Black Widow Dies (Avengers FanFic)

Chapter 2-I'll keep you my dirty little secret.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT'S BEEN SOOOOOOO LONG SINCE I'VE UPDATED THIS STORY!!! FORGIVE ME!!! I was really busy and my laptop was broken so I had no axses to my writting and then I got it fixed but left the country for what seemed like a loooonnnngggg while and now i'ma back and I'ma gonna try to finish this SHORT story as fast as I can for my lovely fans ******Gives big hugs to ma fans******

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Like time she kept moving forward. Closer and closer to the ice cold gray death that waited right below her.

But as always when the damsel is in distress a hero comes and saves her. However this time it wasn’t her prince who came to the rescue. Swooping in seconds before the impact the invisible Thor rescues the fair maiden. Instead of smashing into the concrete by now she was safe in his arms. But whether she had hit the ground or not, she was still doomed to die.

Slowly lowering her body to the ground, he genteelly places her body flat onto the ground without looking at her face. Not even once. He just kept his head up; looking forward the whole time he had her in his arms. Thor looks behind him to Captain America with a face full of sorrow.             

Captain America rushes forward pushing Thor out the way but, Thor didn’t mind. Examining all her wounds his eyes became blurry trying to hold back tears. He couldn’t cry, it would make him seem weak to the rest of the team (that were now assembled behind him), it would make Natasha feel insecure; like as if he was saying there was no hope. The second reason was more important to him though.

“uh-erm...S-Steve...” at the sound of her voice being so weak and frail he quickly whipped his head so he had his face facing hers but, he could never bring himself to look into her eyes.

“Uh, y-yes” he replied with uncertainty in his voice.

She reached her hand over and across her body, trying with much might to make her movements to be as steady as possible. Natasha then gently placed her left hand on Steve’s right check. Speedily picking up his own right hand from the ground and grasping hers and leaning his head more in towards her hand to completely ravish in her touch.

“Steve...P-Please...Could you...... ” She was trying to speck but her lack of breath was disabling her to finish a sentence properly.

“What is Natasha? I’ll do anything.” At this point he was becoming desperate for her to keep talking and well, keep living.

“Please...Look at me.” She pleaded.

“I-I am.” He weakly defended himself.

“In the eyes” She said with a slight giggle at the end but anyone could tell it was fake.

He did as she had commanded. His glossy blue eyes slowly raising to meet her dull fading eyes. She smiled gently and slid her left hand down from his check to the back of his neck, lifting her right hand to meet on his neck on the other side of his neck. Using him to pull herself up he quickly put his hands on either side of her ribs to support her.

“Steve...” she purred inches away from his lips.

“Yes.” He whispered back.

“I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.” With that a smile crept onto both of the lover’s lips at this time but only for a short moment before it vanished.

Natasha began to move again towards Steve’s lips but it seemed it was it in slow motion. But the passionate kiss that was expected never came. This was because the moment their lips were about to intertwine her hands flopped off his neck, her body slipping through his hand that were meant to support her, and smacked onto the ground with the sound that was stomach churning.

“Natasha!” He yelled shaking her body as if trying to wake her from a deep sleep. This process was repeated a couple times with each time he yelled her his voice getting louder and louder and, each time he shock her the power he put into it got more and more rough and furious.

“Nat Pleeeaasssseee!” He moaned.

“I’ve already lost one girl, don’t make it two...”

“Please look into my eyes.” Now pleading with all his might, not even trying to hold back any of the tears that were now franticly spilling from his eyes.

“NATASHA!!!” This time he was screaming.

It became too must to bear the sight of this scene because Hawkeye burst in, flinging Captain America off his dear old friend Black Widow. Leaning his ear down in-between her nose and mouth, he listened closely for any signs of breathing.    

Moments pasted and a faint smile of hope and joy rose upon his face and then, with a tear falling from the corner of his eye he stated...

“It’s ok. She’s still breathing, there’s still hope.”

There was a slight sigh of relief that swept across the rest of the men.  

Tony then came over to her and picked her up into his arm in the sort of ‘bridal style’, replying to Hawkeye's comment by saying...

“Her breathing too faint. She needs help and, fast.” And with that he looked up to the sky, gripped on to Natasha tighter and shot up into the air like a rocket flying to Shield hoping that he could get there in time to save her.