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Resistance

Chapter Four

She lay starring up at the ceiling, her breathing shallow and unsteady. Her clothes were rags, only being held on my threads, and it didn't even cover anything. Her eyes were dull almost lifeless, and the occasionally blink sent tears down her face. It was the only time she cried now; when there was no one around, but she wished that they would just dry up. That she would go numb, and not feel the pain they inflicted on her. It had gotten worse when they found her message that she sent over the hostage video they filmed. The whip marks still stung, if she moved the wrong way.

"Otodvigat' sya." [Move aside] A voice filtered through the door, but she didn't care. She was broken and she knew it. The shattered bits of her soul dug into her heart, creating a pain that just wouldn't go away. It just gnawed away at her person, at who she was.

"Moi zakazy, chtoby ostat' sya zdes'." [My orders are to stay here.]

"Sasha khochet, chtoby vy na fronte," [Sasha wants you at the front.] Her voice retorted with dangerous tone.

"Shtraf." [Fine.]

Seconds turned into minutes, before the sound of the door unlocking made her glance at the door as fear shot through her. But she was surprised when she saw a young woman walk in. Her hair short, shoulder length red hair stood out against the different shades of grey that surrounded them. She remembered seeing the woman a few times before. The first time when she was being taped for video, how the woman had stared at her with no emotion on her face, but her eyes they held something. Something she couldn't put a name to.

She watched as the woman stepped towards her, only to crouch and place her finger against her lips, telling her to be quiet. The woman reached forward and undid the hand cuff that kept her against the wall. For the first time she noticed the bundle she was setting on the floor. Undoing the bundle, the woman unfolded a thick sweater and started putting it over her head and helped her put her arms in. Once the sweater was on, she pulled her to her feet, and placing her hand against her own chest, she whisper, "Natasha."

With a slight nod, she then slowly moved her hand to her chest as well, "Angela." The woman smiled slightly, before bending down and holding out a pair of pants for Angela to step into.

BANG!

Natasha spun towards the door, where seconds later it slammed open, showing two guards standing there a look of shock across their faces. However, before they could even move, Natasha flicked her arms and knives flew from her hands embedding themselves into the men. Turning she grabbed Angela's hands and pulled her through the doorway.

Angel's leg, however, struggled to hold her weight, having lost almost all of the muscle that she had built while dancing. Natasha pulled Angela to her side, and wrapped her arm around her waist.

Her eyes popped open, and Angela found herself laying in one of the two beds. Looking around, she searched for those men, just like she did every night when the memories were the worst. Sitting up, she found Natasha sitting in front of the window, she looked back at her when she heard her move. "Koshmar?" [Nightmare?] She asked as she moved towards her, leaving the window for her side.

Angela watched as she sat beside her, "Net, vy spasali menya." [No, you were rescuing me.] She told Natasha with a smile. "Chto nikogda ne mozhet byt' koshmarom," [That could never be a nightmare] a small smile graced her lips. "I remember the way you looked at me when you first walked in the door." She whispered to her, as she leaned into her side, as she wrapped her arm around her. "I was scared that it was another man coming in, but when you knelt down next to me." She glanced quickly away, before she whispered, "I felt safe."

"I would have gotten to you sooner, but it took forever to figure out where they were keeping you and how to get you out. I'm sorry about that."

"There's no need," Angela told her with a smile, "You were forgiven when you got me out of there." Glancing behind them towards the second bed, she watched as Clint held Valerie against them. Both of them wrapped in each others arms taking comfort in each other's embrace. "How much longer do you have on your shift?"

"Thirty more minutes," Natasha told her, "Then I'll wake up Valerie and I'll join you." She ran her fingers through Angela's curls, "Try and get some more rest," and she placed a kiss upon her brow, before standing and heading back towards the window.

"We should call in the rest," Clint said, as he checked over his arrows.

"Others?" Angela asked as she sat behind Valerie french braiding her long black hair.

"The rest of the Avengers," Clint told her, "They'll be able to help us keep you safe and figure out if this mole is real or fake and how we're going to deal with this Russian group."

"Tony's apart of Avengers. I've spent six years away from my family to keep them save and you want to bring him right in," Angela stood up, leaving Valerie's hair undone and unraveling.

"He's IronMan now, he can protect himself. And it just won't be him. Banner and Captain will be there as well."

"No Thor. He's at Asgard at the moment, taking care of my perverted Uncle."

"But all of us will be safer. Then if it was just the four of us."

Pacing back and forth on the side of the bed that Natasha and her had shared last night. Natasha's eyes followed her back and forth, but the sound of a beep sounding pulled everyone's attention to the bed. Grabbing her phone, Angela filled it open, "What's it, Amelia?"

I have detected Stark technology within a mile radius and closing. Jarvis—

Amelia went silent, "Amelia?" Angela called out panic written clearly against her face but also in her voice.

KNOCK, KNOCK.

Clint and Natasha had their weapons out when the first knock sounded, and Valerie had pulled Angela back behind her. Angela was amazed when she watched as Valerie's hands filled with electricity. Natasha stalked forward, and flung open the door, only to have her weapons pointed at Tony who was in his metal suit with his face plate off. "Oh, good. You are home? Now, we want to know why you've been hiding from us." He walked into the room, completely ignoring Natasha's weapons still pointed at him.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Stark?" Natasha ground out as she put her weapons away.

"Just wondering where you guys have gone off too." He walked more into the room, "Fury said the Clint was on a mission and that of course means that Valerie's with him, can't really separate those two. And you, hadn't heard back from you since you went on your mission. Got—"

His eyes found Angela, standing there behind Valerie. "Tony?"

He remained quiet, as his eyes stayed on her. Not believing that she was there standing before him. "Sugar?"

"Tony." She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, ignoring the slight pain she felt from his metal suit. "I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you to, Sugar." As he lifted her off the floor, before he set her down. "Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you."

Glancing at Natasha, she found her looking away from them, almost like she was afraid to see what was going on. "What does Natasha have to do with this?" Tony asked but Angela ignored him, walking towards her she placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Natasha, v chem delo?" [What's wrong?]

"Net, vse v poryadke," [No, everything is fine.]

"When did she start speaking Russian?" They heard Tony say, but just ignored him.

"Prikhodyat na progulku so mnoi." [Come for a walk with me.] Angel said and then walked out the door before she could answer. Natasha ran out the room, following her towards a small wooded area behind the motel.

"What do you think you are doing?" She hissed out, as she grabbed Angela's arm turned her around.

"We need to talk."

"Out here?"

"Yes, if this is the only way of getting you to actually look at me and talk to me then yes. It's going to be out here." Natasha stayed quiet, but let go of her arm, only to have Angela take her hand. "Don't do this. Please don't do this. Just because Tony is back in my life, doesn't mean that I don't need you still." Natasha turned away from her yanking her hand out of hers, while not responding to anything that Angela said to her, "Please Natasha…I need you… I love you." She reached towards her, going to turn her around.

BANG!

Looking down, she found a red mark on her stomach growing and growing. Her knees gave out. She didn't hear her name being called or the fighting happening around her. Something grabbed her arms and started dragging her away. And slowly darkness started closing in, and all she could think about was say those three little words that meant everything in the world to the one woman who meant everything as well, but only to have her not reply. Broke her heart.

And then there was nothing.

If anyone is confused about Tony callin Angela 'Sugar' it's his nickname for her. Because you you know her sister, Pepper Potts, and then Angela is Sugar Potts. I thought it was funny. Please review! :D