The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 98 - Family Feud

The walk back to the trailer was awfully long. In the car, it had taken an hour to reach the bridge, and so with speedwalking and the occasional jog in an attempt to get there at a faster rate, it had taken four and a half hours. Both of their clothes were soaked through and remained that way throughout the journey due to the bitter cold of the Norwegian air. Their boots rubbed uncomfortably thanks to the wet socks, which only made the walk even more horrible.

Natasha and Eleanor both spared each other concerned glances during the four hours, with wet clothes and not many layers as is, the risk of hypothermia was high. Eleanor wished that she was back in the warmth of the car with the heater on full blast, happily on their way back to the trailer with a tank full of fuel. But things never seemed to go easy for them. The last simple year in the last ten years that she could recall was 2013, the year that they just worked and chilled in their new apartment.

The only talking that was done was checkups every now and then to make sure that the other hadn't gone into some sort of shock from the cold, the rest of the time was spent contemplating what had just happened and what was to come.

Natasha especially was shaken to the core by her past harshly ramming its way back into her life, and how she hated that Eleanor had been dragged into it too. Though her wife had made it clear many times in the past that she would follow Nat to the ends of the Earth and back. This was proven further by the way Eleanor gripped Nat's hand tightly, rubbing soothing circles on her knuckles as they ventured forward.

Eleanor wanted Nat to be okay, but she knew better than to push her to talk, so opted for her usual method of the love language of physical touch, the way to keep Nat grounded to reality instead of allowing her subconscious to wander down scary roads.

When they arrived at the trailer it was an incredibly quick pitstop. They had no idea who that attacker was on the bridge, or if they knew that Ross was hunting them down. So, to err on the side of caution, they were acting as though Ross knew their location. With guns in hand, they stalked up to the trailer and did a quick sweep of it before allowing themselves to put their weapons back in their holsters and pack their necessities away as quickly as they possibly could after getting changed into some fresh clothes.

Eleanor packed her weapons and enough clothes for a few days, a water bottle with an attached filter, along with some non-perishable food items all into her backpack. It was full to the brim, and it reminded her of the way that young kids stuff their bags full of items when they first start secondary school, making it look bigger than their entire bodies.

Natasha made sure that they had all of the documentation, ID cards, and passports for their new identities stashed safely away in her backpack, before they walked out hand in hand, a gun in their free one. After deciding that they weren't being followed they were able to walk more freely, taking it slow thanks to their feet being sore thanks to the old boots.

Their moral compass was going to be thrown slightly askew, but they had decided to steal a car. It took about half an hour to find one parked down the road thanks to a camping site. Eleanor visibly grimaced at the tent in the distance, who in their right mind would choose to camp in northern Norway?

They weren't completely evil though, they left 2.1k Norwegian Krones, the equivalent of 200 USD in a bag left carelessly by the tent door before breaking into the car and entering the nearest train station into the GPS. Eleanor groaned in the driver's seat seeing that it would be a three-hour drive with a ferry ride in the middle of it. Nat laughed at Eleanor's mini exhaustion-fuelled ramble at how Norway had too many gaps in the land.

Eleanor's voice was enough to lull Natasha into a well-needed sleep. The younger woman had continued rambling about various things for another few minutes before she turned to get Natasha's opinion on something, but ended up smiling gently at the sight of her sound asleep, her head resting on her seatbelt. Worried that talking would eventually wake her up, Eleanor resorted to humming a few songs on repeat to ensure that Nat would remain asleep for the three hours.