Nightmares and Recovery

VIII

A/N: Hey everyone!!! Happy Tuesday to you all. Well I hope you enjoyed the last chapter and have some clue who is Nat's friend is. Well today is the day. I'm going to introduce you the friend.

3rd Person

It's been two years since I lost her. I told her I was coming back and to wait. But instead when I got back she was gone. It was at the New York State Fair. Far too crowded and loud. But I wanted to take to the fair as a congratulations on passing her gun license exam. "Hey Nat we've got to." I began to say. But she was nowhere to be found. "Nat?!?" I said loudly while walking towards a crowd of people. "Excuse me, NAT?!?" I yelled once more this time running and pushing people.

From that day on, I filled out a missing person report to the police. "Ah yeah, we'll look into it, son." That's what they all say but they never do. A couple of months, I eventually told her sister about what happened. At first, she blamed me. Then she wanted to help me. So we went out looking for Natasha. All day and going on two weeks, we've been putting up flyers, social media posts and hoping that someone might call us. To call us about Natasha being alive and well.

-Present Day-

That morning well it was 2:30am, my phone rang vigorously before I picked it up.

"Hello? Who is this?" I answered.

A gruff voice answered, "Yes, you don't know me but uh I may have found your friend."

I squinted my eyes in suspicion before scratching my head.

"Yeah well. Which friend? I have many of them." I shot back clearly agitated about having my sleep taken away from me.

"Your missing one."

I clenched the phone. "Where are you?? And how do I know you have her and this is not a prank, pal?"

The guy sighed. "I assure you this is no prank. Now is her name Natalia Alianovna Romanova. But she goes by Natasha Romanov, born in 1984. She has a younger sister named Yelena Belova. You put up a missing person flyer on the wall. So I'm calling you to let you know that we have her. And she's safe. She's in Westchester, New York." The guy said.

Everything was right. Her date of birth and her name.

"May I ask how are you in relation to Miss Romanov?"

I cleared my throat. "I'm a very close friend and partner of hers."

"Okay. What's your name then?" The guy asked.

"What's yours?" I cut in.

The guy chuckled. "My name is Charles Xavier. May I ask for your name, sir?"

"It's Clinton Francis Barton. But I go by Clint Barton."

The phone called ended.

I breathed in harshly before letting out tears.

"She's alive...." I muttered.

I heard footsteps coming my way. I draw my gun aiming at the person. Turns out it was Yelena.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked in annoyance.

I sighed while sitting down on the bed.

"They found her." Was I said to her.

A/N:

YAY!!!! Whoever said that the friend was Clint you are correct!!!

Also I thought about bringing Yelena in here as well.

So yeah we have Clint and Yelena looking for Nat!!!

Whoa-yahoo!!!

See you soon on Next Tuesday!!!

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