After a few hours watching the secure warehouse, seeing that the two SUVs were the only movement on the outside. There was no security outside, Steve and Matt decide to get to the roof then descent from above, maybe being able to see what and where they are dealing once inside. Steve cautious about trusting Matt, only hearing about his abilities and not seeing how he handles in the field.
He wanted to get inside, make sure Natasha was ok, and maybe persuade Ross to drop some of the charges, unlikely.
Matt was keeping up with Steve, without any problems. As they jumped over the fence, and scaled the warehouse wall to a fire escape ladder, making it to the roof, undetected.
Steve thoroughly impressed by Matt.
They moved to a skylight to peer in, seeing offices, separate by tall crates, agents at the exits inside and at an office door. Off the far-off wall away from the offices and vehicles, there was a single light hanging from and an agent yelling- unable to hear what was being said, and then punching an individual, cause their head to jerk back. The red hair flashing in the air. Natasha! The anger plagued his body. His mind not feeling his body forward.
An outstretched arm stopping him. "Steve, she can take it. Remember we want to deal Ross." Matt told him.
Matt slipping through the window first heading towards the offices, using the shadows to mask his entrance. Steve following behind him. Gracefully and without noise they made it to the ground floor, Matt taking down the first agent with a choke hold, incapacitated him. Steve jogging towards the next agent across the floor, slightly jumping in the air and punching the man unconscious. Steve was spotting by another agent, coming at him. Steve blocked his punch, as he kicked his foot-high circling around, contacting the agents' head. The agent went down hitting his on the ground, staying still. Matt taking care of the other agents in the building. Steve moving towards the office, kicking the agent square in the chest, falling motionless to the floor and then punching him, ensuring the would not be getting up any time soon.
Steve kicking in the door, finding Secretary Ross standing behind a badly beaten woman, bounded to a chair, body limp from the torture. Almost unrecognizable from the swelling, black and purplish bruises and cuts on her face, but the messy brunette hair, if combed into a perfectly manicured bun, would confirm that Maria Hill was the individual in the chair. Ross holding a gun to head, as his other hand held her head up by her hair.
"So, Captain Rogers, you want to have charges dropped against you and the Avengers." Ross spoke not moving from his position.
Steve assessing the situation, seeing that Hill was still unconscious, but could see the rise and fall of her shoulders. She is breathing. He thought to himself.
"Thought it was odd that Pepper and Tony's right hand person take off without notice for a couple days following their deaths. Then blind vigilant lawyer started receiving international phones. We almost had it, everything fell into place. Sovikia and Lagos, then Tony feeling guilty and siding with me. We almost had it together. Pierce failed with Hydras take over. But I almost had it, 117 Counties signing to agree when to use 'The Avengers' our very our personal mercenaries. We almost had a team that were near undefeatable, we could have the UN consent to send in and destroy any threat. If someone would to disagree we would just send the team and show force, keep everyone in line. But you had to go and think for yourself, rather than fall in line and take the orders. You were the greatest Soldier, we would of have the greatest team, everyone on the Avengers will have be put down. We will start fresh, out with the old and in with new. Starting with that quick tongue Romanoff, then this." As Ross jerking the head of Hill, still unconscious. "But I am going to make you be the last one, I want you to…"
Out of nowhere came an arrow, passed Steve's head and into Ross's chest. Causing him to fall backwards, releasing his hold on Hill. Steve hurrying over to kick the gun away from Ross reach, but Ross wasn't moving.
Steve looking where the arrow came from, to see Clint repelling down from the skylight. Ross not dead, but bleeding from where the arrow stuck in his body. Steve picking him up and tossing him against the wall, only hearing a groan as he thudded to a stop. Steve taking the moment to pick up the gun, holstering it in his waist band and releasing Hill from her restraints. Clint jogging into the office space.
"Hey Cap, thought you guys might need some help." Clint said pulling security at the door, with bow and arrow ready to fire.
