Give us a chance? (Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader)

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Y/N's POV:

We're in Romania before we even realize it, at the one and only Bucky Barnes' apartment. Steve inside, Sam in the roof and me on another nearby rooftop.

"Heads up, Cap. German special forces, approaching from the South." Sam signals to Steve, confirming these are the very last seconds before shit goes down.

"Understood." He replies.

Seconds later, Rogers starts talking to Bucky, so I lower the ear-piece's volume. This conversation is none of my business.

"How mad do you think Nat will be when we get arrested?" I ask curiously, while trying to see which other way the Germans will enter the building.

"I don't wanna think about it. I simply hope she'll let me live if I blame it all on Cap." He explains. "The e set the perimeter." He warns Steve.

"Ooh, backstabber." I tease.

"Hey! Your girl is extra kind, but she's also scary as hell. I'm sure Roger's would rather one of us making it out alive than both dying." He argues with some fair points.

"They're entering the building." I tell the guy inside, and hear him changing his tone.

"They're on the roof. I'm compromised." Falcon says right after me.

I change position a bit, trying to gain part of the view Sam just lost but end up spotting something else entirely, with my powers.

"Guys, we got someone new on a nearby rooftop, I suppose. They're still far, but I can tell they're mad." I inform.

"5 seconds." My flying friend urges again, while coming my way. "3 seconds." He goes on when he grabs me and we change position. "Breach! Breach! Breach!" He shouts as we both see some kind of flash-bangs getting thrown in the apartment.

As we hear all the fighting going on in the building through communication, Wilson flies me around in hopes to see mad guy.

Bucky on his side, isn't hard to keep up with, since he almost hit us with his flying backpack.

A beat passes and we find the person we're looking for in an all black suit.

As crazy as it sounds, it looks like metal claws helping them climb up the building our target's bag landed on.

They're clearly mad at him.

Fucking great.

"Any clues on why claw person's mad?" Wilson asks, rotating back towards the right direction.

"He's seeking for revenge kind of mad." I reply.

"Shit." Sam shouts. Reacting both to the new intel and Bucky, who just jumped out the window and landed next to his stuff.

"Drop me! Drop me!" I order, Sam leaving me next to the man. "Bucky hey! Slow down, there buddy."

Surprisingly, it does work and he freezes for a second. "Kid?"

"Come on, we'll get you to safety."

Like they're only here to discredit me, the person in an all black suit which up close looks an awful lot like a jaguar or something, tackles Bucky to the ground.

When he stands back up, literal claws get out from his costume.

Holy shit.

Then without another word the 2 of them start fighting and animal guy is officially not here to play.

"You 2 need to stop fighting." I say, forcing a calmer emotional state tkt he both of them.

They instantly stop fighting, but the problem is that Bucky isn't fueled by any emotion, but a rational thought of survival. So no matter how calm I force him to be, he runs away again.