A Cold Winter Eve

Chapter 4

Yes I know I said later next week but it was this or an essay and take a wild guess which one I chose.  So now I present you with my fourth (and so far my longest) chapter
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Who does this girl think she is.  Stumbling up to the pilot seat like she owns the place and shoving me out of the way!  She crouches in the seat,  her feet not touching the ground. Balancing delicately. Her hands white against the controls.  I hear Steve yell to me.  But I wave him off.  I can deal with a girl.  I'm Black Widow after all.  I cough slightly.  The girl looks to me.  Her mouth continues to move.  Her pale and dry face fixed on my features.  Muttering so fast I doubt even Tony would be able to make out.  She shakes her head at me and turns back to the controls and twists it sharply.  An explosion rocks the plane sharply. I whirl to the girl.  My mouth open to yell and...

"Holy shit! That barely missed us!"  Clint presses his face to the window.  The girls head whips back and a ghost of a smile plays on her dirty face.  Her ears suddenly prick and she slams the plane into a downward spiral.  Gripping the arm of the chair.  I stare at this girl.  A missile roars above us as she shoots forward.  One hand jumps from the yoke.  Hovering over the many buttons and levers.  Eyes flashing around. Blinking sharply.  And her mouth still moves.  It's creepy. 

"Excuse me do you need help?"  If she's not giving me the seat back. And by now it's in capable hands.  I can at least help.  It took me weeks to learn the functions of this Wakandian airship.  She looks up at me with hollow eyes and a mouth that still moves.  Still looking straight into my eyes she slams a button and the two back turrets spring, firing large rounds directly into the air.  She's breathing heavily but her eyes are still fixated on god knows what.  She seems miles away.  Floating throughout time and space.

"What in the world kid!"  Scott exclaims, rising from his seat. She's young I realize with a start but then I hear it.  The sound of a ship exploding.  I spin, expecting the fire to come roaring towards me but instead I see the remains of two fighter jets falling from the sky.

"Stealth mode."  I mumble with a realization and the girl in the seat looks to me.  The faint smile not leaving her face.  She raises an eyebrow, looking over it to my face.  Her head cocked.

"Bang."  She whispers and promptly collapses.

"Steve!" I shout, unceremoniously shoving her from the seat, quickly taking over the controls.  Typing in quick commands as we dart across the black ocean.  A shimmering light covers the windshield and I know it worked.  Stealth mode engaged.  Steve works quicker than me though.  Shouting orders to the others within the airplane.  The girl is draped  across multiple seats.  Her mouth has stopped moving.  The men run around frantically as they attempt to find anything in this ship.  Honestly am I the only competent one in the whole aircraft?  Enhanced super-humans and master fighters and none can tend to this girl.  "Clint!" I shout starting the group.  I point to the controls.  "Take over."

"Me. Mmeee?"  He says quickly stopping in his rummaging through a random drawer. 

"Yes you."  I snark back "I wasn't talking to Bucky!"  I point again.  "Take over."

"Yes madam!"  Scott salutes, poking Clint sharply in the ribs.  As he rushes to the front of the plane, I sprint back to the girl.  Her short black hair covers her sweaty face and I realize how much energy it took for her to save all of our asses. 

"What is wrong with you little one?"  I mumble to myself and realize.  Ooh.  "Wanda!"  She looks up with a start, surprised at my acknowledgement of her.  Normally she stays out of the healing process for anyone.  She can't stand the sight of blood.  Not since...  Shoving that away, I need to focus.  I have a kid to save.  "Steve! Drawer to your left grab me that towel!  And Sam!  In the container to your left!"  He gives me a odd look as he closes to the black box.  "Just tap it!"  He does and a Kimoyo bracelet pops out.

"Doesn't seem like the right time to accessorize Nat."  Sam laughs and tosses me the bracelet.  Snarling a remark to myself I quickly scan her body.  Typing quickly into the beads I assess the situation.

"Wanda! When did you last see her eat?"  She swallows and pauses.

"That's what I thought."  Fatigue and malnutrition.  I quickly grab the towel from Steve and wipe her right arm off.  The dirt comes off quickly but a thin layer still covers her arm but something is below all of this grime.  Scrubbing harder, it flakes off and the girl hisses a little in her sleep.  Bigger and bigger flakes fall off and I see it.  The flash of a tentacle.  I only scrub harder.  And then I see it.  Branded into her skin.  The Hydra logo.  Red and peeling.  The skin an ugly red.  I brush more dirt off and a number pops up. C.  And than a 9.

"Nat.  You sure this is the right place? This is a lot of trees."  Me and Steve share a knowing smile.  I leave the girl.  Knowing nothing a little bit of sleep and help from Shuri, she will be fine.

"Your in for a treat."  I smile and press a button.  "This is Natasha Romanoff.  Requesting access to Wakanda gate 8.  I repeat.  This is Natasha Romanoff.  Requesting access to gate 8."

"Of course Miss.  King T'Challa will be waiting for you.  Do you need anything else?"

"Yes a medical carrier and Shuri immediately.  We have an injured...". I pause, what do I call her?  She doesn't seem Hydra.  She saved all of are lives, anyway. But that brand... "Team member.  We have an injured team member."

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Yay Natasha!  Anyway I hope everyone who may possibly read this likes it and found it slightly interesting.  Because up next is Wakanda and Wakanda is the best. 

Anyway was anyone getting any L vibes from the girl?  No? Damn that's what I was going for but whatever.  If anyone has no idea who I'm talking about just let me know and all add a photo on my next chapter.

So stay classy!
- Dragon heart