Hey so here's another chapter, two in one day :D Now I don't want to offend anyone but this chapter has the Russian language in it. And unfortunately I don't speak this language, so I had to use a translator…don't kill me…I know how sucky they can be. But it was the only way I could do it. So please if I typed it wrong, I'm sorry. Really really sorry. Alright? Ok, so the words in the brackets are what they've said in the other language.

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Resistance

Chapter Two

Angela passed her in the hall, their eyes connected, but she kept running. Once she was in the apartment, Natasha hid in the shadows waiting for the person following her to walk past her. It was only a few minutes later that she heard the footsteps. They were soft. Softer than a normal person, they were professional. Her eyes harden at the thought of what could have happened to Angela if she hadn't been alone. The person rounded the corner, and she froze, 'what was he doing here' she thought to herself.

Stepping out behind him, she followed him silently. Seconds later, he was facing her, a knife pointed at her. But when he realized it was her, he lowered it. "Natasha, what are you doing here?" His voice low.

"I could ask you the same thing, Clint?" Her voice harsher, more dangerous.

"Assignment from Fury."

"About what?"

"Natasha—"

"—Tell me Clint."

"I can't Natasha. Fury said specifically not to tell anyone about this mission because there might be a mole."

"A mole?" She couldn't understand why anyone would want to go up against Fury if he ever found out. "Is he sure?" She asked as he turned around towards the door, his back facing her.

"Yeah, he sent me here to draw out who it mi—" He stopped mid-word and turned to face Natasha only to have her fist met his face, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Sorry, Clint. You put her in danger by being here." Stepping over him, she ran into the apartment only to find Angela pointing a gun at her.

"Who was that?" Angela asked as she lowered the gun when she realized that it was Natasha who walked through the door. Two bags were on the floor at her feet, her phone on the table with the battery and SIM card in a glass of water next to it.

"Come on we have to go," she told her as they each grabbed a bag. "You got Amelia?"

"She's in my pocket."

"Let's go."

They walked out of the apartment, stepped over Clint who was still out on the floor. Instead of going out the front, Natasha led her towards the back, where she kept her car. Putting the bags in the trunk, they hoped in the cab. "Where are we going to go now?" Angela asked Natasha as she drove down the road going well over the speed limit.

"Far from here."

"Pozvol'te mne pomoch' Vvam domoi, Angela," [Let me walk you home, Angela] Alexie said as he walked her out the front door of the theater. It was late at night, there was snow still covering the side walk even though winter was suppose to end in a few days. They had just finished getting their costumes and makeup off. And as it was well below freezing, their coats were pulled closer to their bodies in hope of making them warmer.

"Mne ochen' zhal'. Moi russkii ne ochen' khorosho." [I'm sorry. My Russian not very good] she replied the best she could, as she was still trying to learn the language.

Holding up his hands and a smile on his face, he nodded in understanding. "Domoi," [Home] he drew a house in the air, and then he pretends that he was walking and then pointed to himself. "Vy khodit'?" [Walk you]

With a smile, she nodded, "Da spasibo." [Yes, thank you] She replied in one of the only phrases she actually knew. Having only been in St. Petersburg two weeks now, and never spoke Russian before, she only knew certain phrases because they were the ones that she heard more often. The ballet performance she was dancing in was going to be staying in Russia, traveling between different cities for a few months, before heading into Asia.

A smile covered his face as he took her hand and placed it in the crock of his arm and he walked her down the street. Her apartment wasn't far, about a thirty minute walk at a slow pace, which was a must with the slick ice and snow on the streets. About fifteen minutes in though, her phone rang. "Hello," she answered her small piece of glass phone that she had gotten as a present from her sister's boss, who treated her like his little sister.

When are you going to be back. You should be home by now. It's 18° outside and you only took a coat and the clothes you were wearing were not meant to keep you warm when in the cold for long.

"Amelia, please stop worrying. I'm about ten minutes away from the apartment and you'll see—"

Jarvis agrees with me. Amelia's slight British accented voice told her, before it changed into male British voice she recognized instantly since she had grown up with him. Please Miss Angela. Hurry home. I don't want to tell Mr. Stark that you will probably get sick from being out in the cold without the right—

"Jarvis, how old am I?"

