Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 9: Who is that?

*Natasha's point of view*

I can't stand up without the help of someone else anymore. This is hopeless. Can these people just kill me already and save everyone the suffering? Place my body somewhere the Avengers can find it so they can all rest that they know I'm not out there in danger. The damage is already done and Steve can rest and move on.

There was a massive bang at the door and I heard heavy footsteps approach me. I raise my head to see the man who takes me to the room and hits me for the day. I swear I've already done that today? The days are blending into one and I can't really tell the difference so I might be delusional. His firm hands wrapped around my skinny arms and pulled me up on to my feet. He pushed me forward and out of the room. I limped down a corridor with the man just behind me, pushing me forward when I was being too slow.

We arrived at a door but it wasn't the usual room. What happened to the other room? I may be dying but I still had my spy instincts that kicked in everywhere I go. The door swung open and I was shoved inside. I inevitably fell to the ground on my knees, the skin on my knees scraped against the floor but I was used to that sort of pain. I noticed that there was a man standing in front of me, he was fat, hairy. He had his back straight and he was wearing a black suit. This had to be the leader of this operation.

"Natalia! I'm glad I can finally meet you! I've seen you unconscious but that's not the same!" The voice spoke, he was russian. I thought he would've been Ukrainian, but obviously not.
"Go to hell." I said through gritted teeth. I was pissed. I didn't even notice the man tied to the wall.

*Steve's point of view*

The woman seemed familiar. Very familiar. She was sitting in the dark so I couldn't see her face.
"Go to hell." She spoke. She was pissed. I recognised her voice. It was so familiar. I haven't heard it in a while. Who is this woman? Why was I so drawn to her? This Natalia woman seemed fearless. She didn't care about the hand across her face that the man gave or the consequences of her actions. She seemed so familiar.
"Natalia. Stop being a spoilt brat and maybe be nice for once in your disappointment of a life. You really are a heartless Bitch." The man spat at her. She didn't even flinch. I would've flinched. "I'll let you two reminisce." The man slammed the door behind him leaving me lonely in the room with the woman. How did he know that I might know her?

All of a sudden my chains loosened and I was face first against the wall. The woman had shrunk into the corner of the room without even looking at me. She hadn't even looked at me. Maybe she did but didn't recognise me. I recognised her but I didn't know who she was. I regained my strength and I sat up against the wall, waiting for the woman to make some kind of interaction.

Now that I want chained, my eyes darted around the room. I tried to work out where I was. I wasnt really cold but then again. I was a bit cold so I had to be somewhere in the Northern Hemisphere. I couldn't guarantee how long it had been since I was in the corner store so I couldn't try and pin point where I was by flight times. I heard voices talking in a different language so I guess I can't be in North America. I was either in Europe or Asia.

After a while of thinking, my thoughts went to Natasha. Was this connected to her? She might have been taken by these people! If she was taken by the same people then she might be in this building! I just want to know if she's alright. If she wasn't then I would do anything to bust out of here to come and save her. I don't care about the guards. I'd rather die trying to save her than be alive knowing she was hurt or getting hurt. I would do anything to save her. I miss her. I love her.

I shook my head trying to loose the thought of Natasha hurt and I leaned my head back against the wall. I looked over at the woman who sat silently in the corner with her knees against her chest. She seemed preoccupied. Was I supposed to talk to her? I'd never been in one of these situations before. I've never really been kidnapped. This is all new to me. She seemed as though she might be a spy or an assassin. If we worked together, maybe we could get out of here. Although she did look frail, she looked as though she had been tortured, physically and mentally. She looked like she had been deprived of all things we need to survive.

I decided that I should try and at least talk to her, maybe befriend her.

End of Who is that?