I barely slept at all last night. There were so many questions spinning through my head, one after the other, that I couldn't even grasp most of them before a new one emerged. Even as I headed out with Nat for our daily rounds, the headquarters felt eerily empty. Most of our soldiers had been deployed, and the leadership was off at meetings in Washington and other far-off places. It's actually a beautiful morning, I think as the cold air hits my face, but I feel numb. The events, the endless questions, and the lack of sleep have drained me completely. I haven't eaten since yesterday evening either. I can't—there's a lump in my throat that I just can't seem to swallow. Steve left ahead of us, and when Nat and I reach the garage, it's clear she's in no state to drive. I get behind the wheel, and we head to the hospital. Fury's body lies covered up to his neck with a white sheet, his face the only part still visible. He almost looks peaceful. But this shouldn't have happened. Nat and I stand silently by his side, and Steve leans against the wall behind us. No one speaks a word. I wasn't always Fury's biggest fan, especially when it came to his assignments, but he didn't deserve this. None of us did. We'll do whatever it takes to find out who's responsible for this. I hope Fury knows that, wherever he is now.
Why him? Will there be more? What's the goal here? Will Nat, Steve, or Sam be next? A few tears slip down my face. It's shocking how quickly everything can change. Just four days ago, everything was normal. Fury was giving us orders, we were doing our jobs, and things were fine. Now, we have a threat looming over us that I can't shake the worst feeling about—and we don't even know where to start. "I need to take him," I hear Maria say softly behind us. Nat gently places a hand on Fury's forehead, a silent goodbye, and then she quickly leaves the room. I take one last look at him and whisper, "We'll get through this." For a second, I swear I saw some movement, but I'm sure it's just my exhaustion playing tricks on me. He's gone. That much has been confirmed. Without another word, I follow Nat out. Steve quickly catches up to us.
"Why was Fury in your apartment?" Nat snaps at Steve, the frustration evident in her voice. She's angry and desperate for answers—aren't we all? "I don't know. Before he could tell me, the shots came through the wall. They all hit him," Steve says, shaking his head. This wasn't a random target. Unless the shooter was aiming for Steve and hit Fury by chance, but I don't dare say that out loud. "Cap, you need to come to S.H.I.E.L.D.," Rumlow's voice cuts in. Just what I needed. Something about that guy makes my skin crawl every time I'm near him. "Yeah, give me a minute," Steve replies, clearly irritated. "You need to come now." Can this guy not wait? Steve gives an exasperated "Okay" and follows Rumlow. Nat and I exchange a look, and I pull her into a tight hug. We won't go through this alone. "We'll find out who did this," I whisper in her ear, and she nods. We head back to the car, ready to return to headquarters. The silence between us feels heavier by the second, almost suffocating. I know I have to tell her about my experience. It wouldn't be fair to keep this potential lead to myself, even if it leads nowhere. "I have to tell you something," I finally say as we stop at a traffic light. I keep my eyes fixed on the road ahead, but I can feel her gaze on me. Instead of heading to headquarters, I take a different turn, buying us more time.
Then, I tell her everything—my dreams, Bucky Barnes, the car accident in Odessa, and the man with the metal arm. Nat listens intently, her eyes growing wider with each word. By the time I finish, she looks shaken, her face pale. I park the car in the garage and turn off the engine. I close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. "That was in 2012, and I haven't seen or heard anything about him since. Until now. Steve's description fits perfectly," I add, looking at her again. Nat seems deep in thought, something clearly weighing on her mind, but as always, I'll wait until she's ready to tell me. Outside my room, Nat hugs me again, reassuring me that we'll find the answers we need. I'd always been scared to tell her the truth, especially after realizing that it's Bucky I've been seeing in my dreams. But now, after saying it all out loud, I feel so much lighter.
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Elora finally told Natasha the truth about her dreams and shared the story of the Odessa incident.
What do you think was going through Nat's mind while they were sitting in the car?
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