxed slightly and took a few seconds to orient herself, body still jumpy.

Not once did Natara's eyes leave the redhead's face, taking every feature in.

She knew that if she had to rest her hand against Natasha's chest right now she would feel her heart racing.