Matthew, coming up behind the unware agent, Natasha spotting him jogging towards them as the as he winded up for another closed hand attack on Natasha face. Matt grabbing the his by the wrist and the elbow propelling the man into a flip forward, landing on his back. The agent attempting to get a couple kicks in as Matt beat the guys face. He went limp, Matt standing to help Natasha when a clink of the chains above was falling to the ground. "Clint" She let out breathless, knowing her best friend was near helping them. Natasha body quickly landed on the ground, as she tried to undo her feet. Matt, helping her, silently assessing her injuries before pulling her to a standing position.
Two, maybe three ribs were cracked and just bruising. Matt thought. He loops her arm around his shoulders and helped her towards the offices where Steve should be having holding court with Ross. Before Natasha could walk away she kicked the agent in the side and then in the face, finished she repositioned herself in Matt arm, as she didn't want to admit it, she was feeling very weak.
Steve hovering over Hill as he assessed her injuries. Clint covering the door, ensuring to take out any unexpected threat. He only seeing Natasha and Matt Murdock taking their time to walking towards them.
"Cap, come check out Nat, I got it in here." Clint told Steve. He got up almost racing out the door. His heart dropped, seeing her bloody and holding on to Matt for support. Why did I let her talk me into letting her go? Kicking himself for the state she was in. Matt letting go of her, handing her over to Steve, he looking into the swollen bloody face of hers. She grimed at him, relived to see him, as they made it into the office.
Clint getting the brown wheeled desk chair for Nat to sit in, helping her down to only kneel in front of her, looking her in the eyes, seeing how much emotional damage was done. She nodded in, I'm ok, to Clint, he stood, tugging a piece of messy hear behind her ear.
Matt and Clint leaving Steve with Natasha, Hill and a bleeding Ross, while they rounded incapacitated agents to zip-tie them to something, so no one could escape. Steve tying up the barely awake Ross, to filling cabinet with his over his head ignoring the groans that he made. Natasha eyeing the arrow stricken secretary of state, thinking what she was going to do to him with a murderous mask covering the painful marks on her face.
Steve squatting in front of her, running his hands over her thighs, with scanning her with his eyes taking in all her injuries. "I'm ok, I had worst before." She whispers to him. As he wished he didn't let her go and be the bait. Natasha placing her hand on top of his. "Really I am fine" She told him.
Both of their heads turned looking at the tied-up man as he make a quiet sighing sound, as he made the connection between Steve and Natasha were more than patterns. "I didn't think you were capable of compassion. I thought it was always an act." Ross stared breathless. His words directed at Natasha. "You always knew how to lure them in and then make your deadly move. Captain Rogers be careful, you will never see her strike… Ooooouuch." Ross yelled in pain at the end. Steve standing over him, one hand pressed on his chest, the other pressing the arrow further in the already bleeding wound.
Natasha standing up with all the strength she could muster. As walking over to the computer taping on key board. She scanned what he had on the desk top. Looking for anything she could use to get her friends out of this mess.
"The beauty that could seduce you and skillfully kill you." Ross continue to bait her for a response. Natasha finally finding something of interest. They have been tracking Bruce? How? And Thor? Times, dates and locations of Thor's visits to Midgard. "Thinking about becoming an astrophysicist?" She prompted him. A smirk covered his face knowing what she is looking at. Steve keeping his cool with him remaining out of the loop.
The faster Natasha tapped on the key board the more she realized, how Ross knew about the other Winter Soldiers and wanted to utilize them for missions. How they were going to use alien technology and the super soldier serum to make better Avengers. The hate for this one man flooded through her. Clint standing in the door way, eyeing what she was looking at on the computer when both Clint and Natasha stopped and paused. A satellite images of a large house and barn in the rural area of Lowa loaded. The fear for the ones she loves the most, reach the all-time high.
