HI again guys! Sorry, this is a bit of a short chapter, but there is another, longer one, coming soon, I promise. This chapter is a little bit like Captain America the Winter Soldier, so spoilers if you haven't watched it. Also, there was no Avengers, so that's why Natasha and Steve have never met. If you have any questions, feel free to comment and I will most certainly answer them! Also, thanks to Qweb for the review! And Bleh-X, DigitalDreamn, and .3781 for the follows!
Disclaimer: If I owned any of Captain America or Marvel, this fan fiction would either not be here or it would be much better. :)
His mind clicking into battle mode, and Steve rushed to where he heard the screams. He pulled off his jacket in mid run, took out his shield, and put his jacket back on, all without stopping once.
People stopped and stared, not at the screams, but at captain america, back in action. He heard something else amid the screams, a woman's voice.
"Get out of the way!" She yelled repeatedly. Steve rounded the corner of the block just in time to see a bullet connect with her shoulder. The shooter then jumped up onto a destroyed car, aiming his gun at the woman
Steve leapt out, his shield connecting with the shooters metal arm. A loud ringing like a bell sounded as the shooters fist connected with his shield. The shooter seemed to smile behind his faceplate, as if egging Steve on.
He pulled out a knife and danced it around his hands, lashing out at Steve at random intervals, finally twisting his arms so that Steve leg go of the shield.
As Steve got up he saw that the shooter was holding Steve's shield.
He threw it with incredible force and it stuck into the metal end of a nearby abandoned car.
The shooter came after him again, but Steve was ready. They each threw a few punches and eventually Steve was able to hook his hand around the shooters faceplate and swing him over his shoulder, the faceplate clattering to the ground.
Steve stood up and turned around just in time to see the shooter stand up. His face was partially hidden by his long black hair, but it was still the face that Steve had known and loved his entire life.
"Bucky," he whispered.
"Who the hell is Bucky?" Bucky asked, taking a step forward.
"How did you survive?" Steve wanted to say but he couldn't find it in his heart to say it.
Another noise sounded behind him and Steve had barely ducked before a rocket came from behind him, towards Bucky. It blew up and Bucky was nowhere to be found. He had disappeared with the smoke.
Steve turned behind him, towards where the rocket had came, to see the same woman that got shot earlier. She dropped the rocket launcher and slumped against the truck.
She looked familiar. Very familiar
Steve moved towards her. "Are you okay?" He asked.
She nodded. "I've had worse," trying to crack a smile, but it turned into a wince.
"C'mon ill take you to a hospital."
"No!" She shouted. "No," she said again quieter
"Why not? You're going to bleed out and you need medical attention," Steve said.
"Look. I just cant okay?"
Steve heard sirens and looked down the road to see multiple black trucks headed their way. The woman looked scared as they approached. "They friends of yours?" Steve asked
"Not exactly," she said quietly.
Steve nodded frustrated. "Okay. Ive got supplies at my place. C'mon," he said and grabbed her uninjured arm and hooked it around his shoulder.
He started walking slowly, supporting her.
"What was all that back there?" He asked when they were a few blocks away and out of sight from the trucks.
"All in good time. Thanks cap," she said and smiled through half closed eyes
"Yeah. Can't really hide your identity when your weapon of choice is an american shield," he said and smirked. "But who are you?"
"Natasha Romanoff. Or black widow I guess," she said.
"Pleased to meet you," Steve replied. Not many people were pleased to meet the black widow, mostly because many of them didn't last too long.
"Likewise. Under different circumstances would've been nicer."
Steve smiled and kept supporting her. They had walked almost three miles, so a little over five until they would reach his apartment.
"It's still a few miles away. You want me to get a cab or something?" Steve asked
Natasha simply shook her head no. "I'll be fine. Let's just keep moving." They kept walking, her red hair swishing back and forth as they hobbled towards Steve's apartment.
Again, comment questions if you have them. Everything will be explained in the next chapter i.e., Natasha, Bucky, and the black vans chasing them. Thanks for reading! Again, sorry for the short chapter, but the next one will be longer, I promise.