The Pasts

Chapter 15

The roar of the motorcycle cuts through the morning air, a thunderous sound that matches the pounding of Natasha's heart. Her fingers grip the handlebars with a white knuckled intensity, her body leaning into every curve of the road as she pushes the bike to its limits. The world around her is a blur of speed and adrenaline, but all she can focus on is the frantic beating in her chest and the growing dread gnawing at her insides.

She's never felt fear like this before raw, unrelenting, and clawing at her every thought. The comms chatter from earlier still echoes in her ears, Johnson's voice tight with tension, the rapid fire of gunshots in the background, and your voice, filled with determination yet tinged with a fear you tried to hide.

"Baby, hold on. I'm coming. Just hold on!" she had shouted into the comms, her voice cracking with desperation as the Black Widow within her came roaring to the surface.

Natasha forces the bike faster, her mind racing with a thousand possibilities, each more dire than the last. She can't afford to think about what might happen if she doesn't get there in time if she doesn't get to you in time. The thought of losing you is too much to bear and it fuels the fire burning in her chest, driving her to push harder, faster.

The landscape blurs past her, the morning light casting long shadows across the road, but she doesn't notice. Her green eyes are narrowed in fierce determination, her mind running through every possible scenario, every tactical maneuver she might need to pull off to get you out of there alive.

As she approaches the facility, she can see the telltale signs of a firefight smoke rising in the distance, the occasional flash of muzzle fire, the sound of distant explosions carried on the wind. Her heart lurches in her chest, the fear spiking higher, but she shoves it down, focusing on the task at hand.

She's been in worse situations. She's survived impossible odds before. But this is different because this time, it's you.

Natasha's mind clicks into combat mode, the Black Widow fully in control now. She scans the area ahead, calculating the best approach, the most effective way to hit the enemy hard and fast. There's no room for error, no time for hesitation.

As she reaches the outskirts of the facility, she spots a group of enemy soldiers moving in on your position. Without a second thought, Natasha twists the throttle and veers off the road, heading straight for them. The element of surprise is on her side and she intends to use it to full effect.

With a flick of her wrist, she releases a set of Widow's Bite grenades from the compartment on her bike, sending them rolling into the group of soldiers. The grenades detonate with a flash of blue light, sending a surge of electric shockwaves through the air. The soldiers crumple to the ground, convulsing as the electricity courses through their bodies.

Natasha doesn't slow down. She leaps off the bike as it skids to a stop, her movements fluid and precise as she draws her pistols, taking out the remaining soldiers with lethal accuracy. Her heart is pounding, her breath coming in quick, controlled bursts as she moves through the chaos with the deadly grace of a predator.

She's getting closer to your last known position, but the sight of more reinforcements pouring into the area sends a fresh wave of panic through her. She switches to her comms, her voice sharp and commanding as she barks out orders.

"Johnson, Y/n-status report, now!"

There's a crackle of static, followed by Johnson's voice, strained but clear. "We're pinned down, taking heavy fire. We've managed to hold them off for now, but we're running out of options."

Natasha's jaw clenches, her mind racing as she processes the information. She needs to get to you..now.

"I'm almost there. Hold your position," she orders, her voice steely with determination.