See you soon ~ Book 1 Natasha RomanoffxReader

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We all had scattered throughout the city. Natasha, despite my insistence we stay together, told me to go with Steve. So, I reluctantly agreed. Before Stark left, he gave me a gun. "I already have one, what's this for?" I asked. He guides the gun from his face. "Yeah, but this one packs more of a punch than the one you carry. When you're firing this, make sure you hit the target," Stark answers matter-of-factly. "I never miss, Stark. This gun better work," I reply, putting the gun in an additional holster. "And I always make the best," Stark remarks, holding an extra two magazines.

By the time we got to the lab, I had mostly healed. I wasn't in the best shape, but I could get around and fight. When we got to a safe distance from the lab, I grabbed Natasha and kissed her. She warned me to be careful, but I kissed her again, assuring nothing would go wrong. Then Steve and I exited the Quinjet, walking on top of a building overlooking the target. "Two minutes. Stay close," Steve instructs to the group. He looks at me. "You good to run?" he asks. "If you ever need to carry me, I'll owe you 50 dollars. I'm not drowning in riches, so let's go," I remark. Steve smiles, and we start making our way to the building.

When we get there, the power is out, and the building is empty. Steve and I run to find something. Steve then takes off. "Dr. Cho!" he kneels beside her. Her breathing is heavy, and she has a cut across her chest. "He's uploading himself into the body," she warns, her face tattered. "What?" I blurt, confused. "Where?" Steve asks. She closes her eyes. Steve begins to stand, but Cho grabs his arm. He pauses. "The real power is inside the Cradle. The Gem," she strains. "Its power is uncontainable. You can't just blow it up." She explains before taking another breath. "You have to take the Cradle to Stark," she instructs.

"First, I have to find it," Steve presses. "Go," she says. "We'll send help," Steve assures. Cho nods. "Did you guys copy that?" Steve asks Clint and Natasha through the comms. "We did," Clint answers. "I got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest. That could be him," Natasha adds. "There, it's a truck from the lab," Barton states. "Right above you, Cap, on the loop by the bridge. It's them," Barton confirms. "Got three with the cradle, one in the cab," Barton informs. I analyze the information. While I follow Steve out of the building on the street and up a ladder onto the highway. "I could take out the driver."

"Negative. That truck crashes, the gem could level the city," Steve protests. "We need to draw him out, Steve," I explain. "You hear that, Barton?" Steve confirms. We see the truck about to go under the bridge we are standing on. Steve runs and jumps onto the truck. I follow suit, grunting with the fall. I clutch my side and huff. I look and see Steve and the end of the truck.

Steve goes to the doors. Then, a blast opens the doors with Steve still on it. I stand and watch as the door is about to swing closed until another blast knocks Steve off the door into the air. I reach my arm out, but he falls too quickly on the remaining metal door. I crouch down, trying to maintain balance on the moving vehicle.

"Well, he's definitely unhappy. I'm gonna try to keep him that way," I hear Steve through my earpiece. "You're not a match for him, Cap," Barton detours. "Lia, be careful," Natasha adds. I roll my eyes. "I always am," I reply. I try to think of my next move, but then Steve is blasted onto another car.

Then Steve jumps up onto the truck from nowhere. We made a second of eye contact before a robot figure appears, Ultron. "You know what's in that cradle?" Ultron attempts to shoot us, but his blast is deflected by Steve's shield. "The power to make real change, and that terrifies you," Ultron states. "I wouldn't call it a comfort," Steve remarks before tossing his shield at Ultron. He takes it and flies right above the truck. "Tasha, we need some backup," I quickly call out before pulling out the gun Stark gave me and taking aim.