-Steve's POV-
My alarm clock wakes me up 2:45 am. I can't figure out how to make the clock stop beeping. Frustrated, I pull my nightstand foward and un plug it. I decide to take a shower. The cold water wakes me up instantly. Afterwards, I change into jeans a button up shirt. Over it I put on a leather jacket. It's now 3:25. I make sure my luggage is all squared away, in a separate bag I pack my uniform and a hoodie. Along with Natasha's and the mission file. At 3:35 I step out of my apartment. With my backpack on my back, and my suitcase dragging behind me, my shield in hand. I turn to lock my door. Down the hall, Natasha steps out of her apartment. She also has a backpack and suitcase.
"Good morning," Natasha says first
"Morning," I say back. We walk in silence to elevator. The same quiet stays with us in the elevator. When we step on to the ground floor. It's dead silent. Except for the security guard chating away with another.
"I called a cab for myself. Your welcome to join me," She says to me smiling.
"I think I will, thank you," I reply. We step out of lobby and on to the street. A cool breeze floods the space in between the buildings, causing me to shiver. A moment later the cab arrives. We step in and we are brought to SHIELD's airfield.
When we arrive Natasha pays the cab driver. We are greeted by Fury, who looks like he had just woken up.
"Morning sunshine," Natasha says to him slyly.
"Very funny Romanoff," Fury returns. Then, a jet pulls out of the hangar. In big black print on the side of it reads, SHIELD.
"How discreet," I say sarcastically. The jet pulls in front of and the steps fall down into place. Running out of the jet is a man who takes our luggage. Natasha and I both hang on to our backpacks.
"Good luck," Fury ends. Natasha rolls her eyes. I simply nod my head.
-Natasha's POV-
The jet we board is small but comfortable. I take a seat on the window seat on the left. Steve does the same across from me. I place my backpack on the seat next to me. We are the only ones on the plane besides the two pilots. The jet slowly begins to speed up. Before I know it we are in the air. En route to Moscow, Russia. For a long hour we sit in silence.
"Do you wanna watch a movie?" I finally ask Steve. He looks suprised but happily.
"Ya sure," He says back to me. I slide my backpack under my seat, making room for Steve. He gets up and sits next me. I pull out my computer. After 15 minutes we decide on Dirty Dancing. I thought Steve should experience some real pop culture.
I awake some time later. My computer had died and my head is on Steve's shoulder. His head on top of mine.
"Passengers, please fasten your seatbelts we are now desending on Moscow," One of the pilots says over the intercom. Embarrassed, I take my head off of his shoulder. Causing him to wake up also.
"Hey we are almost there," I whisper.
"Oh wow, ok," He expresses.
"I know we slept for 13 hours," I remark. I slept for a full 13 hours with no nightmares. I squirm uncomfortably in my seat. Soon we land. On the ground a car is waiting to take us to the hotel.
The hotel is huge. Grand. Expensive. Finally SHIELD didn't cheap out on this mission. I walk up to the clerk at the front desk. Steve close behind me.
"Hello I'm Meredith Johansson." Steve looks at me in awe. I try and suppress my annoyance over it.
"Ms. Johansson it's a pleasure to have as a guest. Your's and Mr. Evan's luggage is waiting in your room." The clerk says also in Russian. I can tell Steve is lost. I can't but smile at his confusion.
"Thank you," I reply to her still in Russian. I walk over to the elevator Steve continues to follow. When I open the door to our room I'm greeted by our suitcases. And one singular bed.
"Damnit Fury," I sigh
"Language," Steve says.
"It's fine I'll sleep on the couch," Steve says.
"No Steve I will-," I'm cut off.
"Not up for discussion," he spits out, silencing me.
-Steve's POV-
We begin to unpack a few things. On the kitchen counter I spread out the mission file.
"Hey, Steve we have all day tomorrow. No need to be in a rush," I hear.
"You're right," I respond. I slump over to the couch and look into backpack. Inside is Natasha's file. While Natasha was sleeping on the plane I decided to take a look. I only looked at the first page. But I remember every word.
Name - Natalia Alianovna Romanova
- Natasha Romanoff
- Natalie Rushman
Skills - Hand to Hand combatant
- Expert Marksman
- Expert tactician
- Skilled seductress
- Skilled in many other weapons
- Trained prevaricator
Spoken Languages - Russian, English, Latin, Spainsh, Italian, French. Others,
Date of Birth - Unknown assumed 1984
Kill count - estimated 900
WARNING - considered to be extremly dangerous.
That was only the first page. Maybe one day I'll be brave enough to read more.
I shake away the memories and slowly drift alseep on the couch.
I'm sorry for the super boring chapter.
Please let me know what you think so far.
Thanks for reading!
-Your author, Ellie.
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