[2] Just A Lost Girl | Avallone the Avenger

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

"Which one of you is Avallone?" He yelled, pointing the gun firstly at Natasha and then at me. I had a feeling he knew who it was. None of us moved as we looked at each other.
"Tell me!" The man screamed again, pulling the safety lock off the gun, which was still aimed at me. I swallowed the lump that was forming in my throat.
"I - I am." I said, my voice shaking and my knees wobbling. I don't know why I just said that. This man was obviously sent here to kill me, and I just admitted it.
Lowering the gun, the man smiled evilly. "Very good. Just a moment, miss." He aimed the gun at Natasha's leg and fired, hitting her lower right leg. She screamed in pain, and I screamed too, but that was because the man had grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder.
He walked out of the room, and I couldn't see Nat anymore.
Please don't bleed to death.
"Now, this won't hurt a bit, deary." The man said, towering over me with his gun.

Natasha's P.O.V.
I screamed as the bullet hit my leg, and I could faintly hear Avallone screaming too. Tearing my eyes away from the wound in my leg, I saw the man walk out with Avvy slung across his shoulder.
Crying out I tried to follow her, but my right leg flowered immediately with more pain, and I collapsed to the ground just a metre away from the doorway.
"Now, this won't hurt a bit, deary." The man said. I heard Avallone take a deep breath, and I waited for what happened next.
It came in slow motion. I covered my ears with my hands and screamed out in anger. The sound of the gun being fired shook my whole body and sent the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I knew there was nothing I could do to save her, so I slowly crawled towards the telephone, which lay on the other side of the room.
Each movement was agony, which only increased the need for an ambulance. It was ironic. The more I moved towards getting help, the more I needed it.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, I reached the phone and dialed the emergency number. I explained to them what had happened, where I was, and that I needed assistance immediately. I also told them that my friend was shot by a stranger. But, when they asked me to describe the details of her death, I realised that I didn't actually see her die, I just heard it.
"That's not enough, sorry. We will have the police question you further. An ambulance is already on its way." The girl on the either side of the phone said before hanging up.
Slamming the phone back onto the receiver, I slumped onto the floor, my breathing getting shallower and shallower. They needed to get here right now, or I could die.
Finally I heard sirens and the slamming of doors.
"Miss!" A voice shouted, making my head hurt. I turned towards two young men holding a stretcher. They gently put me on top and carried me out into the hallway.
I searched for the sign of a body, but there was none. Avallone. . .

Hours later, I woke up in the hospital, my head pounding. "Uggh." I said, trying to form words, but my tongue felt as thick as syrup, and my limbs hung lifelessly around me. Was I paralyzed?
My eyes flew open and I scanned the room francitcally. "You're just drowsy from the anesthesia we gave you to perfom a small operation on your leg." The doctor in the corner informed me.
"Did - did you find my friend's body?" I asked, my voice thick and choked. He shook his head anc continued to scrawl notes onto a clipboard. What was so important that he was writing down instead of finding Avallone!
I clenched my fists. The anesthesia was wearing off. "Find her!" I screamed, the drowsiness leaving my voice. The doctor jumped and turned to me. "There is nothing that I can do, I'm a doctor not a police officer."
"Find her," I whimpered now, in a small voice. I can't afford to lose my best friend after losing so much already. I just can't. "Find her." I said, whispering now. I don't think he heard me, because he left the room without saying goodbye.
I looked out of the window to find that I couldn't see the Eifel tower. "W -where am I?" I asked a nurse who had just walked in. She looked suprised, and I don't know why.
"Why, your in Paris, dear." She said, nonchalantly, walking over to the window and pulling the curtains shut. "Hey, I was looking-"
"Shutup, bitch." The nurse screeched, walking towards me. I freaked, knowing all my weapons would have been taken off of me. It just has to be fist power now.
The 'nurse' lunged at me, but I grabbed her neck, bringing her to the floor. I was out of my bed, and I slammed her head on to the floor, countless times. Now, her blood was on my hands and my bare feet.
Quickly, I grabbed my clothes which were draped over the chair, and pulled them on before racing out of the hospital. My leg was burning by the time I reached the entrance, but I kept going, for Avallone.
Knowing that I needed my weapons, I went straight to the hotel room. Once armed, I searched for any clues. Nothing.
"Damnit!" I screamed, throwing a chair at the wall. There was no leads, I couldn'd find or do anything for Avallone. She was gone.

"Natasha, wait wait, repeat that!" Clint yelled over skype. I shook my head, on the verge of tears. I just told him the whole story and I don't feel like telling it again.
"I can't Clint. She's gone. I can't." I said, not really making sense, but he would understand. He always does. "Okay Nat, just calm down. I'll get Tony and Bruce looking for her immediately. I'll contact Steve and Thor-"
"No! I'm doing this alone. If I don't come back, then tell the others what happened." I said, before cutting the conversation. I didn't want to hear his reply, I knew what it would be anyway.
I just needed her.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, I know that Natasha has been a pretty big bitch in the first one and so far, and I just want to make it clear that that's not really how I wanted her to seem. I guess that's just how she turned out though.
So, I like leaving you guys in suspense. Just keep reading though!
Author out.
Forever Wandering