Reacting first, like a wild animal she leaped up and over the desk, landing a knee squarely in the chest of Ross. Not feeling any of the pain she felt from her own beating, she moved fast, applying her own combination of abuse on the dummy held against the cabinet. Strong arms wrapped around her waist removing her from Ross, who was bleeding in several parts of his face and the wound from his chest soaking all his in blood. It was Steve holding her, Matt cornering Clint outside the office.
Meeting his eyes with hers. "What is it?" He asked. "They have a photo of the house." She said is a very low voice, Steve making the realizing she is talking about Clint's off the books Farm House, where his wife and children live in secret. Clint stocking the door to the office, waiting for his movement to finish this guy.
"There's the deadly Romanoff I know. Which one is going to do it?" Ross question, blood dripping from his mouth. "I have known about the little lady that lives in Lowa, especially how much she means to him. I have always wonder what she meant to you. Maybe it's the kids that mean the most to you, as you can't have any." Ross continue badgering her. Steve turned around a punched him in the face.
"Captain Rogers, man honor defending the little lady…" spitting a mouthful of blood out "You don't know all the lives she took, she good at one thing, killing." He said, spitting again.
"Your Right" She said as she ducked Steve's arm and slid across the floor, her body stopping in front of his. Placing one hand behind his head the other crossed his forehead, snapping his neck, killing the hostile words coming from the man.
Natasha adding another bloody name to her ledger. Knowing his demon would visit her in her dreams. "Let's hurry up. And get out of here." Moaned Natasha. Standing up, moving to the computer, emailing everything on it to herself and Matthew. Steve gathering up Hill and moving her to one of the black SUVs.
Clint entering the office, taking everything that just happened. Cautiously reading her body language and facial expressions. Before he motioned for her, she slowly moving around the desk. "He was just trying to have one of is kill him." Natasha said shaking, tears almost breaking the surface. "He knew where they were. Clint what are we going to do?"
As he took her in his arms, "We are going to them now" He told her as he held her. Clint and Natasha both wanted to end his pathetic life, but knowing that Natasha took Ross life, meant she would have to live with that. All because she loved his children and He owed Natasha now, he wanted to ease her mind and ease the pain she felt from taking a life.
Steve stood in the door way watching Clint and Natasha, seeing their friendship at the rawest level. Knowing that he would be that person for her one day, but glad she has Clint, until then. "Ready to roll?" Steve breaking the silence. Natasha moving towards him, feeling the emotional from the last few hours weighing heavily on her. His arm slid beneath hers, taking on any weigh she could not hold herself.
Clint deciding last second to grab the computer tower. He didn't want anyone to go looking good for what could be in Lowa. As the trio left the office and moved towards the SUV. Hill curled up on the rear facing back seat, that leaned directly behind the two front seats. Matt sitting beside her, Clint tossing the computer in the front seat.
Natasha didn't ask, but Steve helped her climb into the back seat, letting her walls come down around her, she felt the extent of her injuries from Agent Asshole and the emotional torment from Ross. Steve climb in right behind her, taking the seat next to her. She curled into him, molding herself to him, laying her head on his chest. The gently rhythm if his inhales and exhales, put her mind at ease, before she fell asleep.
Natasha woke up on a soft mattress surrounded around pillows. Her head pounding still, as laid on the bed, figuring out where she was? She could hear the muffled of voices nearby. Rolling over in her side, painfully reminded of the beating she took.
"Hey you" A low rough voice. Natasha opening her eyes, seeing Steve sitting in an armchair in the corner of the room. Natasha recognizing the room she was in. The dimly lit room, with colorful paintings and pictures of unicorns and butterflies. Lila's room, I am the Barton's house. Natasha thought to herself. The place she looked forward to the most to visit.
"Hey There" She said to him, as she sat up in bed. Bring himself closer to her, sitting on the side of the bed closest to her.
"How long was I out for?" She was unsure what time it was.
