-Steve's POV-
I let my subconscious drive my motorcycle. I let it drag me threw side streets and avenues. The sun is beginning to set and the street lights are starting to glow; when I pull up in front of a bar. My mind brought me to Brooklyn. I push the kick-stand down and wander into the small joint. Inside is quiet. With only a few groups of people. Some in booths. Others are a few lonely souls at the bar sulking. I join them. I sit a seat away from an older man.
"What are you drinking?" I ask to the man. He turns towards me.
"Whiskey. Neat," He greets pouring the rest of his drink down his throat.
"Whiskey neat for the two of us," I nod towards the bartender. He obliges and gets to work.
"Steve Rogers," I extend my hand to the man.
"I know who you are son." He shakes my hand. He neglected to add his name so I keep quiet.
"So what is Captain America doing in a place like this?"
"Don't really know," I reply. The bartender hands us our drinks and I thank him.
"What about you," I begin.
"I come here every night," There's a long pause in the conversation.
"Shouldn't you be with a girl or with friends?" The man asks.
"Well friends are limited and the girl is mad at me. I guess that's why I'm here." I respond.
"What did you do?"
"I'm not sure. She's not like most girls. She's complicated,"
"Do you love her?"
"Ya I do I really do. I don't think she feels the same way though,"
"Well don't let her leave. If you love someone you tell them. Say it, and you say it loud and you go from there,"
"I have. I've told her," I sigh into my glass.
"Say it louder," His words sink in. Then it hits me.
"Thank you. Thank you," I say quickly. I throw 50 dollars on the bar and I scramble out the door to my bike.
-Natasha's POV-
Currently I'm on a Quinjet; somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Once Nick had given me the key; I threw clothes and my suit into a backpack, along with knifes and two guns. I flick the switch and now the jet takes over for me. I stare over the ocean. It's a clear night. Stars line the sky like a picture you would see in a magazine. I lose myself in the water. Making rash decisions has been a reoccuring theme in my life. Ones like this usually end up with someone dead. Or me severly injured. Or both. But I'm not going to sit around helpless. I'm going to fight my demons. Head on. Full force. I'll fight until my last breath. I'll fight until I'm free. Free of the acrimonious chains holding me down. I'm so sick of my past sitting with me everywhere I go. I hate that if I hear certain words I'm thrown into a world of hurt. That's going to end now.
My pain will recede. It will recede with more than a few people dead. I got mine here comes thiers.
I sort through my few items I brought. Hesitation isn't my thing. I rather spontaneously decided to leave. It was a gut feeling and I trust my gut. At the end of the day I'll always have myself. That's all I need. Maybe when this is over I can try to fix the broken relationship I left behind. He will probably never forgive me for leaving. Still, It's weak of me to think I deserve to be forgiven. That I deserve to have someone like Steve by my side.
My thoughts wander and tangle through my mind. My fingers travel to the silver chain around my neck. A sliver arrow in the middle of it. I have someone. I know that there's at least one person who won't leave. Clint. We've been through so much together. I trust him. He trusts me. I'm reminded of it whenever I wear it.
Steve said he would never leave. I know that he can't lie. It's a violation of his morals. But he's just another guy. They always leave.
"James! James! Wait please don't leave me with them. Come back." My voice breaks. I'm pulled from the hallway I catch a glimpse of light reflecting off his metal arm. He turns and gives me one last glance. I can't let them see me cry. Vulnerability is a death sentence in this place. So I let myself cry. I'm slapped hard. I'm sure my cheek will be red for days. He left me. I try to convince myself that he was reprogrammed. That he didn't have a choice. But I saw his eyes. They were cold. Like when we first met. And now I'm alone. Seems to always end that way. First my parents then Ivan. Finally Bucky. Now as the last surviving of the 28. I'm being forced to marry a man I've never met.
-Steve's POV-
I race back to the tower. The wind draws tears to my eyes. I don't bother wiping them away as they are flung of my face. I pull into the garage and park my bike. I sprint up the stairs. I get to my floor and I run down the hall to Natasha's room. I knock on the door a few times. Then a few more times. I do this until I'm practically breaking down the door. I turn the doorknob quickly. I fall into her room and my face hits the hard wood floor. Unusual for the spy to leave her door unlocked.
I gather myself and I look around the room. Its in shambles. Drawers are open and some out of the dresser itself. Cabinets are open and clothes are thrown around the room. Nat's room isn't alway the neatest place. But this is a whole new level. Worried, I head to the training room. Empty. I run to the kitchen. Empty. My last stop is Fury's office. I burst in.
"Fury where the hell is Natasha!?"
"Geez respect seems to have left my agents. I had Romanoff barging in here now you,"
"Why was Nat here?"
"She said she needed personal days and a quinjet. Something about needing to finish something,"
"Did she tell you where she was going?"
"No. Rogers should I be worried?"
"I don't know. Can we track the jet?"
"Let's see," Fury picks up a phone and calls someone. Moments later a skinny I.T guy comes in. He opens his computer and looks up the serial number of the jet. He finds it and types it in.
"It seems that the tracker has been disabled. It was last seen flying over Europe," The man says.
"Thank you," Fury says to him. Then he leaves.
"What should we do?" I ask.
So I included a Grey's Anatomy reference.
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I'm kind of proud of this chapter...
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Learning to Love
Fanfiction•Completed• Natasha Romanoff the infamous Black Widow, has settled into her new life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. She has found a family in the Avengers. She has everything she wants. She finds herself starting to feel. Feelings that she was never allow...
