Track 35 - Smells Like Teen Spirit | Natasha Romanoff

chapter 7

Natasha had to say it, she had to. I needed to know. "What happaned?" I asked her softly. "I needed her to lead me to Dreykov." Natasha said quetly, her tone filled with saddnes and regret. "Dreykov's daughter was collateral damage." She said with the same tone and her eyes twiched and I could swear it on my life that I saw some tears in her eyes. "I needed her to be sure."

"Hey, I-" I said but Yelena cut into my word. "And here you are, not so sure."
"Yelena, прекрати это stop i" I said to her. "I needed out." Natasha said to Yelena. After that they stayed quite.

"Let's wait till it's night. Than he will be surely gone." I said and Yelena nodded and she just layed down, resting her head on her arms.

Around 2 or 3 hours had lassed since Yelena falled asleep. I almost did too but I figured that the reason of my tiredness was simply because of blood loss. My gaze was wet from blood and the stiches weren't the best.

I grabbed Yelena's shoulder and shook it a bit. "Wake up, we're leaving." I said and I looked over at Natasha who was already trying to move the fence floor away. After a few secinds of struggle she tossed it away and she jumped down. After her Yelena did, and it was up for me, and I realised that I'm gonna die from bleeding so I jumped and I surely almost callepsed on the ground.

"Hey are you okay?" Natasha asked me and I jest firmly held my side and she instantly noticed it. "Yelena go to the car and see if our stuff is still there." She said and Yelena walked away.

Natasha helped me up and I groaned from the sharp pain. "Hey it's okay." Natasha said, she tried to calm my by words but I knew she only did tgat because she felt bad for me, not because she really cared. We slowely got to the bathroom and she made me sit up next to the sink, what was on that marble stuff. (AN: I don't even know what's it called in my own language)

I sat there and she just looked into my eyes. "Take off your shirt." She said and I 'obeyed'. I took off my shirt and the wound she stiched up was wide open. "Okay, stay calm." She said and she just whashed her hands. I looked away for a moment because I felt something warm in my soul, than something warm on my cheecks but I quickly brushed it off.

She looked under the sink and there was a first aid kit. She opened it and there was some medical needle and thread and she moved closer to me. She was beetwen my legs and she took a deep breath and I felt her warm breath in my bare skin.

I clenched my jaw and I tried to think of something else, while she stiched me up. "I'm sorry." She said to me. "I don't need your pity." I said coldly. "It's not pity." "It is. You feel bad because, you stiched me before because you need me to find Dreykov.'

"No this is not true. And also, I'm doing it because I know that you did the same for me." She said and I just rolled my eyes. "Don't bring up the past. What is done is done." I said coldly. She stayed quite for a few minutes before she spoke again. "I agree. What is done is done." She said as she finished the stiches and she just got up and left me alone.

And I just sat there, with my stiched in my side with wound she stiched up, with her own hands.

Again.