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I stir restlessly as I hear that stupid metal door swing open again hopefully it will open one more time to let Bucky and me get out of this terrible place. Somethings wrong I only here one pair of footsteps.
"Hello Natalia. Are you ready to talk yet?" he asks.
"What, you don't think I am a threat anymore? Where's your bodyguard?" I ask in a calm steady voice even though I am feeling the exact opposite.
"Oh Natalia the Solider was never here as my bodyguard. He was here because you fear him."
Prideful and stubborn as always. But he isn't wrong I do fear the Winter Solider but not Bucky, not anymore. Where is he? I have to finish this myself and then I will find him and save him from whatever Ivan has done to him.
"I just had juicy steak and wine for dinner. It was delicious. Aren't you hungry Natalia? Tell me where the Avengers are and how I can defeat them then you can eat also." He is trying to bribe me now, still I say nothing.
"You have been here for days with no food and water. Your body must be craving these things now. Just picture it: clean, cold, fresh water, and a juicy steak cooked so perfectly that it melts in your mouth. You can have all of that if you give me what I want."
I will make my move now I decide. I quickly yank my wrists out of the loosened restraints, I will have to thank Bucky for that later, and I jump onto my feet preparing to lung at Ivan when my legs give out under me and I hit the ground. I am too weak to fight him I think but running on adrenaline I am able to stand back up. Once on my feet I rush at Ivan who apparently has had time to prepare for my attack because he takes my legs right out from under me and I feel my body hit the cold hard floor again except this time he his holding me down.
'You are never going to answer my questions are you? What a waste." He says as he wraps his hard, powerful hands around my throat and applies pressure. So this is it then. This is how I die. I would laugh if I could because this is kind of fitting. I will die by the hands who created me. I only wish I could have said goodbye to all of my friends, especially Clint. My world is starting to go black as my body struggles pointlessly to free itself form Ivan's iron grasp.
Suddenly the hands around my throat are gone. At first I can do nothing but lay here gasping for air. Suddenly Bucky's concerned face appears above mine.
"Are you okay?" he asks and I am still out of breath so I nod in response.
Once I have regained my breath he helps me to my feet supporting some of my weight because I am still struggling to stand. We are looking at what appears to be Ivan's dead body sprawled across the ground.
"Is he dead?" I ask.
"Yes his neck is broken." Bucky reassures me.
"Good. Let's go."
We walk out the metal door which we slam closed behind us with. Bucky has a hand around my shoulder to help me keep balanced and also to take some of my weight. He doesn't offer to carry me because he knows I will refuse. I have only be carried when I was unconscious and once when I had both of my legs crushed and actually couldn't walk.
"Somethings wrong. Why are these hallways so empty?" I ask.
"I told all of the guards that were supposed to be on patrol tonight that switched the assignments and that they would take the second part of the shift. They are all too afraid of me to argue or question those orders."
After about 5 more minutes of winding through hallways we turn around a last corner and come upon a steep flight of stairs leading to what must be the surface and our exit. It takes us way too long to climb the stairs because I can barely go up them.
Finally Bucky pushes the door open and I break away from his grip. I need to walk out this door on my own. It may seem stupid but after everything they have done to me in my life I need to show myself that I am as strong as ever.
We emerge into a cold snowy night. Both of which I am thankful for. We stop for a second and Bucky wraps his arm around my body and we begin to walk away from the building. Finally were free of this place and of Ivan. I think to myself. All of a sudden Bucky lets go of me and runs in the direction we just came from. I hear a loud bang and spin around to see what is going on and suddenly my left shoulder explodes in pain and I fall to my knees using my right hand to apply pressure to the wound. I watch Bucky kill a single man with a gun who had apparently missed Bucky's message. I am still sitting on my knees when Bucky returns. He removes his hand from my shoulder and studies the wound.
"Keep applying pressure." He orders. Then all of a sudden I am in his arms and we are running away from that building.
"Where are we going?" I ask frowning. My voice sounds weaker than I would like.
"Don't worry I know of a cabin that I used to meet Ivan in about a mile from here. We will be there soon but I need you to stay awake okay."
"I will." I promise.
Eventually we arrive at the cabin which is has not been heated in a long time but has electricity. I am laying on the couch. Bucky comes over with a blanket.
"Natasha I need you to take your shirt off so I can take care of your wound."
I sigh in response and he helps me sit up. "I need your help." I say turning my body so that my back is to him, once the shirt has been peeled away from the wound we discover it went clear through. Bucky pours some alcohol on it and at first I am confused about were the loud screeching is coming from and then realize that for the first time throughout this whole ordeal I am crying out loud. When he finished cleaning the wound he binds it tightly to stop the bleeding until we can find a way to stitch it shut. All of a sudden I feel my eyes grow heavy and I realize that I can't fight off sleep anymore and I fade out of consciousness feeling safe to rest for the first time in days.
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