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Taken Part 2

No one's POV

When Natasha woke up, she was no longer tied to the chair with a rope. Instead it was a chain. She rolled her eyes and sat back, and tried to think off a way to escape. "Psst" a voice said from the ceiling. Natasha looked up and around the room, until she saw a small boy hanging from the ceiling. "What the fu-"  she began, but was cut off when the boy held a finger to his lips and gave her an attempted glare, but ended up looking like puppy dog eyes mixed with a frown. "Where are the alarms and security cameras?" the boy asked quietly. Natasha pointed to the 5 alarms and 2 security cameras spotted around the large room. He crawled along the ceiling and grabbed them, crushing them in his tiny hands. "What's your name?" the young boy asked, his Russian accent showing slightly. "Natasha" Nat said to him. Usually she wouldn't share details like that, but she felt like she could trust the boy. "What's yours?" she asked the boy. "My names Petrov. But most people call me Peter" he said, his voice confident, but sounding like he had come off of the streets. He most likely had by the looks of him. He had messy, curly brown hair, a beige vest, and a pair of black shorts. His face was bloody and bruised, and it looked like he had been shot at some point in his life, as he had a small, circular scar on his shoulder. He jumped off of the ceiling, and landed without a sound. He slowly walked up to her chair and pulled the chains apart, with little to no effort. He helped her stand up, and as he pulled her up, she realised just how strong he was. "How are we going to get out?" Natasha asked the boy, almost jokingly, as she thought that he wouldnt know. What she didn't expect however, is for him to grab her hand and pull her next to a wall. Then he grabbed two pen like objects out of his bag and pressed a button. Suddenly a hot red line shone out and began cutting the wall open. He pulled her through the small gap and began to walk along, looking at all the destruction from the fight she took part in less then 3 days ago.

Avengers POV

It had been three days since they had fought in Sokovia, and there was still no sign of Natasha. "Calm down Clint, this is Nat! I'm sure she's fine. She's probably just getting a flight back" Steve said, but you could tell he didn't believe it himself. However much they all hated it, they were worried about Nat. She was the only thing that kept them together, as she would threaten to whoop their asses if they ever fought. After they had defeated Ultron, they had looked around for Nat. Tony was looking from the sky, Clint, Thor and Steve were looking from the ground, and Bruce was looking at all the footage from the last three days. But there was nothing. Ultron had obviously wiped everything off of the cameras, and all of Nats files. It was almost like she had never existed. "Listen Capsicle. She is badass, ill admit, but she was fighting a robot. That would be fucking hard." Tony said. Everyone knew he was good friends with Widow, especially after finding out that she could fight. "Don't worry Clint," Steve said as he put a hand on Clint shoulder, "We'll find her"

Nats POV

We had been walking for two or three days when we finally saw an ocean. We were cold, as the winter temperatures dropped low at night. Almost too low for the small boy. He was shivering in his small clothes, and I would have offered him my jacket, but I didn't have one. "So Peter, how old are you?" I asked him, and he looked up and moved the hair out of his eyes. "I'm twelve" he said, and I wondered why he was so small for his age. "So, I guess you have powers huh? How did you get them?" I asked him casually, like I was asking him what he had for dinner, although it looked like he hadn't had dinner for a long time. "My dad and my mom were scientists, so they used me as a test subject. They died 8 years ago though. In a plane crash. I was with them, but I survived obviously." he said quietly. I realised it was probably a bit of a sensitive subject , so I stopped talking. We got to the docks and found a smallish boat. We jumped on, and I looked at Peter as he started the boat.

Petrov/Peters POV

It was just over a day after we left out that it had happened. We were in a part of the ocean that seemed strangely quiet compared to the others. Then I realised. But it was too late. The sea began to rise above, and waves crashed around us. The sky turned an angry shade of grey, and thunder growled at us from beyond the clouds. Our boat rocked dangerously from side to side, getting faster and faster, tilting more and more, until we tumbled out. "NAT!" I shouted, but she didn't hear me, as we were taken beneath the ocean, where nothing could be heard. It was dangerously quiet. Suddenly I was being tossed between rocks, and I cried out in pain, but that was a mistake, as I began to swallow the salt water that burnt my throat and lungs. I kicked myself free until I reached the surface. "NATASHA!" I shouted, but I couldn't see her. I could feel my eyes burning and my throat closing up. I took in as big a breath as I could and dived back under, looking for Nat. I saw her at the bottom, a large cut on her head. She was unconscious, and she was sinking quickly. I swam down to her as fast as I could, and grabbed her hand. I swam back up to the surface, the extra weight pulling me down, but I carried on dragging her up, because if I didn't want to survive, Natasha probably would. Finally, we broke through the surface and I gasped, trying to get air back into my lungs. I looked around for our boat, and saw it, but it was moving, so I grabbed Natasha arm harder and swam quicker. We made it to the boat and I used my super strength to lift her up into the boat. I kicked my legs and got in, and began to try and stear us out of the storms path.

Natasha POV

When I woke up, I saw we were no longer in the storm. We were in a sunny spot, with small waves. I looked around and saw Peter sterling the boat. He turned around and saw me and rushed over, making the boat rock gently. "Nonono you need to sit down Nat! You hit your head very hard!" he said, almost like he was about to cry. I did something that I never thought that I would do. I pulled him in for a hug. He seemed shocked at first but relaxed, and after a while he started to cry." I thought you were dead because you were just lying there and you weren't moving, and I didn't want you to leave me because you are my friend and I would be out here alone!" he said as he buried his head into my shoulder. I smiled at his concern. "listen Peter. I am fine, so don't worry. We will make it back to my home and then you will be safe, OK?" I asked him whilst he was sniffling. He nodded his head as he stood back, and I saw his bloodied arms and legs. "You thought I should sit down?! Peter sit down, and let me steer! Why didn't you tell me how hurt you are? What if your cuts got infected? How did this even happe-" Nat began to rant, as she card for the the boy, but was cut off by a vibration from her pocket. She lifted out her half crushed, water damaged Stark phone and realised she had signal. 'How do I even have signal?' she thought to herself as she opened all of her messages.

'where r u Nat?'

'u OK?'

'Nat we r getting worried'

'Natasha where are you? '

Most of the messages were the same. She typed in Clint number and waited.

It rang once

Twice

Three times

"NAT?"

"Thank god, yeah, Clint it's me"

"oh my god, I've been so worried! Where are you we can come and pick you up!"

"Yeah, that's the thing, we don't know where we are"

"We? Nat u swear to god if you have one of those
stupid robots with yo-"

"Hey! I'm not a robot!" Peter said angrily from the front of the boat.

"Natasha? Who's that?"

"Sorry Clint, that was Petrov. He got me out."

"It's alright. Tony said that he can track your phone, so you should be back soon. He said that Petrov can come too."

"Alright. I'll message you if anything happens"

"OK. Bye Nat."

"Bye Clinton"

"Stay safe"

"I will"

"Bye"

Then the call cut off. I didn't realise how much I missed the sound of his voice, even though it had only been a few days. A small voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "Nat? Who was that?"
"That was my partner, Clint. We're going to see him soon."