You are twenty three.

"So you have no right to tattle on me like a little kid. You are supposed to be taking care of Tony, not me. He's the one that needs the babysitter, not me."

Miss—

"No Jarvis. You and Amelia need to calm down and relax. I will be home in—"

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Her phone dropped to the ground as she caught Alexie in her arms as he dropped to the ground. Blood seeped through the bullet holes in his chest. Looking around, she found three men running towards them, along with two black SUVs. "Help please!" She yelled, "Someone please help!" Looking down tears started flowing down her face, her friend, her co-worker, had stilled in her arms. Crying out, she tried to shake him awake, but he never responded.

"Ty v poryadke?" [Are you okay] The men asked as they knelt down beside them. However, before she could respond, they grabbed her arms. Fighting back, she managed to get away from them and started running down the street back towards the Theater. However, the ground soon met her as she was tackled by one of the three men. Putting her wrist behind her back, they tied them together. Dragging her to her feet, they started pulling her back.

"NO LET ME GO!" Angela screamed, as took her towards the SUVs that had stopped twenty feet away. "SOMEONE HELP ME! NO LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" And then she was tossed in and the door was closed, and all there was left was darkness.

A hand on her shoulder jerked her awake, she found herself in the car still, Natasha was still driving, but her attention was divided between the road and her. With a nod, she focused back on the road. The image of her dead friend in her arms still played in her mind. Not letting her forget that it was her fault. That he was dead because he was walking her home. And then hell began, and she was never able to go home since then and that was six years ago. Six long years of missing people, which were your brother and sister. Three months of pure hell, and the rest, hide and recover.

"What was that one about?" Natasha's voice was soft, as her eyes searched the area ahead of them for a danger.

"Alexie," she muttered, a small sob escape before she could stop it. Natasha instantly pulled to the side of the road, and took her hand.

"We…shouldn't…stop," Angela said while she was fighting back the sobs.

"We are not even in the state anymore, we can stop for a bit. Maybe get something to eat? Maybe a motel for the night?"

"Let's do a few more hours and then stop. I don't want that man catching up to us." Angela told her as she tried to compose herself while wiping away the tear stains on her cheeks. "Lets get to Philly at least."

Pulling the car back on the road, Natasha continued driving. "There's no need to worry about him."

"Who was he?" Angela asked as she glanced at the clock and found that it was four in the morning.

"Clint Barton."

"Wait what? Clint? As in your partner, Clint?"

"Yes."

"Why was he there?"

"Apparently there's a mole in Shield and Fury found out that you were connected somehow. So he sent Clint to watch you to draw out the mole." Natasha explained, as she thought about who the mole could possible be, and how Angela was connected.

"But it was you that was there," she said before looking out the window, "It doesn't make sense. You're not a mole. And you're the only one that has ever been in the apartment."

"Are you sure?"

Pulling out a phone that she carried Amelia in, she activated her. "Amelia?"

Angela, where are we now?

"On the road, Natasha's driving." She told the A.I. as Natasha swerved around a car that was going the speed limit.

Good thing I'm not car sick.

"Hey!"

A squee face appeared on the screen. But still, slow down, the car does not enjoy this.

"You're talking to the car?"

Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I? He has a computer…I'm technically a computer, just more advanced than his is.

"Ok, Amelia? I need you to look into any of the people that Angela has come in contact with besides me, and see if anyone is associated with Shield in anyway." Natasha ordered as they continued driving.

Yes, ma'am!

Angela looked over at Natasha, her facial expression saying 'really?', which Natasha just shook her head too.

They had finally arrived at a motel that Natasha was ok with. The first would have drawn too much attention too because it apparently looked like it was pay by the hour motel, and two women sharing a room would catch people's attention. The next Angela said no to, it looked like it was the home base for a serial murderer. And even if Natasha could take him with her eyes closed she didn't want to chance it. The third one, they both agreed upon. It was more isolated and had multiple exits should they need to take one, and it looked well taken care of.

They set the bags down, and plopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling waiting for Amelia to finish. With a sigh, Angela rolled and faced Natasha. "How do you think Fury found out about me?"

