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Natasha heard the gun go off before she saw the attacker. Swirling around on her heel, she saw her sister sway slightly on her feet and then crumple to the ground.
"ISABELLA!" she yelled out at the top of her voice, fearing what had happened. Then she turned around to spot the attacker. Raising her gun, she fired round and round of bullets after him. But she was not the only one, for the attacker soon found himself hailed by arrows, bullets and even a shield. Yet the attacker didn't matter at the moment – all that mattered was her sister. She raced forwards and knelt down beside her.
"Isabella." Natasha whispered desperately. She became unaware of her surroundings as all that mattered was her sister. The red blood seeped into the white snow softly, as though it were taunted Natasha of her sister's fate. Sure she could normally face people getting injured fine – with her line of work it was inevitable. But this wasn't just someone else. This was the younger sister that she had failed to protect. She could vaguely feel someone put them hand on her back for comfort but she wasn't sure who it was. In the distance, Thor could be seen running towards them, the remains of a building beyond him. He must have completed his mission then.
"We have got to get her out of here." Someone – Steve – said. Then her sister was lifted away back onto the jet to return home.
Meanwhile all Isabella could feel was fire. It consumed her in the darkness she feared. She was lost in the abyss around her – where was she. She could only feel the pain. Inside, she screamed loudly but no one would hear this. How much time had passed is unknown. It didn't seem to mean much anymore. It just happened. After a length of this mysterious time, the fog began to clear gradually. At first it was just voices she could hear.
"Natasha, It wasn't your fault." Clint whispered in the darkness.
"She's my younger sister: I was supposed to protect her."
Then the darkness swallowed her up once more. The next time she heard a little more.
"The entire base was destroyed. We think they just wanted us out the way." Tony had told Natasha.
"They failed." Was Natasha's bitter reply.
The fog cleared more. Then eventually she awoke. Isabella's eyes flicked open. At first she could see nothing by blinding white light, but then images and shapes started to take form. She was in a very plain white room on a bed with white sheets. A constant beeping noise filled her ears. Actually it was starting to get pretty annoying already. Natasha was sat on the bed staring out at the door without seeing. Hearing that she was awake, she jerked around and said softly
"Hey." Isabella didn't reply –her throat felt as dry as sandpaper. Seeing this Natasha handed her a glass of water. The water trickled down her throat soothingly.
"Ow." She groaned as the side of her body suddenly started to ache from her bullet wound
"You were lucky. It missed all your organs." She stated. Although she seemed calm Isabella could see that she had been pretty shaken up by it all.
What happened?" Isabella asked, trying to become a little less confused, "did we win?"
"They retreated. Steve and Tony reckon they were hoping to beat us sooner so we weren't a threat later on."
"Guess they didn't not want they were going to get them."
"Guess not." Natasha agreed. "And Thor blew up the base."
"Did he find anything?" Natasha hesitated for a moment. Just as she opened her mouth to reply, the door opened.
"Nat, you really do need to eat…" Clint started before he noticed that Isabella was awake. "Oh, glad to see your awake Isabella." He said genuinely, "Nat here hasn't left your room." Isabella glanced up at her sister confused,
"I wanted to know you were ok." Was all she said by way of an explanation. There was another long pause, before Natasha seemed to remember what Isabella's question had been.
"Thor did find something." She said. Isabella held her breath slightly – what would it have been. She watched her sister as she pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Isabella. Upon it, Isabella could see a map of the world. A small flag could be seen on every country or so, with a picture of a hand stamped across it.
"The bases." Isabella stated, "I thought the hand symbol was just the logo for the SRP." She murmured,
"I thought so too, but it's all of the SPM." Natasha followed her thoughts. Yet Isabella couldn't concentrate – the fire in her side began to weigh her down more and more. Go to sleep, she heard her sister whisper as the darkness came once more.
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