The Unknown Soldier (N.R)

Chapter 18

I walk down the same hallway of the same hospital I was in just hours earlier only this time I'm not here to see anyone. I walk with a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, with the hood up, and sunglasses so no one will see me.

When I get to the vending machine that I put the USB in earlier I look inside where I put it to find no USB.

In the reflection of the glass I see Natasha come from behind me blowing the bubble gum I had put the USB behind earlier. I turn around and look to see if anyone is looking. When no one is I push her into the room behind her, her back slamming into the wall.

Steve: Where is it?

I ask irritated.

Natasha: Safe.

She replies calmly giving me a questioning look.

Steve: Do better.

Natasha: Where did you get it.

Steve: Why would I tell you?

Natasha: Fury gave it to you. Why?

Steve: What's on it?

Natasha: I don't know.

I get closer to her face in anger.

Steve: Stop lying.

Natasha: I only act like I know everything, Rogers.

When I hear noise behind me I turn to check but no one's there so I go back to questioning Natasha.

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

Natasha: Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.

I slam her back into the wall again.

Steve: I'm not gonna ask you again.

I say angrier than before.

She pauses for a moment looking at me in fear.

Natasha: I know who killed Fury.

There's silence before she continues.

Natasha: Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him The other Winter soldier.

Steve: The other?

Natasha: There's two. The one that killed Fury has a metal arm, the other has a metal hand. The one that killed Fury is credited with over two dozen assassinations, the other even more, in the last 50 years.

Steve: So they're a ghost story?

Natasha: When I was in the Red Room the one with the metal hand was in there with us, he was traded from his organization to ours for girls.

Steve: What happened when the Red room went down?

Natasha: Nobody knows. The ones that know he's real suspect he was either killed, or he's roaming around, or in hiding.

Steve: How do you know about the other one?

Natasha: Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But  the one with the metal arm was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him straight through me.

After she finishes the last part of her sentence she lifts up her shirt to show me the healed gun shot wound on her stomach.

Natasha: Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis.

Steve: Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.

There's a moment of silence before Natasha speaks up again.