HELLO FOLKS! This is my first time writing a fic.
Hope y'all enjoy! (PS this is a clean story no cussing, profanity, or nonsense.) :) I only write for the fun and entertainment of it. Mild angst, fluff, bullying, and drama. Maybe romance. Not quite sure yet. If there's romance it's going to be Nat and Steve.
ON WITH THE SHOW!! :D
NATASHA'S POV:
The first thing Natasha is aware of is a shrill ringing in her ears. She moans softly, and clamps her hands over her ears, although it does nothing to alleviate the ringing, it gives her a sense of security. Suddenly, there's a shriek, and Natasha's eyes fly open. No. No. No. The Red Room. She honestly hadn't wanted to kill the girl. She was just doing as she was told. Now they were coming to punish her for hesitating. Her arms shake from a strange fatigue that has settled over bones. Forcing herself to her feet, she takes up a defensive stance. For the first time, she takes in her surroundings. But it's not what she expects. A big room, a kitchen area on her left, a living area on her right. A large floor to ceiling window in front of her, she's in a tall building, because she has a bird's eye view. And the strange thing is, she's surrounded by five other unconscious (dead maybe?) bodies. She circles around, and sees the source of the earlier shriek. Thanks to her training, she doesn't so much as flinch.
It's a woman with strawberry blonde hair, wearing a black pencil skirt, and white blouse. The expression on her face is a mixture of horror, shock, disbelief, and exasperation.
"Where am I?" Natasha snarls.
The woman's mouth is open, still recovering from some kind of shock. She shakes her head.
"Natasha! It's me, Pepper. You know me! We're friends!"
"How do you know my name?"
"We went to lunch yesterday. We talked about how the guys are grating on our nerves lately. Well mostly Tony and Clint. Steve is actually an angel."
Natasha frowns. This woman is obviously playing her. Their enemies have kidnapped her, and now they're planning on getting information about the Red Room. Her handlers are going to be so ticked. She reaches for her knifes, only to find she's wearing a much too big gray t shirt, and loose leggings. She could take this woman easy, but she probably has backup just waiting for the go ahead. She pauses for half a second, to glance over the other bodies. They're young, like herself, and they're still breathing as far as she can tell. She can't help but wonder if they had been kidnapped as well. She knows they're not from the Red Room. Maybe from another secret organization.
"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where am I?"
"You really don't remember do you? You're in Stark Tower. New York."
Man, she was far from home.
"Who are they?" She gestures to the others on the floor.
The woman, Pepper, sighs. "Bruce." She points to a dark curly haired boy. "Clint." A dark blonde boy, with a buzzcut. "Thor." A boy with long blonde hair. "Tony." A brunette boy. "Sam." A dark boy with curly black hair. "Steve." A small blonde haired boy.
Natasha's brow furrows. Pepper knows them all by name. The woman had clearly done her research. As if on cue, the boy, Steve, groaned.
Natasha tensed as Pepper started to come forward. "Stay back."
Pepper nodded. The kid slowly sat up on trembling arms, and squinted. He looked about 16 or 17, Natasha's age. His eyes got wider, as he took in his surroundings, his breath becoming more ragged by the second. He locked eyes with Natasha, and something twisted inside her. The boy started wheezing helplessly, as he looked from the bodies around them, to the giant picture window. Without a second thought, Natasha went against every protocol in her training. She turned her back to the woman, and crossed to the gasping boy. She crouched next to him, and braced his shoulders. "Hey, hey, it's ok." Her soothing tone surprised herself. His body went rigid with her touch, but relaxed a few seconds later. Probably because he was too busy trying not to suffocate to death. His hand grasped at his shirt.
"Breathe. Just breathe with me." She takes his hand and places it over her heart. "Feel my heart beat. Do as I do." She inhales deeply, and he attempts to do the same, but his breath is wheezy, and halting. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale.
They repeat until his breathing is just a slight wheeze, and he is more alert than before. Sometime during the process, she had scooted behind him, and his back was leaning against her chest. She barely notices when the other kids start to come to. She is just bent over the boy, whispering words of comfort in his ear. Her arms are wrapped around the boys torso, and he leans willingly into her. There's something about the other's presence, that soothes them.
Natasha almost forgets that Pepper is there, until she awkwardly clears her throat, and shifts uncomfortably. She glares at the woman and tightens her grip on the boy. Who is incredibly thin she notices. She can feel his ribs against her arms.
The other boys start moaning, and shifting into sitting positions, rubbing at their eyes.
The boy in her arms, Steve Pepper called him, is still trembling, and is becoming less lucid as each minute passes by.
"JARVIS." Pepper says. "Is Fury on his way?"
"Yes, Miss. ETA 5 minutes."
"Good. I would call this an emergency, right JARVIS?"
"Of utmost importance, Miss."
