"Natasha?!! What the Hell?" I shout back at her.
She breaks her stance, dropping her gun down at her side and walks past me heading to the lifeless body before us.
"She was going to kill you." Her voice is agitated yet there is a tone of concern for me in it.
"You don't know that." I say walking fast over to the girl keeping my guard up for Natasha's next move.
Natasha stands over her body and I watch her eyes trace up and down and up and down. She cautiously squats down next to her and places her hand gently on her wrist.
"SHIT!!" She says quickly pulling her hand away and holding it in the other.
"What!?" I ask looking down at her confused. She slowly opens her hand to show the freshly burned and tender flesh.
"She's a pyro, it all makes sense." Natasha says to herself re-examining the body.
She hovers her other hand over the girls arm once again, checking to see if her temperature has dropped, and places her hand on her skin once more but doesn't pull back this time. Natasha gently picks up the girls wrist and analyzes it.
She reveals the small numbers of 009 in dark red ink stained of the girls skin.
She doesn't break her stare with the girl and I can see her clenching her jaw and swallowing hard.
"I know her."
She says with pain in her expression, which for Natasha is rare. Something happened between them. Something bad.
I kneel next to the girl and pick her up, gently throwing her over my shoulder.
"Where ar-"
"Just follow me." I say with my back to Natasha walking away from her and down the alley way.
•••
My eyes slowly flutter open revealing a naturally lit and trashed storehouse. As my consciousness comes back to me so does a sharp and fiery pain in my lower abdomen.
"Fuck." Slips from my lips as I bite down on them and whimper, gently placing my hand against the hole in my shirt and feeling the cool blood from the wound on my fingers. I lean over a bit to take a closer look at the bloody mess that is now my stomach and notice no metal, shrapnel, or bullet left in my skin. No exit wound, someone did me a favor and removed it. I move my eyes past my stomach and legs and chair that I sit on to see my legs wrapped in an endless line of chains connected to the floor beneath me. Too familiar of a scene.
From across the room I hear slowly placed foot steps echoing off the brick walls that surround me. A tall and robust blonde figure comes into my view, emerging from the shadows as the light seeping in through the large windows reveal his masculine features.
Without hesitation... I light up. Flames surround my body lighting up the dim room. I clench my fists, intensifying the flames and making them glow brighter. I feel blood pour from my wound the longer I stay lit.
"You keep that up you'll bleed out in minutes." The figure says, still across the room standing his ground.
"Why am I here? Who are you with." I say in a calm voice trying to bury my pain and fear as I release my fists and let the flames die out.
He comes closer to me, stepping more into the light and relaxing his stance. He places his hand on his chest and says in a soft voice,
"My name is Steve. I brought you here becuase you had a gunshot wound in your abdomen. I didn't know the extent of your abilities, hence the chains around your ankles. And, I work for no one. I was once an Avenger, but I-Im not one of them anymore."
My eyes stay stuck to him. Watching his chest rise and fall, his fingers chase after eachother in his hand, his lips move up and down pushing out word after word.
"What's your name?" He says in response to my silence.
"There was someone else with you. Who?"
Recent flashes of the alleyway come back to me one by one. I was shot there. But not by him, he wasn't standing in the right position for where the bullet entered and he didn't have a gun then and doesn't have one now. When I was running, my back turned, there were two sets of foot steps, one loud and booming, the other soft and swift. A women.
He ducks his head and slightly turns it,
"Natasha." He says softly but just loud enough for me to hear.
Another figure emerges from hiding, yet again letting the sun's beams reveal their true colors. It was a women, short and petite, dainty and light on her feet, with fiery red hair bouncing with her every move.
No. No. God No.
I begin to panic. I know I'm not strong enough to break free but I try with everything in me. I scream from pain with every thrash of my flame engulfed body trying to break the chains that hold me down.
"EDEN!" I hear her yell as they quickly gain distance from me.
"GET AWAY!!" I yell back increasing the flames around me, making them taller, hotter and more deadly, as I continue to fight.
Over all the flames and the screaming and my heart beating out of my chest I hear the click of a gun fill the room. I hesitantly extinguish the flames, leaving charred concrete beneath me and charred walls behind me. I look up to see her holding a gun straight at me, the dark barrel staring right at me, her finger on the trigger. Steve stands behind her, with worry in his eyes as he's fearful of either of our next moves.
"God do I wish I had killed you with the rest of the Red Room Natalia."
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Outlawed | A Steve Rogers Fanfiction
Fanfiction"Im just like you." "A hero?" "An outlaw." [In which the newly fugitive Captain Rogers flees the country and ends up finding a girl in a similar situation with a dark past]
