Stranded- A Romanogers Fanfiction

In Her Web

They rode the boat for several hours across the seas and once they arrived at the mainland, they docked it by the coast of Macapà and Natasha hot-wired the first SUV they saw at the parking lot. With much haste, they loaded the boxes of evidence they gathered, their stolen weapons, and medical supplies. Sam and Nick helped carry Steve into the vehicle. Steve was awake and he insisted he could walk while Sam and Nick ignored him. He ended up sitting in the backseat with Natasha while Nick drove and Sam took shotgun. Steve fell asleep within the first ten minutes of the drive, slumped onto Natasha's shoulder due to the high dose of ibuprofen they've given him.

Brazil wasn't anything new to Natasha or Nick. They've been in and out of this country countless times, they knew every informant there was in town and Natasha had her webs stationed at several different states in the country. The closest one from Macapà was at a small municipality called Mazagão, where immigrants from Morocco resided. Natasha hated this web, simply because it made her stand out in the Moroccan-majority crowd-- but seeing the situation right now, they didn't seem to have much of a choice.

The drive took a little more than half an hour, and once they got to their destination they woke Steve and rushed inside with paranoia.

This web was one of the vastest ones she had, stationed at the suburban part of the small area, and she had stone walls and high gates that concealed the hideout perfectly. There was a parking lot suited for two vehicles, an unkempt, 200 square foot lawn with a mouldy cast stone fountain right outside the front door, and the house itself held three bedrooms, each filled with a single bed. The kitchen's filled with local canned foods, air conditioning worked perfectly fine, and the tap water ran clean. They're all set.

"He'll heal in two weeks, I'll give you that." Sam suggested while he took apart his pistol on the kitchen bar, wiping a piece of cloth all over the surface to clean it.

Natasha walked across the room, peeking a glance at Steve who was already asleep again inside one of the rooms. She gently pulled the door closed. "They'll pick Macapà clean. That takes three, maybe four days, give or take. I barely used my web here, they might not know we're in Mazagão. But it's only an hour drive from Macapà though. Won't take long before they start searching here."

Sam took a gander at her, giving her an annoyed look that was meant to paint her to a corner. He's still angry at her for what happened and he has every right to. Natasha decided to say nothing about it for now-- Nick's orders.

Nick Fury was leaning against the kitchen counter, lips pouted and arms folded across his chest, ruminating in his silence. Natasha noticed it and decided to ask.

"What do you have in mind, Nick?"

He stood still. "James Barnes was with us."

"I'm sorry, what?" Natasha switch confused glances between Nick and Sam, who now fixed his stance uncomfortably and bored a regretful stare at the floor. "The Winter Soldier attacked you? Where? When?"

"No." Sam exhaled. "He was with us, helping us track you down. But Klaue's men took him captive and we think Klaue is trying to sell him to Wilson Fisk."

Natasha raised a brow at the two. "It's a long story." Nick explained. "We'll tell you the rest later."

"Well alright. So... you SURE he's being sold to Fisk?"

Nick squinted. "Seventy percent."

It took Natasha a moment to gather her thoughts. She had a few in mind but she decided to ask just one. "Does Steve know about this?"