Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 7: Kiev, Ukraine

*Natasha's point of view*

I still feel bad for leaving Steve standing at the Airport Gate but I couldn't leave the plane, even if I tried. I spent the whole flight listening to depressing music I downloaded waiting to board the plane. I arrived in Budapest and realised I had no mode of transport so I got a cab. A friend from my life before the Avengers, owed me a favour so I went to him and he managed to get me some equipment I would need: A car, a few guns and ammo, a couple of knives and an untraceable phone.

I headed across Europe, stopping in Bucharest, Prague, Vienna and Ljubljana. I saw some amazing scenes as I drove Country to country. I just wish I could spend this trip with Steve, the perfect scenery with the perfect man, but I then remembered why I was here. In every city, I stayed there for a week or 2 but after I realised I was caught seen in the area, I moved on to the next Location. I tried to gather as much information as possible to find out where Bruce was.

After I had been everywhere I could think of to gather information, I stopped at a bed and breakfast and spent the night finding similarities and pin pointing them to possible Bases. The most common place that came up was a compound in Kiev. It seemed pretty high-tech and heavily Guarded. It was placed on the outskirts of Kiev and was surrounded by trees. In the morning, I made the car journey to Kiev.

When I got there, I decided to plan my strategy well before I went inside so I stayed in a hotel about half a mile away. I had to walk down a road with trees on each side, all towering over me, making daylight seem like night time, to get to the compound. It was a very large building. It looked like an old ran down mansion from a horror movie, like the movie I watched with Steve one time... Steve. At this point, I had been away for about 2 months and I knew that even though I told him not to look for me, that he was definitely searching Europe for me. I miss him so much.

Once I had planned my strategy to get into the building, I decided to pack up my things and wrote 2 more letters to Steve and Clint. I knew they would find where I was staying but I knew other people would stay in the same room after I did so I hid the letters in the vent, hoping they would find it. I left the hotel room with my bag and started walking to the compound. I was wearing my suit underneath a hooded jacket which I used to hide my identity while I was in public view. I walked into the woods instead of walking down the road directly to the compound. I placed my bag behind a tree and took off my jacket and prepared myself for battle. I had guns, knives and widow bites with me to try and protect myself so I can see Steve again.

I walked further into the woods after leaving my bag and came across a wall and began climbing up it, trying not to make a noise as I do. I jumped over the wall and landed in a plot of dying flowers behind a Bush. I saw 2 guards walking around the gardens holding huge guns. One was approaching me. I quickly stood up and tackled him to his feet. He tried shooting me but ended up meeting my fist and falling into a deep sleep. I dragged him behind the bush so he was out of sight. I managed to get closer to the other guard by moving from bush to Bush. I stood up and used my signature move (wrapping my legs around his neck, pulling him to the ground) and then punched him so he was also unconscious.

I saw 4 men guarding the entrance to the compound, 2 men guarding the main doors and 8 other men walking around the building making sure there were no intruders. I made my way over to the main building and hid behind the wall from a guard walking passed. I noticed a window slightly open next to me and I moved closer to it, listening out for any movement or voices to indicate anyone in there but I heard nothing so I climbed inside the room. The room was an office, it had an old massive desk in the middle of the room with a spinning chair behind it. On the wall was a portrait of someone, I didn't know who it was. Was I in the wrong place?

I walked around the room hoping for evidence that this place connected to Bruce but I only found files. Lots of names, all female names. What is this place? I picked up one at random. I opened it and saw a birth certificate of the woman with a picture her. She was pretty, she kind of looked relaxed but she was out in public. She had a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other. This picture looked like it was taken from afar, that means they stalked her before they did anything to her. I flipped the page and I felt weak at my knees. She died after being beaten and tortured to death. Why did they have these?! Who are these people?! I picked up another, and another, and another. All the same. Stalked, kidnapped, tortured and killed.

I picked up the last file in the box but this one was different. This one was a Male's file. I opened it up to find a picture. No. This can't be right. St.. Ste... Steve. He was on his own on a morning jog! He hasn't done anything wrong. I looked at the file desperately trying to find out if he was alive and to my surprise and my relief, he was. It said on the file that he hadn't been kidnapped yet. I had to warn him! I had to! I began walking back to the window to go get Clint to keep Steve safe when I noticed a file laying on the desk. I walked over and picked it up. I saw a picture of someone who haunts me everyday. Myself. But... but why would they want me and Steve? I skimmed through the file to find a date of kidnapping? November 7th. I felt like that date was familiar. I had seen it on the Calendar that was in the hotel reception earlier on in the day. That was today.

I felt a sharp pain in my neck and I blacked out.

That's what happened to me 4 months ago. I've been in a dark cold cell with one small window at the top for 4 months. I get barely enough food and water to survive and I get taken to a room everyday to get beaten by a man who other guards call him boss or master. I'd rather get killed than stay here. I've lost so much weight that I'm probably as light as a toddler and my hair had grown from my shoulders to below my shoulders. I find new bruises and scars everyday. I know that one of the stab wounds I got a few days ago is now infected and I keep trying to clean it but its impossible to keep a cut clean with only a tank top and shorts that I was given to wear after I woke up Naked on what I assume was my first day here.

The pain I go through is still no match for the emotional pain inside of me. I don't know if Steve has been kidnapped. I don't know if he was dead! It hurt me more that I don't know if he is even breathing. I hope he is. I'm still holding on to that one hope that I will be let out of here. I can't escape due to the lack of strength I have from the food and water deprivation.

I miss everyone so much. I think of what would've happened if I had stopped the plane and got off. Would Steve be mad at me? Is Steve mad at me now? He probably hates me. I told him I'd never leave and yet I'm the one who left voluntarily. I miss him like crazy and I want to run into his arms but I can't run. I can barely stand. Plus, he would push me away. No one wants to be with a broken mess like I am. He would push me away from him and tell me that he waited and I never came. He has probably moved on from me. After all, who wouldn't want to run into the arms of someone else?

It hurts me to say this but I hope he has moved on. I don't know if I'll even make it out of here, whether I be dead or Alive! I hope he finds a woman who can protect him better than I could. Way better. I hope she loves him and I hope she never let's him go so he can live happy and forget about me. He doesn't need me. No one does. If I somehow make it out of here alive, maybe I'll be able to see him once more. If he has a woman who can treat him like he deserves, then I won't get in the way of it. I will leave the Avengers for good and I will begin working privately. I'll probably move out of New York and probably to somewhere like Chicago or Los Angeles or Miami. I might even move to London! I think London would be better, you won't get all the American news apart from presidential campaigns so I should be okay. Then he can forget about me. I will never be able to forget about him. I shouldn't even really see him before I leave if he's happy! I'll just go straight to London and start working. I'll check in on Clint to see if he is okay but I can't keep his promise that I will stay because I won't be able to handle Steve with someone else.

End of Kiev, Ukraine