Learning to Love

Chapter 19

-Steve's POV-
About half an hour into the drive to Shatura I get a phone call. The number and caller ID are blocked. Despite that, I answer.
"Hello?"

"Captain Rogers,"

"Speaking,"

"It's Fury. I need an update on your postion Rogers,"

"I'm headed to small town outside of Moscow. It's called Shatura. Any new developments on the mission,"

I hear Fury hesitate before answering,
"Infact there has been one. Rogers prepare yourself. Two people seem to have gone missing. A letter was attached at their houses. This was a direct attack towards Romanoff."

When Fury says the two names my stomach drops. I can't think strait. I agree to find Nat. Fury fowards me the two notes. After, I quickly hang up. I don't notice the slight pressure my foot gives to the gas pedal. I feel the car accelerate.
My mind plays back the converstaion I had with the man in the bar before I left. The frustation of the words I never said take over my thoughts. I told her I loved her. Just not enough times. With not enough conviction. I should of never let her go that day in the kitchen. I should of pulled her against me and let her cry into my chest. I would of never let go. Not until she felt safe. Regret. Regret is the word my mind rests on. My gaze fades into a glare. I glare at the two yellow lines beside the veichle. My eyes get lost in the pavement. My hands stiffen around the steering wheel.
I couldn't protect Natasha when she needed it the most. I sure as hell won't make that mistake again.

-Natasha's POV-
Yelena skips back down the steps. She helps lift me up and into the house. The front door connects strait into a kitchen. I regain my balance and consciousness, though I don't bother to acknowledge the women who is very possibly my mother staring at me.
"Do you have a First Aid Kit?" Yelena asks the lady. The woman shakes her head.
"Ok I need a lighter, a sewing needle, thread, and alcohol," I order. The women still stands petrified. Yelena begins to rummage through the house. A man holding a bottle of Vodka stumbles out of a room.
"kakogo cherta!" (What the hell) The man exclaims. I lift myself up so I'm sitting on the kitchen island. Yelena comes back in with a everything except the alcohol she sets everything beside me. I reach over to the man and yank the bottle out of his hands. I put that down. I unwrap my jacket from around me. I pull my tanktop over my head. Leaving me in a black bra.
"Woah," I hear the man say stuned. The lady walks over and slaps him hard, leaving a mark on his cheek. He clearly doesn't know who I am. And if he does know who I am at this moment, he'll be dead later.

I grab the bottle and pour it on my side. I wince as my adominal muscles strain and flex. Then I pull the bottle to my lips and I take a rather large gulp. Then another. I take the needle and I flick the lighter to life under it. I hold like that for a few seconds. Yelena had prepared the thread. I grab it but my hands are trembling. In fact I'm suprised I'm concious. Yelena threads the needle and hands it to me.
I let out a loud gasp as pull the wound together and begin to sew myself back together. I takes a few minutes. When I finish Yelena hands me strips of a t-shirt to wrap around the wound. I notice that the lady and man had left the room.
"Yelena?"

"Ya?"

"Are they. Are they my p-parents?" She nods. What a great introduction.

Yelena helps me off the counter and into a chair. I see headlights light up the now dark sky, outside. The couple comes back in.

"Expecting anyone?" I ask. They look to eachother in confusion. My vision begins to fade again. But, I grab my gun that Yelena must of brought inside. I check the magazine and I load a round into the chamber.
The silhouette of a man steps out of a car. From behind the curtains I see him gander up the steps. Then a knock comes to the door. Yelena opens the door from behind. I move in front and I aim my gun at the head of the man.
"Steve?" My world fades into black and I fall.

-Steve's POV-
When I approach the marked address I pass a car. I look inside. Blood covers the passenger seat. I slowly approach the house and up the front steps. I arguably left my shield in the car. I knock on the door twice. It opens with haste. A small redhead appears in front of me, gun pointed at my head.
"Steve?" She asks.

Then she falls into my arms heavily. I relize she passed out. I hold her small body against my chest. I pick her up bridal style and I carry her to a couch in the next room. Under different circumstances I would of asked to come in. I put my morals aside to care for my best girl.
"A-are you Yelena?" I stutter to a blonde woman.

"I am. Are you Steve Rogers?" I nod.

"What happened?"

"She got shot and stitched herself up,"

"Wait she stitched herself up?" Yelena nods. Damn. I don't know if I would be able to do that. I begin to unlace her black combat boots. I slip them off and I rest them next to the couch.

"Who are these people?" I ask.

"They're her parents," Yelena responds. You can here her thick accent seep through her words.

"Her parents are dead," I retort.

"She thought so too. But I found them about a year ago," I put my head in my hands and I rub my face.

"I have so many questions," I sigh.

"Calm down Captain. She's gonna be find. When she wakes up she'll explain. You know she talks about you alot. And you clearly like her,"

"I do. But when she left we were on bad terms,"

"Ya she told me,"

We stand in silence for a few moments. Until Nat's parents walk into the living room.
"I made the spare bedroom up for two of you, one of you will have to stay on the couch," Her mom says. Her accent is even thicker than Yelena's. But she is definietly Natasha's mom. Her hair is a brown-red color and her eyes are just as green as Nat's. Though she has maybe two inches on Nat.

"I'll sleep on the couch," Yelena says without hesitation.

"I can't let you do that," I retort.

"Stop Steve she needs you," I give her a sincere nod. I scoop Nat up bridal style and I carry her to the spare bedroom. I lay her down gently. Her mom had followed me in.

"Thank you for taking care of her when I couldn't," She says in broken English.

"It's really not a problem ma'am," I smile. She leaves the room slightly cracking the door behind her. I sigh. I sit on the bed beside Natasha I pull my shoes off and I let them rest on the floor. I lay next to her and smile. I inspect the temporary bandage around her waist. Speckts of blood are starting to seep though. I sit up and I pull a knife out of pocket. I cut away the bandages. I rest my hand near the wound. I feel her whole body shake under my touch.
"It's ok 'Tasha it's Steve," I whisper. Her body seems to relax a little at my words. I look over to the nightstand where extra bandages are. I grab them. I sit Natasha up and I lean her against me. I take the 'bandages' and I tightly secure them around her. I use a saftey pin to secure it. I lean back taking Nat with me. I feel her smile into my chest as she leans into me. I inwardly smile also. I hold her tighter to me.
"I love you, Natasha," I say into her hair.

The rest of night seems to excrete into a single blur as eyes shut and my mind relaxes.

Thanks for reading!
Sorry for any speling errors or if any translations are wrong... I try my best.
I'm gonna try to get some more romanogers in the next few chapters as they will slow down a little.
Thanks for sticking around this long it means alot to me.
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