Special Touch Part: Three

Chapter Thirty-Three

"Right here?" You asked with raised eyebrows, your voice giving off your disbelief, "In fucking Manhattan?"

"I have a team on stan-"

You put a hand up to stop him and it actually worked, making agent Hill cock her eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. He looked disgruntled by your cut off, but he sat back from where he went to get up, gesturing for you to say your peace.

"Address," You demanded, letting out a sigh when he hesitated, "They'll see your 'undercover' agents coming from a mile away, send me in alone and they won't know what hit them – but I assure you, it'll be my perfect ass."

"It's risky." Hill warned, but you didn't take offense because she wasn't wrong.

"I'll give you an hour head start," He pointed up at you, narrowing his eye, "But if anything happens to one civilian or my agent-"

"You'll skin me alive," You rolled your eyes with a smile, nodding, "Yes, yes, love you too."

He texted you the address of the supposed building they were keeping her in after tracking a bunch of crap you couldn't care less about, you just wanted your feisty redhead back, and you got ready.

The second, literally the second, your foot stepped outside the tower, your phone starting ringing and you fished it from your pocket, furrowing your eyebrows at the unknown number, but picking it up anyway.

"Hello, Y/n Romanoff." A deep, slimy voice came out before you could say anything and a pit was in your stomach just doing its thang, making you feel uneasy and whatnot.

"Who is this?"

"We have your wife."

"I could say 'no, she has you', but you're making this some bad Liam Neeson movie and I'm weirdly addicted to those, so," You scoffed, your voice oddly even, "What do you want?" You glanced around, "Can you see me?"

"If you show up without meeting my demands, she dies," They ignored your questions, "If you fail to meet said demands, she dies, and if you contact SHIELD, the FBI, or any law enforcement, she-"

"Dies," You finished with an eye roll, "Yeah, I get it, so you gonna put her on the phone or what?" You paused, but when they didn't continue, you added, "This your first time? Oh, my bad, I'll be gentle," Your tone was condescending and then you cleared your throat, "I need proof of life before I hear your lame demands of, lemme guess, money? A private plane out of the country?"

"You have one minute, don't try anything stupid." You heard them say before there was some movement.

They wouldn't waste this much time on the phone if they feared being traced, so they already knew you were coming.

Screw element of surprise, I guess.

"Y/n?" Natasha's voice made you soft, you had missed it so much.

"Hey, babe," You smiled with tears pricking at your eyes, "Been a bit."

"Yeah." She agreed shortly, eyeing the person with resentment because they were keeping her from you.

"You good? Need some help?" You asked casually, knowing your badass wife rarely needed assistance, but you were already hotwiring Steve's little car, mumbling to yourself, "How the fuck does he even fit in this thing?"

"Mm, not really," She kept it vague, "Just a little tied up."

"Hot. What we talking here? Rope? Zip ties? Those weird elastic things – oh my god, why did that remind me of condoms?"