The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 97 - Bridge Over Troubled Water

The high-pitched ringing cut through Eleanor's skull at an alarming rate as she tried to open her eyes. They were squinted due to the pain, and all she could make out was darkness beneath her, terrifying within itself even if she couldn't see what it was. "Nat?", she groaned out in barely a whisper, her voice scratchy. So, she cleared her throat and tried again, ignoring her body screaming at her just to close her eyes and fall asleep, "Nat", she spoke, and this time she knew that it was loud enough for someone to hear.

Alarm bells were blaring in her head when there was no response after a few seconds, so with effort, she turned her head and her eyes snapped open as much as they could in her dazed state when she saw Natasha slumped forward in her seat, eyes pressed shut. "Nat", Eleanor lifted her arm and carefully shook her wife by her shoulder, trying not to jostle the car in the process and let them plummet to their deaths. Now that her brain was somewhat awake due to the adrenaline and fear, she was well aware that they were half-danging off of the bridge, her heart pumping at a dangerous rate in her chest whenever the car made a creaking noise.

"Natasha", she said again and breathed out a sigh of relief when Nat let out a small whine as she woke up, clearly feeling the effects of the crash on her own head too. It took a few minutes for her to get her bearings, but as soon as her eyes opened fully and she too saw the river below them along with feeling the car slowly rocking back and forth her head whipped around to face Eleanor. "Are you okay?", she raised her hand and brushed the fallen strands of hair out of Eleanor's face. "Yeah, are you?", the younger woman asked with a frown, Nat had been passed out for a few seconds longer than she had.

Nat answered with a small nod as her breathing picked up slightly whilst taking in the gravity of the situation. Unfortunately, it was likely going to be gravity that gave them their demise. Though Nat soon saw something that made her panic harder, and she began desperately clawing at her seatbelt to get it undone. Eleanor didn't have a clue of what was going on, but Natasha was clearly freaked out about something, "What's going on?".

A response did not make an appearance. As soon as Nat's seatbelt was undone, she fell forward, her hands hitting the bonnet of the car, and the yellow container for the petrol went tumbling out and down into the water below. Both women gasped as Nat clung to the car, and Eleanor clung to Nat, the vehicle tilting back and forth like some terrifying pirate ship swing at a theme park.

"Someone's here", Nat breathed out as she turned to face Eleanor, answering the earlier question with a big delay. Eleanor moved forward ever so slightly and saw that there was in fact someone marching towards them past the trail of flames that the car had left in the crash. Panic flooded her veins as she took in the sight of this stranger. They were tall, very tall, and wore a mask that slightly resembled that of a skull, with navy and silver armour. Whoever they were knew what they were doing and clearly had the supplies in which to do it.

"Oh fuck me", the younger woman muttered as Nat started pushing herself back into the passenger seat, the car tilting back in their favour as she did so. Eleanor gave her a desperate look, urging her to be careful, to which Nat gave her a small nod as she pulled out her gun that was concealed in her trousers.

During this ordeal, Eleanor felt completely and utterly trapped. The seatbelt that was trying to push her back into her seat felt suffocating, and the car itself felt like a vessel of death. She was trying hard to keep her chest from completely restricting, but with Nat now front and centre in the confrontation with this stranger it was a difficult task.

Before she could spiral any further Natasha gave her a small nudge with her foot and held her arm out, signalling for her to start the ascent to the back of the car too. Eleanor gulped but nodded, if she stayed acting like a weight at the front then it was certain death for her, there was no doubt about it. So, she took a heavy breath in and unbuckled her seatbelt. Natasha's breath hitched as Eleanor fell and the side of her body slammed into the dashboard, but luckily she managed to grab onto the headrest bar of her chair and so didn't fall all of the way out.