Hey y'all,

I am british but I tried my best to use the American words for things in this chapter.

Sorry it's not long but I felt like if I wrote more it would take longer to publish!

Thanks again for the follows, faves and reviews.

Much love

Parker

Running, nothing but running. The smell of burning catching up with her as she ran faster and faster. The blood stained onto her fingers and seeped through her clothing leaving an everlasting stain on her existence. All she seemed to be doing was running. As far away from the pain and death as possible. She had done it. She'd killed everyone, everyone from the red room was dead and it was her fault. She couldnt stop herself as the red overtook her vision. The pain never subsided. It was always there and as she opened her eyes she was surrounded by their bodies. Each of the small children's body slowly grew with age until she was surrounded by middle aged people. Bullet holes in their chests but they still got up, still taunted her, still blamed her. The cries got louder and louder, deafening her ear drums until it stopped.

Then she woke up.

Gasping for air, Natasha woke up in the hospital bed yet again however this time she was only surrounded by Steve. Steve who was staring at her features, giving off a warm smile.

'Morning Sleepy head, you okay?'

Natasha smiled at Steve's chirpy voice. His eyes were fixated on her small and delicate features, taking in her flowing red hair which was cut at uneven angles.

'Y.. yeah I'm cool.'

Great, now he'll know I'm not okay just due to the fact I used the word 'cool'.

Unsatisfied with her uneasy answer Steve pulled the concerned face yet did not say a word. He just kept staring at her, admiring every millimetre of her body until the silence started to become unbearable.

'You do know that you can talk to me about anything. I'll always listen to you Natasha, whatever you have to say.'

Inside she blushed so much she became red but if he ever knew he wouldn't forgive the things she's done.

'Thanks Steve, I just... some things are better not knowing. Would you mind getting me something actually edible pleaaaase.'

'Anything for you. Hey aha'

Natasha watched like a hawk as Steve chuckled while he walked out the room, she needed to get to the red room remains as soon as possible without anyone else knowing and being in the state she was it was gonna be difficult.

I can't let them hurt my friends, I need to make sure they don't get harmed so fuck it let's move.

Too her left she could see a gym bag full of clothes and if she knew Anna she would leave things like her plane tickets in the most obvious of places. So first was getting up.

She pulled every wire and tube out of her body like ripping off a wax strip, then hauled herself up from the pillows wincing at the small stabs of pain that ran down her sides, next she swung her legs over the side of the bed clinging onto the mattress to pull herself into a standing position.

Teeth clenched in a way so she wouldn't make any sounds she hobbled her way over to the gym bag and searched to find 1 plane ticket to Russia in the name of Natalia Romanova.

How original, use the name that leads to my past.

Also inside were jogging bottoms, a baggy t-shirt and some pants and socks. Just as she was about to get changed Steve walked in with a plate of fries and her favourite burger (cheeseburger with extra gherkins).

'So there was practically not cue but I got your favourite and...What the hell do you think your doing?!'

Shit shit fuck fuck fuck shit balls fuck

Natasha quickly hid the tickets behind her back... So much for not getting caught then.

'Nothing, nothing at all. Just... stretching my legs'

'You need go get back into bed. Right now Natasha!'

Steve shuffled towards her trying to guide her to bed but she fought him off, making the pain worse as she lifted her arms in protest

'No! No! I need to go, please I need to go!'

Steve could see it in her eyes, Natasha was desperate. For what he didn't know, but she was in a manic state and he needed to get her to calm down. He backed away waving his arms up as a sign of surrender.

'Hey hey shhhh okay, where are you going Nat?'

'Please Steve, I can't loose you.'

'I'm right here, you can't loose me Nat, what are you on about?'

I should let him know the truth but for all I know Anna could have this place bugged. I have to go even with Steve's puppy dog eyes watching my every move.

'I... I can't tell you, just please let me go.'

In a strain Nat grabbed her gym bag and attempted to shuffle out the door, as she passed Steve she whispered 'meet me in the cafe' into his ears and walked out.

In the elevator Nat searched through her bag and found a nice coat which would hopefully cover the blood which was slowly seeping through her hospital gown. Trying to look as inconspicuous as people she made her way over to an empty table at the Cafe which was situated right by the exit of the hospital.

10 minutes later Steve walked through the doors, eyes frantically searching for Natasha until he saw the wave of flowing uneven red hair sat alone at the back of the shop. In silence he sat and started to stare deeply into her emerald green eyes.

'Well, excuse my language but are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?'

Natasha's mind worked overdrive as she decided wether to tell or not to tell.