Fears of the Widow

The Widow's Back

Steve watched helplessly as Nat blew out the brains of the guard. What had happened to her? He noticed slight bruises to her appearance, and she no longer wore her beautiful dress from early that evening. She actually looked more like the original Black Widow. The one that Steve had been warned about if the old her ever returned. A wild expression played behind her greenish blue eyes, and the tight cat suit she wore had no gadgets. It was like seeing a younger Natasha. A more crazed and wild Natasha who wasn't so depressed by the "red in her ledger". She simply shot to kill.

"Are you just going to stand there?" She barked at him furiously, sliding the gun into a holster on her hip.

Steve grimaced at the way she turned off safety on the machine gun and held it in front of herself, leading them up the stairwell. Where was Clint? Maybe he could fix her!

"I'm fine," Natasha suddenly turned around with a pained expression, her nose wrinkled up in disgust and she peered down the side of the rails. Steve followed her eyes to the guards running up the stairs after them, and then he grabbed her hand, "Nat, don't. Let's just get out of here. I know you're fine. We're both fine."

"For now," she grunted, "stop looking at me so weird "captain America."

Steve was taken aback, she'd never sounded so disgusted in saying his name before. Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.

And then there was a flash of action he couldn't keep up with. Natasha jumped onto the rail of the stairs, shooting every guard down instantly before pulling herself up onto the next rail, and slicing an approaching man's neck without hesitation.

"Let's find Clint and leave. We don't have much time," she commented briefly before starting towards the door. Steve walked cautiously behind her, not sure what to think anymore.

Natasha kicked through the door and held her machine gun up, but no one was there. Strange.

"Shouldn't there be guards on this hall? Patrolling? Looking for us maybe," Steve asked.

She ignored him, "well there aren't. Let's move on."

"Be careful, Natasha. Zarcov could have any number of things up his sleeve," he quipped.

Once again Natasha completely ignored him, "everyone does. It's in the job description. You work for Fury. You would know."

She walked up the hallway with no fear as a guard burst through one of the doors. He saw her approach and shrieked, putting his hands up, "не делай мне больно! не делай мне больно! не делай мне больно!" He dropped to his hands and knees.

"Бог, проклятия день вы родились!" Natasha spat before kicking his chest, hard. He fell back unconscious.

"He surrendered!" Steve yelled in anger.

Nat didn't respond she kept walking. She had officially lost her sanity.
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A/N sorry it's so short!! I've had so much to do lately! I'll write the next one soon! Hopefully before Christmas!