Alrighty guys this is my first Marvel Fanfic, taking place about a week after Captain America: the winter soldier, so please don't get mad at the spoilers. If your don't want there to be spoilers go watch the movie. I recommend it; it's a fantastic movie and well worth it.
Natasha left another press interview into the sunlight. Raising her hand to shield her eyes, as she walked to her sports car. She opened the door and started it when her phone vibrated. Pulling it out of her breast pocket, Natasha smiled to herself as she saw it was Steve Rogers. She held unreadable feeling towards the captain, and these feelings made her question her own relationship with the captain. She knew he was attracted to her as much as she was attracted to him, but she tried to hide the attraction by playing matchmaker for him.
Update on Bucky's location, will be awhile.
For reason she didn't know but was sorta glad he did; Rogers always let her know when he was going to leave dc. Sending a quick response, she pulled her car out and headed towards her apartment. When she got there, she picked up her mail and began sorting through it on her way to her basement apartment. Natasha had chosen the basement apartment for the massive size. It could fit three master bedrooms a small training area, a kitchen, living room and two bathrooms.
With a sigh, Natasha threw away all the thank you letters; she had been receiving ever since Hydra was brought down in the middle of the Pontiac. As she approached her door, she paused. The stereo in her apartment was on and the smell of so food leaked through her door. Reaching for her Glock 29, she slowly pushed open the already unlocked door. Her training took over; she silently slipped into her apartment, closing the door behind her, scanning the room for her mysterious intruder. Finding her living room and training area empty. Heading for the kitchen, Natasha noticed that there was a leather Jacket hanger on the hanger outside the training area. Quickly and methodically, she ruffled through the pockets; finding a decent-sized wad of bill, a Jadgdkommado knife, and Springfield XD-S.
Finding the intruder's choice in knives, a bit twisted, Natasha closed in on the kitchen where a delicious scent filled her nostrils. Fighting the urge to just walk in and demand that food, she peeked around the corner into her kitchen and saw a tall stranger eating something Italian at her bar, back facing her. She watched the muscle in his back work. Even through the grey workout shirt, he wore; the stranger's tanned skin showed through the fabric. His long fiery hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. He continued to eat when Billy Joel's "only the good die young" began on her stereo, though he turned his head and looked at her through his sunglasses. Natasha froze as he looked at her. How had he known she was there?
Giving up on stealth, Natasha stood up and stepped into view, gun raise and trained on the intruder. He didn't give a single acknowledge of her existence before turning back to his food. Natasha slowly approached him, perplexed. She stepped to the other side of the bar and noticed the sheathed Japanese sword leaning against the underside of the counter.
"Who are you?" she asked as he popped another piece of pasta covered meat into his mouth. The man remained silent. Even though she could not see his eyes through the sunglasses, Natasha could certainly feel them on her body.
"Your pasta is slightly too hard." The stranger finally spoke in Russian as he finished. Natasha was shocked at his rumbling voice. She had not been expecting such a sexy voice out of him. Her gun followed him as he gathered the utensils and walked over to her sink and began washing the plate. Annoyed with her intruder, Natasha popped of a shot near the side of his head and repeated her question, in Russian this time.
"You'd be wise not to do that again." The stranger didn't even flinch as the bullet whizzed and shatter a pile of bowls.
"And why is that?" she responded. Faster than she could follow, the stranger sped over to the bar and flipped over it; grabbed her gun holding hand, slammed it into the surface of the bar, forcing her to drop it and pinned her against the wall with his other hand.
"Because I'm not an enemy." his face lacked any emotion and his sunglasses set her on edged as she choked on his unnaturally strong grip. As oxygen was denied access to her lungs, Natasha kneed her intruder in the groin. Hard. With a small grunt of pain, he let her go and backed up out of reach. With air rushing in her lungs and her mind regain it hold over her body, Natasha sprang towards her assailant with a series of rapid punches and kicks; which were blocked with ease. Catching the last kick, the man dropped to one knee, kicking her other leg out, forcing her to do very unbalance splits.
Pushing her aside, the man sprang, catlike over the counter, raced to grab his sword and he swung it with the sword still in the sheath.
"He wants me alive." Natasha thought ducking under the swing and punching his solar plexus and nearly breaking her hand on it. Gasping in pain, she refuses to let one solid chest to stop her attack. What did were the two stiffened fingers to her throat and a very solid fist to her gut. Two hands hauled her up unto the counter and the man trapped sat on top of her, trapping her hands and legs with his own.
"There's a Hydra strike team on their way over here right now." The man said in English as Natasha bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him. She froze at his words; if they were true then her position had been compromised and she needed to get the hell out of here.
"Now will you listen to me?"
Natasha renewed her effort to get him off when a new voice spoke through her speakers, cutting Pat Benatar's invincible off.
"Jared, the strike teams four minutes out. Is your tango cooperative yet?" Natasha strained to look at the doorway, looking for the new person; knowing he wouldn't be there. She took in the info presented to her like a second nature. The man's name was Jared and he speaks Russian like a native and has a friend who has remoted into her house through her stereo. She watched as the man's head snapped up to look at the same doorway as she had and snarled,
"Damn it, Fredrick! Stall them, now!"
"Alrighty boss man."
Natasha looked at her ginger captor with a raised eyebrow. Jared's face flushed when he looked back down at her. He quickly got off her and slid to the floor, extending a hand of assistance; which was totally ignored. She rolled off on the opposite end and began to reach for the gun that wasn't on the counter but in Jared's palm. Giving him an annoyed look, Natasha held out her hand.
"Give me my gun."
