* 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 * (NatxOC)

~10~

Steve stared at the vending machine, hood up, a worried expression painting his face as panic spread out through every inch of his body.

In the reflection of the glass appeared Natasha, very obnoxiously chewing a piece of gum.

Gum.

That was what Steve hid the drive behind.

He turned to face her, waiting for the passing doctor to be out of sight, before he pushed her into the door behind her which forced it open.

Natasha was stuck between Steve's muscular body and the wall behind her, grunting as she tried to free herself.

"Where is it?" Steve asked, pulling his hood down as his expression grew serious.

"Safe."

"Do better." Steve remembered Fury telling him not to trust anyone, and for all Steve knew that could have included Natasha.

"Where did you get it?" Natasha asked.

"Why would I tell you?" Steve responded, Natasha scanning his face for an answer.

"Fury gave it to you, why?"

"What's on it?"

"I don't know."

"Stop lying." Steve's grip on the girl tightened, becoming more aggressive.

"I only act like I know everything Rogers."

Steve turned to the door, hearing the noise of a cart, but as it passed he had turned back to Natasha.

"I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates, didn't you?"

Natasha covered her shock, replacing it with a masked expression. "Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you."

Again, Steve's grip grew more aggressive.

"I'm mot gonna ask you again."

Natasha's breaths grew laboured, feeling nervous to reveal her information.  "I know who killed Fury." Steve stared at her in shock, the silence urging her to continue.  "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years."

"So he's a ghost story."

"Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tyres near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there, I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me." Natasha lifted her shirt, a nasty scar revealed beneath it. "Soviet slug. No rifling, Bye-bye bikinis."

"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now." Steve's tone was dripping with sarcasm.

"Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried. Like you said, he's a ghost story." Natasha held up the drive, Steve taking it from her.

"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."

"Did you drive here?"

"No, I called a cab, why?" Steve asked.

"Well, we don't have a ride, because you're now a fugitive and if they find me, they'll interrogate me and we'll be losing time. Neither of us can go to get a Shield car."

"Oh, well I can handle that."

"You called Rosie to chauffeur fugitives around?" Natasha whisper yelled, getting into the all-too familiar car.

"Hey, I may not be an Avenger but that's by choice. I can very well defend myself."

"Yeah, because of us." Natasha responded, pulling the seatbelt of the passenger seat around her.

"I don't like that tone missy, I'll have you know I've been able to defend myself since my training long before you guys."

"I thought your friend taught you?" Steve questioned.

"Oh. Well, she did. That counts as training, and I had HYDRA training. I just never did any of their dirty work." Rosie caught herself in her lie.

"That doesn't sound like a very HYDRA thing to do." Natasha pointed out.

"Well anything to keep their other precious weapons loyal. Now, buckle up. Destination?"

"Rosie, you stay here in the car. We'll be right back." Natasha protectively said.

"Yeah yeah, I know." Rosie rolled her eyes, with Steve chuckling in the background. She watched the two walk into the building together and, judging by their expressions, arguing lightly. She assumed it was about her, which caused her tk chuckle.

Pressing the button on the car, music emitted through the built in speakers. She shook her head, deciding this song wasn't good. Her face then scrunched up in disgust as this one was even worse, so she decided to grab the wire and connect her phone instead. This allowed for her to play her own playlists.

She was growing bored though, sitting in one position so she decided to text her siblings and, to her relief, Wanda had responded immediately.

Poison Ivy
I'm so bored

Wicked witch of the West
Haha
What are you doing?

Poison Ivy
Not my crush
*insert a disappointed sigh*

Wicked witch of the West
Ew
Are you being sarcastic?
Did you just... you know, with Nat?!

Rosalie laughed at Wanda's innocence, refusing to say the word. However, she also scoffed that Wanda would think it's Nat. But she wasn't wrong, her siblings both knew she liked Natasha.

Downgrade Flash
You did what now with who now?!

Poison Ivy
Okay, A where did you even come from?
B, I didn't fuck anyone, much less Nat.
And C, I'm just outside the apple store jeez

Wicked Witch of the West
Oh, is something wrong with your phone?

Poison Ivy
Nawh, just thought I'd blow Stark's money

Downgrade Flash
I'm proud of you baby sis
Little disappointed that you didn't invite me
It's fine, I'll blow some of Clint's later

Poison Ivy
Not too much though, he still has a family
also isn't rich like Stark is

Downgrade Flash
Fine
FYI, you're a buzzkill

Rosalie let a laugh escape her lips, however her expression had completely dropped when she noticed the familiar HYDRA soldiers running into the building.

She ducked immediately, prepared to call Nat and warn her. She assumed that's who Natasha and Steve were hiding from. Maybe calling would fuck it up and do the complete opposite of what she wanted it to do.

What was Rosalie getting herself into?

What did HYDRA want with Nat and Steve?

Why the fuck was she hiding?

She sat back up, realising they weren't looking for her. She wasn't an Avenger, nor did she look like the Rosalie they knew. She quickly had decided to come up with a plan, quickly forming into a misty like form for the longest amount of time that she could.

Two seconds.

But it was enough to get her out of her usual clothes, her disappointment of a suit underneath, ready for when she had to play hero. She got out the car, using her power of wind to help her defy the laws of gravity.