The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter: Thirty-four

"My eyes refuse to watch you leave, so tears will blur the memory"
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Might end up rewriting this one at some point.

And sorry about this one x

Alarms blared around them and the Winter soldier was now an active threat.

"Evac all civilians. Get me a perimeter around the building, and gunships in the air."

The three Avengers made haste. Steve and Sam were gone too and if they could find them then they could find Barnes.

"Please tell me you brought a suit," Nat asked Tony, walking fast.

"Sure did. It's a lovely Tom-Ford, three-piece, two-button." Oh Gods
"I'm an active-duty non-combatant."

"Helpful," Natara hummed. She unzipped her own jacket, discarding it somewhere along the way. Her own suit was on underneath.

Suddenly another blonde, whose hair of course wasn't as pretty, rushed past them. "Follow me."

Natara was the only one hesitant to do so. But once she saw Nat take off she had no choice but to follow. "Who's 'me'?" She asked no one, her 'teammates' already ahead.

The alarms blaring around them triggered the assassin but she forced it all away. They followed the blonde and the general sound of human suffering.

Coming to a stop at what looked like a cafeteria, tables and chairs in the set up, Natara risked a glance at the commotion. Yep. Human suffering.
The winter soldier was leaving a trail of people behind him.

Despite her hatred for him Natara wasn't too keen to fight him herself. She took one look at the way he fought and couldn't help but notice no one got back up again. "This doesn't seem like too good an idea."

"We're in position."

Natasha's voice over the radio helped ease her a little bit. But at the same time it made things worse. As much as she didn't want to get involved in this, she didn't want Nat anywhere near it either.

Natara watched from the opposite side of the room as Tony took the soldier on, using what look like an iron man glove. She observed closely, deciding now would be a stupid time to join in. Tensely waiting it out.

Or at least that had been the plan. But of course Natasha decided to enter the equation with who appeared to be her new blonde sidekick.

"Agh, shit," She swore. Sprinting out from the wall she'd been behind Natara could only watch as the new blonde who she referred to as 'me' in her head quite literally flew into a table. That looked painful. Eh, shame.

Natasha had her legs wrapped around the winter soldier's neck, driving her elbow down into his head over and over again. He threw her off, slamming her onto a table and wrapping his hand around her neck. She struggled in his grip, blood circulation and breathing cut off.

The soldiers had to let go to catch a dagger thrown at him and looked up just in time.

"Idiot," Tara faulted. Because her little knife trick had cost him.
Natara sent her elbow towards his nose and the Winter Soldier only narrowly managed to bring his other hand up in time to avoid it.