Chapter 23 - better

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Katerina PoV:
I'm in the med room and Dr Cho is looking at my shoulder. "Yeah this will work but you will need to be put under so I can get to the issue by cutting you open." She explained and I nodded. "Ok good can we get started." I asked and she nodded. "Relax, I'm gonna be fine." I reassured Natasha. "Yeah well you said that when you got shot in the shoulder so I'm gonna take that with a pinch of salt." She taunted me and I rolled my eyes. "ты знаешь, что ты взволнован, чтобы трахнуть меня." (You know you're excited to fuck me.) I taunted back and Bucky looked mortified. "Can you guys not while I'm in the room." He begged and I just laughed as I took my top off. I moved my bra strap off my shoulder so Dr Cho could use her magic machine.

"Would I be able to just be awake while u slice into my shoulder?" I asked as I put my hair up in a ponytail. "Yes but it will hurt." She told my but I shrugged. "Oh well." I said as I laid down.

She cut into my shoulder and I squeezed Natasha's hand. "How the fuck did I used do that to myself?" I joked but Natasha and Bucky didn't find it very funny. "Ok guys that was a good one." I told them as I looked at the unimpressed expressions on their faces. "I don't find you funny." Bucky said while looking extremely disappointed. "I think I'm very funny." I defended as Natasha just rolled her eyes.

The machine turned on and the feeling was unexplainable. "It will take a couple hours to finish." Dr Cho said and I nodded.

"Can I have my phone please?" I asked Natasha and she pulled it out her back pocket and handed it to me. Bucky sat in front of me and Natasha sat behind me so what I was doing on my phone was in view.

I went on a random website. After 20 minutes I had a few things in my cart.

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"I like that one." Natasha said pointing to the red 'dress'. "Me to." I replied looking up at her. "Too bad you won't be wearing it for to long." She whispered in my ear sending shivers down my spine but I didn't let her know that her words effected me. 

"I can hear you! Super soldier hearing!" Bucky complained and Natasha and I just laughed.

1 hour and 40 minutes later

"Ok it's all done." Dr Cho said turning the machine off. "Thank you so much, words cannot express how much this means to me." I said while I sat up. "You can go right back into the field, no rest necessary." Dr Cho said as I shook her hand. "Ok, thank you again." I replied as I walked out of the room with Natasha.

Bucky refused to let me pay. He threatened to shoot my other shoulder and I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic so I let him.

We went back to my room. "We are going on a date tonight." Natasha said as she plopped down on the bed. "Where?" I asked as I plopped down next to her. "Tonys party." She said and I nodded. "What time?" I questioned hoping it wouldn't interfere with my plans for tonight. "It starts at 8:30pm." She explained and I rolled my eyes. "That is a bit inconvenient." I said while getting up. "Why? What's more important than a date with your girlfriend?" She warily questioned. "Just things." I replied while getting changed. "Not tonight." She said realising what I was going to do. "Yes tonight, it's perfect." I explained as I went to walk out but she grabbed my wrist.

"Be at the bar by 9pm, ready." She said knowing there was nothing she could say or do that was going to stop me. "Deal." I responded grabbing my bag and going to borrow one of Tony's cars.

I needed a change go I was going to the shop to buy hair dye. I was thinking maybe black or brown. "What colour should I do?" I asked Natasha as I looked over the array of dyes on  the shelve. I couldn't do anything unnatural because as a spy you need to blend in. "I think you would look hot with dark brown hair." She said and I grabbed the box. "Thank you, will you help me when I get back?" I asked her and she laughed. "Yes of course, you would ruin the bathroom if you did it yourself." She explained and I rolled my eyes. "I'm not that bad!" I defended and she just laughed at me. "I love you goodbye." I said and waited for a response. "I love you too." She responded and I put the phone down. I payed and drove back.

I found Natasha in my room waiting for me. "Took you long enough." She joked and I rolled my eyes. "There was traffic!" I defended as we moved into the bathroom. "Ok fine, I'll let you off." She joked.

Once we were done I got in the shower while Natasha watched a film in my room.

After I was done I checked the time. It was 2:37. I decided I was gonna start getting ready for my 'plans'. I put my tight black jeans and a tight black long sleeved top on. When I left I was going to put my doc martens and a leather jacket on.

I was leaving at 3pm so I had a bit of time to do my hair. My hair has grown long enough to put it in Dutch Braids that look decent, so that's what I did.

I got a box out from under my bed and grabbed a gun. I made sure to check all the parts still work. I put it in my waist band and I put a knife in my shoe. I put my shoes as Natasha watched my every move.

"Please be careful." She said as she got up and placed her hands on my hips. "I'm always careful." I replied. "I'm serious Katya. I don't want you to go dark again." She said as her hands moved to my cheeks, forcing me to look at her. I knew exactly what she was on about by 'going dark'. When she found me with Clint I was just coming back.

"So am I. I have a reason to come home." I explained to her and she smiled. "Good." She responded and I gave her a hug. "Don't be late otherwise I'm coming to find you." She warned me and I rolled my eyes. "I will be fine Natasha." I reassured her knowing that if I did go missing she wouldn't be able to find me anyway. If I didn't want to be found, I wouldn't be. Or if Dreykov didn't want me to be found, I wouldn't be.

I'm taking him to the abandoned factory downtown. I already checked the area, no one ever goes there.

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