Set between Captain America the Winter Soldier and Captain America Civil War.
Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow is on a mission hunting down Rumlow and his ex-hydra strike team. Injured and on her way to a safe house she comes across someone unexpe...
"Tell me you brought a suit," Natasha asked Tony as they hurried down the darkened hallway. This had been a setup, and James, no, not James, the Winter Soldier was loose. They didn't stand a chance of containing him without a suit and weapons.
"Sure did. It's a lovely Tom Ford. Three-piece. Two-button. I'm an active-duty noncombatant."
"Follow me," Agent Thirteen said, leading the way.
"We're in position," Natasha whispered to Tony. He'd got a piece of his suit and some stun weapons, but nothing more helpful than that. Natasha watched from a hidden recess as James brutalised his way through the task force members. She'd known the Winter Soldier wasn't responsible for the bombing, and had James been the Winter Soldier when the task force had apprehended him, they would never have succeeded; they'd never have taken him at all and kept their lives. Steve had been right. Only the Avengers would've gotten close to being able to take him at all. James had come of his own volition and allowed himself to be caged. The arrest had been a facade that the task force had been totally unaware of.
Tony stepped forward and blasted James. It made him pause and shake his head but nothing more as he took a gun from a task force member. The second blast made him kneel on the floor briefly, but that was it. Tony engaged, and a gunshot went off. Natasha gasped in alarm, but thankfully, Tony was still standing. He'd dismantled the gun and hit James across the face with it. James barely flinched before he struck Tony hard in the face and then pounded him in the chest, launching him back into a table and chairs; Tony was out. This was her and Agent Thirteen's cue. Agent Thirteen got in the first hit. She was good but nowhere near good enough. Natasha didn't hold back. She went straight for the sweet spot between James's legs. His eyes seemed to register some kind of brief pain. It didn't last. He threw Sharon onto a table and Natasha took the opportunity to wrap her legs around his neck and attempt to choke him as she repeatedly struck him as hard as she could in the head. It had no impact. He flung her back on a table and began to strangle her with his metal arm.
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"You could at least recognise me," she spluttered, trying to hold the full force of his arm from breaking her neck.
She knew he didn't. There was nothing there. His eyes were focused on whatever mission he thought he was on. There was no sign of James. The Winter Soldier was going to kill her.
Mercifully, he was shoved off by T'Challa, and Natasha collapsed to the floor in a heap, gasping for air.
-X-
"Uhh," Bucky's head throbbed like a hangover, but he didn't get hangovers, not anymore. He went to rub his face and realised he couldn't really move. He turned his head to see what he'd already conceived; his left arm, his metal arm, was gripped in a vice.
"Hey, Cap!" he heard someone shout.
Steve entered with Sam and groaning further, Bucky tried to straighten up.
