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Resistance

Chapter Three

She found herself in another motel on the other side of Philly. Clint leaning against the wall, Natasha continually peaking out the window, and she was sitting on the bed in between them trying to ignore the throbbing in her side. Clint's glaze on her didn't help either, he had repeatedly placed himself in a certain area, so he could always watch, always know where she was and what she was doing. And it was freaking her out. The way he blatantly stared, never looking away when she would look at him, and even when she shifted uncomfortably from his stare and the pain, he still watched her.

Taking a deep breath, or at least as deep as she could, she stood, mumbling to Natasha who turned to her when she stood, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Retreating to the tile room, she closed the door, but apparently the walls were thin. "You need to stop, Clint." Natasha's voice filtered through.

"Stop what?"

"You know damn well."

"Who is she, Tasha? Why were you there at her apartment because I know that you are NOT the mole?"

"Of course I'm not."

"Then why were you there." Silence followed, she could hear one of them walking around. "We have never kept secrets from each other, because we knew that we needed to trust each other when on a mission."

"You can still trust me."

"Then tell me!"

"Where is your fiancée?"

He sighed before answering, "She's—"

"—I'm right here," a new voice entered the room. "No one was following. So I went and picked you two up some clothes, figured Angela would like it."

"Thanks."

"Where is she anyways?"

"Clint scared her into the bathroom."

"I wasn't scared," Angela said coming out of the bathroom, "More unnerved than anything." Standing in the door way, she found Clint's so called fiancée standing next to him. Her black hair was braided off to the side of her head; her blue eyes almost glowing in the dimly lit room.

"Hi, I'm Valerie Dwayne." She introduced herself with a smile.

"Soon to be Barton," Clint added.

"Unless you go with Thorsson. I know dad will be happy if you do." She countered back, before turning to Angela, "I've got you some clothes, they're on the bed."

"Yeah, I heard. Thanks." She replied, before going over and looking through the bag. And pulled out a royal blue shirt, and then walked right back into the bathroom.

When the room closed, "So if you can hear us why don't you answer the question I asked Natasha?" Angela heard Clint ask, as she struggled to get her shirt off and the new one back on.

"Maybe if you asked nicely I would," she shot back, before opening the door and walking back out. Going back to the bed, she sat indian style. "So no one followed us, what does that mean now?" Looking over at Natasha, she asked her, "Where are we going to go now?"

"The first thing that is going to happen," Clint started before Natasha could reply. "Is that you two are going to tell us what is going on. So we know what we just got ourselves into."

Tensing up and winced slightly when a bolt of pain hit her, she glanced at Natasha, who only said, "It's not really my story to tell." And she pointedly looked at Angela who stared right back.

With a sigh, she looked down at her hands as she fiddled with the throw blanket. "My name isn't Angela Michaels. Six years ago, I was in Russia for a ballet performance, I was kidnapped—"

"You're Angela Potts," Clint said sounding shocked but his face remained blank. "Pepper's little sister."

"How'd you know that?"

"I was hired by Shield to find you and bring you back."

"This was before you joined," Valerie stated as she leaned on him, her arm around his waist.

"I joined right afterwards."

"Why did Shield want to find me? This was before Tony even thought about becoming IronMan. Plus it's been over a year since the whole alien attack thing, and the Avengers being assembled." Angela said while she tried to shuffle around a bit.

"I don't know. But please continue with your story."

"As I said I was kidnapped, it was by a Russian group that wanted to use me as ransom to get some of Tony's weapons. They made a video to send him, I had managed to send out a message within it. Something Tony would see. I was there for three months, and then Natasha got me out."

"I've changed her name over twenty times already, and we've moved around constantly as a way of keeping her hidden."

"Well it worked, Shield is still looking for her. I'm surprised the trackers haven't found you before. In fact, they should have, especially if you're out in public…unless," he looked at Natasha who showed no emotion. "You did something to the computer."

"Had to keep her hidden."

"She would have been safe at Shield."

"No, I wouldn't have," Angela shot back and stood to her feet, only clutch onto her side as pain surged through her. Natasha was at her side in an instant, grabbing her shoulders and lowering her back onto the bed. Angela watched as Valerie came over to help only to stop when Natasha shot her a glare. "She's been hiding me for six years and then can still find me," she continued to defended Natasha through gritted teeth. "Shield wouldn't have been able to do anything."

"Shush, we're not talking about that anymore," she told her gently, as she pulled up her shirt only to find her skin marred with one big black bruise that went from the bottom of her rib cage to her arm-pit. Pulling the shirt even further up her back she found more bruising. "Syn suki!" [Son of a bitch] She muttered and lowered her shirt. "Pochemu vy ne govorite mne?" [Why didn't you tell me] She asked in as she stood and grabbed the first aid kit that Clint had.

"Come on, let's leave them alone for a bit," Clint whispered into Valerie's ear as he lead her to the door.

Natasha ignored them, but when the door was shut firmly the emotions surfaced. "You should have told me you were injured." She pulled the shirt slowly up and off her, leaving her in her black bra. "This should have been the first thing I should've done, instead of us just sitting here waiting for Valerie."

"I," she hissed as Natasha placed her hands along her ribcage feeling for any broken bones. "I didn't want you to worry. You had enough to think about." She couldn't stop the tears that fell as the pain continued to charge through her every time Natasha did something. "You worry about to much already," she shivered when she felt Natasha's fingers unclasp her bra.

"No broken ribs. You do have at least three that are cracked. If they get hit again though they'll break." She grabbed some wrap, when she said, "You'll probably be more comfortable if you don't wear a bra." A blush crept up her face as she slipped it off.

Natasha had already seen her naked once, before when she had gotten her out of those men's hands, she had to bandage a lot of places on her body that were only accessible if she was completely undressed. But then she had been under weight most just skin, bone, and scaring. Now though, she wasn't like that at all. She gulped as her eyes traced her curves, from her neck down to the waist band of her jeans. And when Angela rested her arms on her shoulders, she shuttered at the anticipation of what she just might do to the woman in front of her. The woman who kept her coming back.

Taking the bandage, she started wrapping her ribcage hoping that the added support would accelerate the healing process. "How does that feel?" She asked her voice was filled with lust.

When Angela's eyes met hers, she couldn't help but lean forward and give her a soft kiss upon her lips. But once their lips touched, a fire erupted in them. Angela grabbed a hold of the shirt she was wearing pulling her closer, and Natasha cupped her face with both hands, one hand on her jaw the other in her hair. Their kiss deepened pulling them into a different world where it was just the two of them. The feel of their skin against each other burned.

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Natasha pulled back and walked to the door, pulling out her gun as she did. Looking through the peep hole, she found Valerie and Clint waiting on the other side. "Hang on a sec." Walking back to Angela, she helped put her shirt back on, and then walked to the door.

Angela stood and grabbed to bra and placed it in the bag with the other clothes. "We'll stay the night and head out in the morning," Valerie explained as they came walking in.

"We'll do shifts tonight, every three hours starting at ten," Clint added on, as he set a bag on the table. "And we got us some take out."

One of my other stories, 'Thor's Gift' is the story of Valerie and Clint. I do recommend you read that to get back ground on them.

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