~TONY~
I started pacing around the room, Clint was the first one to race through the door. "Where is Nat? Jarvis said it had to do with her, where is she?"
"That's the problem"
"What do you mean!" His face was riddled with terror
"Jarvis play the phone call"
"Yes sir,"
"What do you want Romanoff?"
"H-help" I looked over at Clint, the emotion wiped off his face he looked straight ahead, it's almost if he didn't believe it,
"Natasha what's going on- "
"HEY! What are you doing you little BITCH!" Clint's eyes started jumping around the room and all the color left his face. He sat in the nearest chair and put his head in his hands then ran his hands through his hair, as this was happening Steve entered the room.
"Where's Natasha?" Clint shook his head and rested it back into his hands again. I tore my eyes off him to reply to Steve but Clint beat me to it.
"Someone took her,"
"What who?"
"I don't know maybe you should tell us!" Clint yelled,
"What do you mean Legolas?" He lifted his head to scowl at me then stood up and looked at Steve.
"You were the one who was fighting with her! Before she ran away to drink away her problems!" Steve looked down at his shoes,
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Clint ran towards his and grabbed his shirt and balled his fingers up. I ran over to Steve and pushed Clint off him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you talking about?"
"She didn't want me to go find Bucky. Then I tried to find out why and she got mad at me for not reading her file."
"Why didn't you read it?" I asked
"Because I was waiting for her too take responsibility of her actions, in a way a guess. We all did things to get where we are." Clint looked up from the floor and scowled at him and took a step closer to him
"She didn't choose to be who she is today, she was forced. Do you have any sympathy at all, you know to think of other situations?"
"What do you mean?" Steve finally replied. Clint stayed silent for a while,
"She was only six when they took her you know... When they stole her." I knew what he was talking about, of course I had read her files, I'm not a saint. if anything, I respected her for it. I think, but that death count was high… I guess I could say that I would be more cautious around her. I want to be able to respect her more, but if I'm being truthful, I'm afraid of what she has done, what if she snapped one day- snap out of that Tony- she is your teammate, and you need to find her. Think.
"Guys! I think I know how to find her! Now who saw her last?"
"Uh, I guess I did,"
"Did she happen to be wearing a gold necklace with like a big circle on it?"
"Uh, I think so… Why?"
"YES!" I ran over to my computer, and started looking for that necklace,
"One week Natasha had to go on a mission and it was high class so she needed a comm. that would blend in with what she was supposed to wear, it happened to be that necklace, she must have forgotten that I gave it to her." Clint ran to my side and looked at the computer screen with me. But Steve stayed in the exact same spot with his hands stuck in his pants staring down at his shoes.
"I found her! She's headed somewhere and she is going fast, she's definitely in a car somewhere."
"I should be the one to go get her, Clint is right this was all my fault." Steve said still fixing his eyes on the tile.
"Here take this tracker it should tell you where the bracelet is." He took it from my hand
"I'll keep in touch," and with that he stepped out the door
~NATASHA~
I woke back up and sat up abruptly but right after regretted my decision my head was pounding.
"Be careful" I was in a car and we were speeding off somewhere, my hands were in big bulky handcuffs that wouldn't allow me to use my fingers. They were attached to the handle on the car, jumping out of the car was not a possibility. I was wearing a black long sleeve top and shorts,
"What do you want with me?" I rasped,
"I don't want you, I could care less, my handler is the one who cares for you." I looked over to the man who was talking to me. I knew that smell, it smelled like home, like Russia. I had heard his voice before… He was the man on the beach! Who had come and tried to kill me before I found Steve, if you could call that trying I guess. I took a good look at him and immediately recognized him,James. He had a big metal arm and his new long hair. I sat up and tried to open the door. I heard a big laugh come from him.
"I knew you would do that that's why you have those on," I grunted in anger, and in fear, I can't go back, they will use me. I felt fear, it felt like I couldn't breathe, I felt terror. I started shake, they were going to take me and turn me back into a weapon.
"Let me go! Let me go please!"
"Now why would I do that."
"Because you know me," he let out another big laugh, I still couldn't breathe I couldn't talk,
"James, please." I rasped
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
"James Buchanan Barns" I breathed. the car swerved off onto the side of the road. James started grunting in frustration,
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU!" He took out a gun in the main console and pointed it to my head.
"At this point I welcome death James, give me what I want." He was breathing heavily then looked into my eyes and lowered the gun and shot it into my stomach. I gasped as the bullet hit me, it hurt, I wasn't putting a façade on this time. I tried to grab my stomach but by and wouldn't budge. I felt myself going into shock. I could barely sense what was going around me. My breath was hitching. The pain was unbearable. James picked me up and moved me into an abandoned building. He hung the cuffs from two groves above my head. I had to deal with the pain, I took a deep breath in and out. I felt myself gaining back control as James came over to me.
