-Natasha's POV-
When I wake the next morning Steve isn't next to me in bed. I get up quickly and gather my clothes which are spread around the room. I put them all in a messy pile before pulling on one of Steve's shirts and his sweatpants. The sweatpants fall well past my ankles, so I tie them tight to my waist and roll them a few times.
I leave the room and head to the elevator.
"JARVIS where is Steve?" I ask the AI.
"Captain Rogers is in the community kitchen Ms,"
"Thanks," I ride the elevator there.
In the kitchen, Tony, Clint, Steve, Thor, Wanda and Fury are all there.
"Good morning Little Red. It's a bit late for you isn't it?" It is late, almost 9 am.
"Fury what are you doing here?" I ask him, ignoring Tony.
"Needed to have a quick chat with Stark about his PR headaches he is causing me,"
I grab the coffee pot which is almost empty. I pour the remains into a mug and add cream. I sit across from Steve who is seated on the other side of the island.
"Morning Rogers," I say slyly.
"Mornin'," He returns.
"What's going on here? You two need to get a room," Tony comments, sitting next to me.
"What's the matter Tony?" I ask. I roll my eyes at his dramatics.
"You and Cap eye fucking?"
"Oh that's above your clearence level,"
"I'm gonna go take a shower," Steve says, quickly excusing himself.
"Ok Nat explain now," Tony urges.
"Explain what?"
"You and Rogers. Did you two ya know, Fondue?"
I give him a quick quirk of my lips and take a sip of my coffee.
"Was it good?" Thor asks coming over from his place on couch.
"Oh you have no idea," I smirk.
"Ok I don't need to hear this," Fury says getting up to leave.
"Excuse me but there is someone here for Ms. Romanoff," JARVIS says over the intercom in the kitchen.
"Who?" I ask.
"A Ms. Yelena Belova,"
"Umm send her up JARVIS," I say. Why would she be here? Did something happen?
A minute later the elevator opens,
"'Talia you need to come back to Russia."
-Steve's POV-
"Mr. Rogers your presence is required in the kitchen," I hear JARVIS say as I dry my hair off with a towel.
I quickly find some suitable clothes. I hurry to the elevator and back up to the kitchen. A shiver shoots up my spine and I crack my knuckles to distract me.
"What's wrong," I say as soon as the doors open. I see Natasha who is pale as a ghost. Yelena is standing next to her. Yelena hands are in tight fists as if she's trying to hold something back. I watch a tear slip down Natasha's face and it falls down her face, soaking into my sweatshirt. She stands there frozen, but I can see her chest begin to rise and fall quicker.
"I need to go," Natasha says. She brushes past me and runs to the elevator. I feel the pain in her movements and I choke on any words I begin to form, at a lose for words.
"What happened?" I ask Yelena.
"It's her parents. They're dead."
-Natasha's POV-
Words and memories tangle in my head in a storm. I stumble and reach for the wall of the elevator. When the doors open I fall into the hallway but quickly pick myself up. I follow the hall to my door and almost kick it in. My eyes start to water and I can't breathe. I reach around on the floor for something anything. I find my black duffel bag discarded from a few nights ago. I stumble over to my dresser and throw any clothes I can in there including my suit.
I go over to my gun safe and pull two GLOCKs from it. I load them and grab an extra magaizen for both. I gather myself in the bathroom, before splashing some cold water on my face. I look up at myself and see that my eyes are red and puffy. I watch a few, more tears slip from my eyes, I brush them away quickly. How could this of happened? Everyone who would want to hurt me like this is dead or locked away. Unless. Ivan. I should of killed that son of a bitch. I bet he ordered the hit. He's mine. And so is everyone he knows.
I quickly change out of Steve's clothes, and pull on black jeans and a black shirt along with my black leather jacket. I pull it around me tight and take a breath. I leave my room with the door open and the keys left in front of the door. I take the elevator to the lobby and I meet Yelena.
"Where to first?" Yelena asks me as soon as she meets my eye. I can't form any words as I notice how dry my mouth has become.
"The New York Triskelion. It's time for Fury and I to have a chat," I answer with a increasing bitterness.
I unlock my Corvette and Yelena slides into the passenger seat. The ride is silent and I don't bother to brush away the silent tears that fall down my cheeks.
"Let's go," I say as I park in the fire lane in front of the building. Yelena follows quickly behind me. I flash my badge to the lady at the front desk and she lets us past; not daring to ask the Black Widow any questions.
We get to the 70th floor of the building quickly, Fury's office here is larger than the one at Stark Tower or any Avengers base.
I see him through the glass wall of his office. I open the door quickly and draw my gun from my waistband.
"Agent Romanoff. What the hell do you think your doing?" Fury exclaims. I kick the chair he's sitting on so he is pushed into the wall. My gun leveled at his forehead.
"How the hell was Ivan able to get a word out?!" I yell furiously.
"Natasha please calm down let's talk this out," Fury tries to talk me down.
"No! I didn't kill him because I knew you could keep him under lock and key. Guess not. Now my fucking parents are dead because of you. Because you can't keep one man in a concrete box," I yell again.
"Natasha, I'm sorry. He isn't allowed any communication besides the guards that feed him,"
"Then you have a mole Fury. Get your shit sorted. I quit!" I fire back slamming my badge on his desk. The silver eagle mocking Fury. The badge he had hand delivered me when I joined. The badge that had saved my life, now sits coldly on his desk. I leave in a run, Yelena on my heels.
I sit back down in my Corvette and slam my hands on the sides on the steering wheel. My vision once more blurred by tears. Yelena, also back in the car, grabs my hand with both of hers and we sit in silence until I gather my bearings. I pick up my phone and search for a contact. The phone rings twice before I hear an answer from the other line.
"Stark, I need a jet."
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Ok I'm sorry. I know what a shitty chapter and I'm sorry for the slow updates. Yell at me all you want. Next chapter will hopefully be up by the end of this week.
Meanwhile go check out my new Romanogers One Shot book!
Thanks for reading and sticking with the story all this time! - Ellie (:
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Learning to Love
Fanfikce•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...