"A solid 20 hours. You started to worry me." He told her, staring into green eyes surrounded in seas of purple and black bruising on her cheeks. As he leaned more on to the bed, his arm draped over her legs as his other hand rubbed softly back and forward on her thighs. She blanks trying to remember the last time they were alone together. She missed his touch. She reached for his hand to hold it, then pull him closer to her, she leaning in, their lips touching for the first time since she departed to become the bait in their trap.
"You're never going to play bait again." He said on her lips, as he kissed her again.
"What has all been going on while I slept?" She mindless playing with his hand, using both of hers.
"Hill came around on the quinjet, she was pretty messed up, but in better spirits. Clint had been chatting with Matt about just posting everything on the Internet, fastest way to get the story out there." Steve said making a face. She got the sense he didn't agree with that plan, as she continued to listen to him. "Clint wants to move Laura and the kids, for a while. I am just not sure what you wanted to do next. After all you have been running the show." He finished telling her. Natasha a little amazed that he still thinks she is running the show. To start off with all she wanted to do is find Steve.
"What do you want to do?" She asked him. He paused looking at both of her hands holding on to one of his. Thinking of what he wants to do, rather than what is expected of him.
"Take you somewhere, alone. Maybe a beach, I would love to see how bad you look in a bikini." He told her, causing her to giggle slightly, but laughing caused her body ache.
"No seriously what do you want to do, with the information that Ross had?" She asked him.
Before he could come up with an answer, the steps of small feet neared them. Lilia running full force down the hallway, to stop at her bed room door, cracking the door open seeing that Natasha sitting up on the bed.
"Auntie Nat, Auntie Nattie! You're." Lilia jumping on the bed, with Natasha and Steve wrapping her small arms around Natasha neck. She loved this girl so much, this little could make her day for the better every day and everyway.
"Are you feeling better?" Lilia small innocent voice asked her.
"Now I am, especially after getting hugs from you." Natasha giving her a little squeeze.
"Mom and daddy are making Pizzas for dinner, will you seat with me at dinner?" Lilia asked with her dark eyes looking up at her.
"Of course, but I think Uncle Steve and I should go help mom. Daddy isn't a very good cook." Natasha told Lilia with a giggly tone.
"Ok, I am going to tell mommy you're going to help." Lilia told them already in motion, off the bed, out the door.
"Tell dad he is a bad cook." Natasha yelled after her. Wanting to poke some fun at best friend. Steve was so amazed by how Natasha was a different person when she was with him and Lilia. Open and carefree. He thought to himself. She will make a wonderful mother one day, we just need to settle down. Emotion taking over him, he kisses her again, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Her response was delayed but her mouth opened inviting him to take full advantage. His hands cupping her hips and study himself on the bed. Her hands cradle his face in her palms. As the embraced the small peace.
"I do draw the line, no hanky-panky here." She whispered in his mouth, finishing the kiss. Icy blue eye looking at her in question.
"It's like having sex at your parents' house." She answered his silent question. Kiss her lips one last time, before he stood up, picking a bag up. Steve pulling out some of his clothes and handing it to her. She was getting out of bed as her body yelled for her to stay still. Her head started pounding again. Steve closing the door all the way, Natasha sitting on the edge of the bed trying not to show she was pain. She started pulling the shirt over her head and feeling the damage done to her ribs. Without asking he helped her dress. Removing the blood-stained clothing, then feeding her head and arms through the he gave her to wear. Kneeling in front of having her step into the sweat pants, she circled her arms around his neck as they both stood, Steve pulling her pants up around her hips.
"You're dressed" He said with a tone of accomplishment in his voice.
"Yes, we are, at least you didn't pull my pants up to my tits." She joked making Steve laugh and blushing.
Hey everyone, I am needing to take a break from this story line for a bit. Here maybe after school calms down a little I will return to Steve and Natasha. Please leave reviews, things you liked, or any suggestions you would like to see in the future for my favorite Marvel Couple. Until next time Cheers!