He scoffed and shook his head, "you have another one. There's no way I'm giving you more bullets to put in my back," he said stuffing it in his pocket. Bending over to pick up his fallen sword, Jared motioned for her to follow. Which she did albeit very cautiously. Jared walked over to his jacket and slipped on. With his back turned towards hers, she was gifted with the acceptable sight of his backside.
"Fredrick, positions."
Jared's voice brought her attention back from his ass to her looking at an amused smirk, "anything you like?"
Natasha raspberries him, "yea right."
He leans in until their faces are barely separated, "Should you or I tell poor captain Rogers, there's competition?" She cursed herself as heated crept up into her face.
"Jare I'm cutting the lights in the building." Fredrick's voice warned. Not a moment too soon because the apartment was plunged into darkness. Natasha fumbled with her phone and turned on the flashlight and swung it towards Jared.
"OW! Damn it, turn that thing off!" he snarled turning away. Natasha quickly shone it on the floor, not voicing the fact that his eyes were yellow and slitted.
"Go get out of sight and don't get shot." Jared ordered; the sound of his sword being drawn seemed to fill the pitch-black room. Natasha contemplated the ramification of her yellowed eyed aquantiace. She heard the slight scuffing of heavy boots outside her door and quickly positioned herself by the door.
The door was thrown open and six Hydra soldiers rushed into the dark room. Natasha was about to engage when a soft purring sound began and the door slammed shut. She heard all the Hydra men turn and begin screaming. Natasha drooped to the floor as bullet holes began to appear in the wall beside her. The flashes from the barrels were painting a disturbing picture from Natasha's point of view. One soldier would begin to empty his mag and with his last shot, Natasha saw either the flash of his sword or those cat eyes with a devilish gleam in them. In a matter of seconds there were no more shots or scream, only that soft purring sound.
"Fredrick, where's our ride?" Jared asked in the darkness. The door swung open, just as the light flickered back on. Natasha looked up at Jared and saw his sunglasses were back on. Her attention was pulled down from him to the mass of bodies strewn about the floor of her apartment. Most bodies had giant diagonal gashes on their chest while only one had a small vertical puncture going through his throat.
The person who walked in was clearly a woman for her biker jacket barely seemed to contain her breast, "Where the package?" her voice was very sonorous and seemed to float through the air; her blonde hair falling perfectly over her shoulder.
"Are you hurt, Miss Romanov?" Jared asked in Russian. Natasha pushed herself to her feet brushed off the dust on her jeans before responding.
"I've been through worse." Jared chuckled as the female turned around and locked eyes with her. The female's blue eyes bore into Natasha's green ones. She sent the whole you-touch-my-meat-and-I-will-send-you-home-in-pieces look.
"Nat!" Jared chided and both females turn to look at him at the same time, "Whoa ok that was massively creepy, but my point is you have no claim over me Natalie." He said eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. Natasha was about to speak when the Fredrick person spoke again.
"Natalie should be arriving any second…"
"I'm here."
"She's here!"
Jared and the female shouted at the same time. Natasha shook her head at the hypocrisy she could point out but decided against it. She crossed her arms and waited for them to continue. This by happenstance wasn't very long.
"Nat take Miss Romanov to the Den and wait further instructions." Jared ordered walking out the door. The two women looked at each other with conflicted expressions. One of annoyed hatred and the other of muted amusement. The blonde stepped forward when Jared's head popped back through the doorway.
"Oh, tell the rest of the dogs if they touch Miss Romanov, I will neuter them." And he was gone again.
"Like any of them would touch this trash." Natasha heard the Blondie mutter under her breath before speaking to Fredrick, "Find me the quickest way home Freddie."
"He left twenty seconds ago." Fredrick responded immediately, "If you hurry you might be able to catch a ride."
Natalie curse foully as Jared walked back into the room with his sword leaning against his shoulder and a sheepish look on his face. He didn't say a word as he walked over to the corner of Natasha's living room. Picked up his sheath and slid his sword back into it.
"Take us to the Den." Natalie demanded, with hands on hip in a very girlish way.
"Asked respectably and I might consider it." Jared said walking towards the door. Natasha grinned as she saw Natalie visibly beat down the urge to kill. When she asked again her voice dripped of fake sweetness.
"Mister Jared, please let me and the tango ride with you."
Jared snorted and laughed evilly, "The Tango has a name and blow me." Jared grabbed Natasha's arm and dragged her up the stairs at a furious pace, slamming the door shut behind him. When they were about to reach the front desk; Jared turned slightly and picked Natasha up and began carrying her like Prince Charming.
"Act like we're a couple." He ordered as the neared the top of the stairs. Playing along Natasha threw her arms around Jared's neck and began to giggle like a school-girl. Jared stiffened slightly before smoothly covering it by pulling of his sunglasses to reveal a gorgeous set of crystalline blue eyes. As the pair rounded to corner and stepped into view of the front desk. Natasha continued to giggle as she looked at the woman who worked the front desk with a totally-in-love look.
"Have a nice evening you two." She said with a jealous look in her eyes. Jared gave an utterly sexy chuckle before responding.
"Ma'am. I certainly plan to." Once they had exited the building and made it to some alley; Jared set her down lightly. As soon as her feet had a firm hold on the ground, Natasha kneed him in the groin again and forced him against the wall with a knife, she always had hidden, against his throat. His sword fell against the
"Who are you and how did you know where to find me and that Hydra was after me." She ordered. Jared's blue eyes widened in shock before he began his story.
Hiya again guys. Disclaimer: Black widow, Shield, and all there other stuff that aren't blatantly mine (for example Jared, Fredrick and Natalie) are property of Marvel and Stan Lee. So my first Marvel fanfic. Let me know how I did with the first chapter and post suggestions. Later.