"My handler wants answer's" I didn't reply
"I intend to get them" He took my jaw and lifted it up so I was looking at him,
"You must care for something what is it." I knew my answer… My friends, they can't touch them I will take all the pain for them. James lifted a knife,
"you know I'm not afraid to use this,"
"Go ahead," I weakly replied.
"Such a shame" he lifted it up to my cheekbone and dragged it across my face slowly, I felt the warm blood dripping down my face. Then he moved to my leg and stuck it all the way in I let squeak leave my mouth. Blood was running from my leg violently. He pulled out another knife and prepared it in front of my other leg
"Still want to resist," I laughed
"You obviously don't remember me then," I grunted from the pain of trying to talk
"Have it your way," He slid it into my leg slowly this time, in erupting pain, I grunted again.
"I see you like that." He took the knife and twisted it around. I could hear my blood dripping into a puddle on the floor. I couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a scream. A sneer crossed James face, then I heard it. Steve's voice. I looked up at James,
"You know him, you need to go now, for your own good," He stared at me, he was remembering something, I could see it in his eyes.
"Natasha!" I heard Steve yell
"James, you need to go." I whispered, he looked into my eyes, and I knew he recognized me.
"I'm sorry," He whispered to me then ran out of the door,
"Natasha!?" Steve yelled again, I couldn't talk I was too weak, my vision was burring, and going black in some other places. I dropped my head accepting my fate, I was losing too much blood. I still felt it gushing out of my legs and stomach.
"Sorry Steve," I whispered to myself,
"Natasha!" He was considerably closer this time, but all I could hear was my staggered breathing and the dripping of my blood onto the floor. My eyes were getting heavier by the second. But then I heard it, Steve's footsteps, they were running trying to find me.
"Steve," I tried to say, but it came out a staggered whisper. But the footsteps stopped, he heard me.
~STEVE~
I heard her, she said my name but where was she? Oh god, I had to find her. I looked around me where could she be? Then I saw it a man running from an abandoned building, should I get him or go to Natasha, I watched him run. I have get Nat first, I ran into the building and called her name again I looked around, she was nowhere to be seen, in the corner was a hole in the celling. There was no stairs or ladder just a bent pipe sticking out of the wall. I ran over to the pipe and lifted myself up into the second floor. The scene I saw was devastating. Nat was hanging from the ceiling, blood was dripping from her legs, and stomach. I ran over to her, I was trying to figure out what to do.
"Hey," She whispered
"Are you okay?!"
"Obviously not" She let out a pained laugh. I looked up to the cuffs on her hands and broke the metal off, she rested her hand on my shoulder. I did the same with the other cuff. She was resting all her weight on me.
"Is there any way I can touch you without hurting you,"
"No… Steve it's okay, you just made the mistake of trying to dance I my storm." She looked up at me and gave her try at a smile.
"Nat.." she lifted one arm off my shoulder and clutched her middle.
"Ow," she said.
"You're getting all wonky, and you spinning, I think I'm going to pass out now." I lifted her up into my arms and she let out a groan.
"Sorry Nat."
~TONY THREE HOURS LATER~
Steve came back with Natasha and she was in bad shape, I couldn't even fathom how much blood she had lost. Me and Bruce tried to stabilize her ourselves, but had to bring her to a real hospital. Now Clint, Steve, Bruce, and me were sitting in a waiting room. We got some weird stares, all of us being together. Something broke my train of thought, was it? A scream. It came from Natasha's room. All of us shot out our seats. All the doctors rushed into the room and more screams were heard. We all ran into the room, Natasha was thrashing in her bed, screaming 'no' at the top of her lungs. I knew what was happening. The doctors shooed me away as I tried to get close to her but I pushed them out of my way. She was thinking about the hospital, the children's ward. She thought she was there again.
"Take off the restraints!" I yelled
"Sir, she will escape if we do that!" A doctor yelled back.
"You're just scaring her! Do it now!" The doctor loosened her restraints stepping away quickly. Natasha tried to leap up but I pushed her shoulder down,
"Red you need to look at me." Her breathing was heavy and scattered. Everyone was shooed out of the room but me. Natasha looked at me
"What's my name?" She looked at me and realization swept across her face
"You need to get me out of here! I'm going to hurt someone!"
"No, you're not, know body knows you are here." She settled back into the bed.
"Doesn't mean they can't find me."
HEYYYYY I didn't proofread this I am too tired, SORRY FOR TAKING SO FREAKING LONG TO WRITE THIS! But I think this is going to be the last chapter in this story, but it's going to have a sequel. Its events are going to be one during Age of Ultron, then a few story's after Age of Ultron. I'm also going to release a few one shots, about different things, all will be romanogers. I will do some other ship one shots upon request. I will also do prompts if you send them to me. Then later I will do a after Civil War story of mostly Nat's point of view.
THANK YOU FOR READING!
