I've risen from the dead again...

this is probs a shit chapter so please excuse the mistakes. I want to get this story finished but I want to keep the quality but it's very hard.

Thanks

Parker

With the plane ride being bumpier than expected, Natasha managed to only get a couple of hours sleep, her mind was plagued with images of The Avengers becoming hurt and the fact that her friends were in danger because of her made her feel very uneasy. She needed to figure out what she was going to do when she got to Russia. How was she going to stop Anna? Would she survive? What would happen to everyone if Anna won? Were more red room trainees really alive? Out of all of this one thing crossed her mind. She needed a plan.

'Where are they?' Steve said with an exasperated sigh. His obsessive forehead rubbing had become a constant occurrence over the past 30 minutes. Tony was surprised his skin hadn't rubbed off.

'Chillax capsicle, they'll get here when they get here. Thor, Bruce and Clint had an ETA of 2 hours an hour ago.' Tonys calm demeanour settled Steve however little did Steve know that in his mind, Tony was stressing and worrying about everything that could happen to their little red. They had a good relationship and deep down he really cared for her (not that he would let anyone know that).

Both men sat in silence, different things wondering through their brains. There was a long hour ahead of them and the one thing they both needed desperately was something they didn't have. They needed a plan.

The minutes seemed to go on for hours and both of the hero's didn't feel like small talk. Tony had been fidgeting with his technology, trying to design obscure upgrades for his suite, all of which done to alleviate some of the stress which was bubbling up inside him.

Steve on the other hand was slowly sorting through his mind, trying to figure out the exact moment he fell for Natasha. The first time they officially met, she was in that leather jacket, looking so formal as they stood on top of what Steve thought was a huge floating-helicopter-type-contraption, if he was honest they barely noticed each others existence until the battle when she wanted a boost and he saw something. Something so mischievous and child like glistening in her eyes when put in the face of unknown danger. Then when they teamed up right before the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D and she got shot. At this moment in time he feels like an idiot. She got shot. And all he could do was focus on Bucky. But from all of that, they stuck close, they both revealed things to each other which were so personal. He believes that's when they blossomed, that level of care was always there since those moments, underlying their different adventures with a blanket of care. He really loved Natasha. And god damn was he going to try and ensure she's safe until the day he dies.

The jolt of turbulence awoke Natasha from her small nap. The next hour or so getting of the plane was spent in silence for her, in the back of her mind was the dull throb coming from her stomach but she dared to look down knowing the pain wasn't a good sign. She had discretely messaged Tony an encrypted message which she prayed he would crack. Walking out of the airport she saw a man (maybe in his late 40s she judged) in a black suite holding up a sign saying 'Natalia Romanova' in Russian cursive. Internally she cringed at the overload of negative memories, the name and the Russian text was just a lot for her to step into. It reminded her it was really happening. As she walked over to the man her whole mind was clouded over with

'Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck'. She somewhat attempted to cover her feelings with her hardened demeanour, attempting to act as calm as possible as he spoke to her in a thick Russian accent in which she hasn't heard in years. As they spoke they entered a black limo, being drove by an undistinguished individual who was hiding behind a black plastic cover which separated the driver from the passengers. Her senses were practically tingling.

'Miss Romanova, glad to see you joined us. Good choice. I'll be driving you to your destination today.'

'And where would that destination be?'

'Ah well I'm sure you guessed it already, mother will be so exited to see you.'

'Mother?'

Just as if on cue, the plastic casing opening only to reveal her old headmistress. Her features had grown slack with age but she could always distinguish that eyebrow scar.

'Hello Natalia.'

Before she could react she felt something sharp in her neck.

Everything span.

Then it all turned black.