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...
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Natasha stood in the bathroom, looking in the mirror. She was tired, and she looked it; she tried to wash away the fatigue. Being on the run, there was never any time to rest. She'd got too comfortable over the years, she realised, because this time already felt harder, but she knew where she was going, and there was at least some comfort in that. She didn't regret her decision; it had been the right choice. The outcome, however, had not been predictable, and she felt awful. She'd heard the super soldiers Steve and James had gone to stop were already dead on arrival, and then the worst thing that could have happened did happen. Tony found out that James was responsible for the death of his parents and that, perhaps worse still, Steve already knew. He'd pieced it together just as she had, but without James's first-hand account, but it was as she expected.
The inevitable she and James had foreseen had come to pass, and the fallout from the look of Tony's injuries was worse than she'd imagined. They were so stubborn, both of them. Steve had never returned. He'd gone to Wakanda with King T'Challa and James. Sadly, she did not have that option; her betrayal of T'Challa would need more time before she could knock on that door, so it was on the run. Steve had contacted her and asked if she was OK. She was the one he wasn't worried about. It was everyone else in the floating prison they both worried about. Keep herself safe, that's what he'd said. She'd asked about James, back in a cryostasis chamber, his own choice. Natasha wasn't surprised; James's guilt before had been breaking him. He didn't trust himself, and apparently, that fear had been well-founded, but she hated the idea of him being back on ice. Maybe T'Challa could help undo what had been done. She was currently reflecting on these thoughts in the tiny cubicle until her phone notifying her that Ross and a team were in her building interrupted her thoughts.
"Don't do this. Come after me. You're embarrassing yourself."
She was countries away. Ross was too cocky. She exited the bathroom, heading for the deck of the ferry. She placed her phone on the side before causally sliding it into the water with a splash. She'd be able to contact those she needed soon enough. Ross would never find her, not unless she wanted him to.
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Natasha was on her way into town to get fuel for her generator. The lack of fuel ruined her evening of James Bond and pot noodles when something she'd encountered before happened again. Her car overturned on a bridge, she assumed by an agent belonging to Ross, but it didn't take long to realise it wasn't. He fought like Steve and James and T'Challa and her; strong and fast, he was after a box in her trunk full of post from her safe house in Budapest. Specifically, a case containing vials it turned out her sister Yelena had sent her—time to return to Budapest.
