A Million Reasons - Under Editing

Chapter Six

A bit of drama in this chapter!

Nat's POV

I heard static across the coms as soon as an explosion rocketed in the background.

"Agent. Agent? Do you copy?"

There was only the weak sound of someone running. A car door must have closed because the voice of Agent Drake sounded across the com.

Romanoff! Did you send Katie on the mission? Or was it Fury?

"Me. It was me."

You son of a bitch! He cursed and James looked over at me. I was holding the com away from my ear since he was screaming. James cocked his head.

I shook mine. Jason was a lost cause apparently.

She isn't conscious Romanoff. Your lucky we are only about three hours from SHIELD base!

I flinch. "What the hell happened then Drakw!?" I snap at him and my lover growls. His only response is shutting off the com.

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A few hours later I am sitting in my room alone. James had gone to get something for us to eat, in the kitchen. Someone knocks on my door forcefully.

As soon as I open the door I am sent flying backwards into my bed. I snatch a knife from under my pillow and bring it up forcefully, making sure to show the attacker, who happens to be one of my Agents. The conscious one.

He advances towards me and snatched the knife out of my hand. The blond roughly grabs my arm and holds me up against the wall, and shoves the knife up against my throat. So much for that plan.

I hear a growl from. The doorway and just catch the metal from my vantage point. Jason is ripped off of me and thrown to the floor, out of the way of James. The Solider rushes towards me, frowning.

Drake heaves himself up from the ground and glares at the soldier.

"What. The. Hell?" James snaps at Drake as he checks me for injuries and pushes me aside.

Jason only laughs and launches himself at James. What a big mistake. James has gone on high alert, ready to kill anyone that tries to hurt me. Jason is going to have a bad day when he's done.

To my surprise James let's him throw a punch before he attacks, throwing him halfway on the floor once more. I run in front of him and try to stop him before he completely hurt Jason. I am thrown aside gently and land on my bed. I growl and he shoots me a glare that warns me not to intrude. At least I can say I tried.

"Speak now before I decide times up."

"Fine! Damn. I don't know. Romanoff sent Katie on a mission. A wall exploded. She fell unconscious under the ruble. Bleeding badly. Happy?" The Agent spat quickly before wiping blood off the side of his mouth. James rolls his eyes and turns his attention to me once more. What he doesn't notice is Drake. Creeping around him towards me.

I glare at Drake but he doesn't notice it. He crouches slightly before pouncing and grabbing my throat with his hand. He pins me to the bed, with bloodlust in his eyes. I am starting to get lightheaded as he is pulled on off of me once more and pushed the ground with a growl from James.

I rub my neck as James shoved Drake out of the door and locks it. He instantly comes over to my side and pulls my hand from my neck and puts both of them behind my back before checking out the injury. He touches it gently and I whimper slightly causing him to pull back.

"Molly is gone," I squeak. My throat is scratchy and sore.

"Don't talk." He warns and takes me into the bathroom. He fills a tiny toothbrush cup with water and hands it to me. I frown but take the cup and down it. He picks me up and carries me into the den -after making sure Jason was gone- and sets me onto the couch, sitting next to me. Clint randomly makes an appearance, dropping through the bench and sitting next to me. James gives a warning growl and Clint throws up hair hands before sitting on my other side.

"Are you alright?"

"She is fine."

Clint glares at him. "Who did that to your neck?"

"Doesn't matter," James snarls and I roll my eyes.

"Agent Drake," I say weakly.

"I told you not to talk."

"I can talk if I Damn want, Barnes!" I snap back and he only growls. Clint is laughing lightly with clear interest into seeing us fight.

"Anyways. I have a mission later. Bye!" He calls out to me and I groan. Of course he has a mission. Of course he does. Great.