"I don't know for certain, but it might be the Russians trying to get you back." Natasha told her, and watched as Angela stilled. "There might not even be a mole. But they would know that Fury would track down a mole himself if he found out there was one in Shield. And they connected you to it so they could find you."

"Why did they want me so bad, Natasha? Did they ever tell you?"

Natasha looked at her with sadness. She wished she could have saved Angela sooner then she had. Save some of her innocence, but she was too late. "They never told me. I was just a spy to them, nothing that they would ever tell their plan to. They were paranoid as well. They made sure that I was not able to hear them through walls and doors. They didn't trust me."

"No offense but who would trust a spy?"

"You trust a spy."

"Yeah. I trust you with more than just my life," Angela whispered to her, starting to get tired again. Closing her eyes, she started to drift again. But when the warmth of another's skin brushed hers, she opened her eyes, and found Natasha hovering over her. Her fingers caressed her cheek and then traveled down across her jaw, before settling on her neck. The touch of Natasha's hand against her skin, sent a fire through her. She raised her hand and she ran her fingers through Natasha's long curly red hair, before cupping the back of her neck. Slowly they drew closer. Inches turned into centimeters. Centimeters turned into millimeters, and then—

Car doors slammed shut, and the sound of someone scolding someone else, drew them apart. Natasha stood and went to the window and pecked out, before backing away. " Zakhavatit' Ameliya I priiti na," [Grab Amelia and come on] she whispered softly in Russian.

Doing as she said, Angela followed her with Amelia tucked into her pocket. Exiting out the back door, they made their way into the woodland park. Once they were out of ear shot from the motel, they broke into a run. Jumping over logs, sliding down steep hills, skip-hop-and-a-jump over a creek. They soon passed through and headed into the city on the other side.

Walking down the road, hands clenched together. Natasha kept looking back as Angela kept an eye out in front. Heading down an ally, they stopped when they came upon a chain link fence, "Fuck," Angela muttered, as they turned to head back out. But they stopped short. Between them and the ally mouth, stood eight men.

"Get them, we want the red head died but the other alive." One of the men said, and then they charged. Natasha lunged at them, and within seconds took out a man. Pulling out the gun that Natasha had given here years ago, she shot at any of them that tried to sneak up on her, taking two down. But as her focus was to protect Natasha, she didn't see the fist flying her way and clipping her in her jaw.

Stumbling to the ground, she caught the side of the wall with her hands, and pulled herself up. Turning she found a man twice her size coming at here for another hit. Ducking right as he threw his punch, his fist hit the wall, and her fist connected with his kidney, sending him straight to the ground. Looking around for Natasha, she found her fight three men at the same time. They were the last left.

She gasped as a hit connected sending Natasha to the ground. Running, she leaped she landed on one of their backs, her arms wrapped as tightly as she could around his neck. The man spun in circles trying to get her off, but when he slammed her into the brick wall of the ally, her grip slipped a bit. Groaning, she clung tighter as he slammed her again and again against the wall. But then fell to his knees with a gasp. Looking over his shoulder, she found an arrow sticking out of his chest. Letting go of the man, he fell forward. Looking up, she found Natasha surround by dead men killed by arrows. "Natasha?" Running towards her ignoring the pain she left. "Are you alright?" Seeing a small trickle of blood on her chin.

"I'm fine. You?" As she looked at Angela's chin, she gently moved her face, focusing on the already forming bruise. "You got hurt."

"Not as bad as you, your bleeding."

Thump!

Turning, Natasha had knives in her hands ready to attack at a moments notice. But when Clint rose from his crouch into a standing position, she still didn't leave her fighting position in front of Angela. "Calm down, Tasha. I'm not here to hurt you or Angela." Natasha still didn't lower her weapon, and as if to reassure her, Clint swung his bow around over his shoulder letting it rest against his chest. "Now come on. We can talk later, lets just get you two out of here."

Slowly, Natasha lowered her knives but she didn't stealth them, instead keeping them at the ready. Looking at Angela, she nodded, and walked forward with Angela following behind her still cautious of Clint. Even if she's heard of him from Natasha, she still didn't trust him. He had to earn it.

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