Natasha looks up at the ceiling, the origin of the British voice. She had heard that correctly. Right? Steve mumbles something, and she shushes him, brushing his prominent cheekbone with her thumb. If her handlers could see her now. She had let her guard down. It practically crumbled into nothing when she saw Steve struggling to breathe. She was just oozing weakness. She didn't even know this boy. She felt her cheeks grow hot with shame. Years of training, and she let herself be weak. But there was something about Steve, when she looks at him, it feels like they have known each other for years, and not 10 minutes. Stop being weak. She tells herself. But when she sees Steve struggle to take another wheezing breathe, her resolve dissipates. She looks over and sees Pepper talking quietly to the other boys. The dark curly haired boy, looks curiously over at her and Steve.
"Is he sick?" He asks, scooting closer.
Natasha is silent, and she gives the boy a warning glare. He scoots back, and frowns. She catches the other dark haired boy (Tony?) looking at them, and she gives him the same glare. The boy shrugs, undeterred, and turns back to Pepper.
"Where are we?" He asks.
"Stark Tower, New York." She replies checking her watch anxiously.
"Wait. Wait. Wait. Stark Tower? Like Tony Stark Tower?"
"Yes, like Stark as in your last name."
"Care to explain, Strawberry?"
"Not really, but I'm hoping I won't have to when help arrives."
"Miss, Fury is arrived in the lobby." Says the ceiling.
"Good." She breathes. "Tell him to come to the common room on the 22 floor."
Natasha has a sudden urgency to run. Her training is screaming to do it, and leave Steve to fend for himself, but her heart is telling her the opposite. She doesn't know what "help" counts as, but she has a feeling it's not good.
A ding resounds from behind the kitchen, and a black man wearing a long dark jacket, and a black eyepatch appears, a Calvary of soldiers and medics in tow.
"Fury, thank goodness." Pepper says.
Fury frowns, and crosses his arms. "Please tell me you didn't call me because a couple of teenagers."
"Yes, of course I did! These teenagers, are the Avengers!"
The man frowns, a look of surprise flashing across his face, but he is a master of hiding his reactions, and it is gone faster than Natasha can blink. Fury looks over every one of them, and Natasha gives him a death glare back. The other boys are standing now, and Natasha feels she should do the same, but she has to hold Steve up so he can breathe.
"What's wrong with him?" Fury gestures to Steve.
Natasha intensifies her glare.
"Asthma maybe? He's having a hard time breathing." Pepper says lowly. "Natasha won't let anyone near him."
Fury waves a medic forward who hurries toward them, and Natasha all but growls at him, successfully deterring the medic. She won't let the enemies get their hands on Steve.
"Do they remember anything?"
"I don't think so. They're pretty confused right now."
"We need to get them to the helicarrier, we'll be able to run some tests, and maybe find a way to reverse this."
Pepper nods vigorously. "I'll come with you."
Fury raises an eyebrow.
"They're only kids. I'll help take care of them for the time being. Until we're able to reverse this."
"Very well."
Everyone pauses as Steve struggles to take in another breathe, and his hand claws at the front of his shirt helplessly. The medic rushes forward again, and Natasha can't help the protectiveness that flares up inside her. She tightens her grip possessively, but reluctantly allows him to come closer. The medic opens his pack, and pulls out a stethoscope. He puts the end on Steve's chest, and frowns. Searching in his bag again, he pulls out a syringe, and quickly fills it with a liquid. Natasha growls at him, and attempts to scoot away. She knew they were just trying to experiment on them. The medic holds up his hands.
"It's ok. It's Albuterol. This will help him breathe better. I'm not going to hurt him. I promise."
Natasha slowly nods, and the medic quickly injects the liquid into Steve's thigh. He jerks, and his eyes fly open in brief panic, until he sees Natasha, and he gives her a quiet trusting look. He then slips into peaceful oblivion. Natasha's eyes widen.
"He's just unconscious. He'll be okay. We just need to get him to a hospital." He waves the other medics forward, and they carry a gurney between them. Natasha shakes her head.
"We need to get him to a hospital."
Natasha feels a hand on her shoulder, and she jerks around to see Pepper.
"Sweetie, he needs a hospital. You will come with him. You don't have to leave him."
Natasha looks down at Steve's pale and trembling form. She slowly nods. The medics work fast, they load him up, and carry him out. Natasha is by his side the whole time. She doesn't register what is happening to the other boys, as she walks on the roof to several jets. They load Steve into one, Natasha close behind. She orders the medic to leave, and much to his disdain, Fury agrees. Her head feels very foggy, and she can't think straight. All she knows is that she has to keep Steve safe. No matter what. She closes the curtain, separating them from the pilot, and when she returns, Steve is smiling up at her. His eyes are opened slightly, and he looks exhausted.
"Sshhh." She smooths his hair. "Go back to sleep."
The smile slowly fades, and he falls back into oblivion.
Sooo. What did y'all think? I know, I know. Natasha was SO out of character. But I though it was sweet. Next chapter coming soon. Also I am accepting criticism, I know this whole dang chapter needs it. But also keep in mind that Natasha wasn't all that into it. She was foggy and confused.