Okay so here is the next chapter. I just had to add these three verses from Adam Lambert's new song Outlaws of Love. It fit perfectly and was basically one of the only songs I listened to when I was writing.

Oh, nowhere left to go.
Are we getting closer, closer?
No, all we know is "no!"
Nights are getting colder, colder.

Hey!
Tears all fall the same.
We all feel the rain.
We can't change.

Everywhere we go
We're lookin' for the sun.
Nowhere to grow old.
We're always on the run.
They say we'll rot in hell
But I don't think we will.
They've branded us enough
Outlaws of love.

-Outlaws of Love by Adam Lambert

Resistance

Chapter Five

Pain spread through out her body, her stomach the worst. She pried her eyes open and all she was bars. Bars crised-crossed over her a bare bulb hung from above, looking down she found more bars. They surrounded her. She was caged. Lifting her head just the slightest sent a shot of pain through her. But she had to see, she knew that she had injured, she just didn't know how bad. Lifting her head again, she whimpered in pain, but she found that her shirt had been lifted showing that her wound, which appeared to be a gunshot wound, had been sown shut and the bleeding had been stopped. Whoever had her, wanted her to live, for what she did not know but whatever it was was going to be bad.

Looking around for any way of escape, she found what appeared to be the door padlocked closed. You have to get out, Natasha's voice whispered to her in her head as her instinctual conscious. You have to move. Don't care about the pain. Just get out! Grabbing a hold of the bars next to her, she pulled herself up. Leaning against the bars, she breathed heavily trying to overcome the pain. "Well look who's up?" A heavily accented voice said. Angela's eyes looked to where the voice was coming from, but her energy was gone. Just pulling herself up into the sitting position burned her out, there was nothing left. A man knelt down in front of her, "She's not looking to good."

"She did lose a lot of blood when we shot her."

"I do have to say though, Sasha was right when he told us she was a looker."

That name stopped Angela's heart. Fear coursed through, making it even harder to breathe. He was dead. She watched as Natasha took him down. Breaking his bones. Gutting him. Beating him until his face was unrecognizable. She took him down with vengeance as she watched from the side lines. But somehow he was still trying to hurt her, to use her like he did every day in the past…she could still feel his hands on her, his breath against her neck, the pain he caused her when it was supposed to be pleasure. She couldn't stop the shaking, the way that her body reacted whenever he was around whether in life or memory.

"You're right. But since he's dead, we get to do anything we want," a smile so evil that it would put the devil to shame, pulled across his face. Putting his hand through the bars, he grabbed her face, his hand covering part of her mouth. "Just get better because I'm getting the urge for a nice hunt," with that, Angela bit down on the juncture between his pointer finger and thumb. Blood trickled down her chin, as he struggled to pull away from her. But only when his fist connected with her cheek bone and push her across the cage, did she let go. Her teeth stained pink, her lips covered in his blood the same that traveled down her chin and dripped onto her chest. "THAT BITCH!"

The men hadn't come back in two days since she had bitten one of them. In a way she was glad, because it gave her chances of trying to escape. But Natasha had never taught her to pick a lock. She had taught her a lot of things but not that, and now she wished she did. She didn't know how far she would be able to get once she got out but she would try.

The sound of the lock on the main door alerted her to their coming. But when she saw a head of red curly hair that could only belong to one woman, being dragged in by the two men, she cried out. "No!" The men ignored her as they brought Natasha closer and closer. As they unlocked the door to her cage, she surged forward, but a hand gripped her hair, causing her only to struggle.

"Give me your hand," A gruff man ordered, she didn't comply. "Give me your hand or she loses hers." She reached out towards him, and flinched when they put a metal shackle on her left wrist and then connected it to Natasha's right.

They tossed her in, causing Angela to catch her before she hit the ground, and ignoring the pain that laced through her mid-drift. "Natasha?" Running her fingers across her cheek, she tried holding in the panic. The bruises that showed across her cheek, the cut she had on her brow, and the split lip showed that she put up a fight. She always put up a fight. "Come on, honey. Open your eyes. Please just open your eyes." Tears slipped from her eyes, and ran down her cheeks before dropping off her chin and onto Natasha. She pulled her to her chest, hugging her as close as she could to her. Hoping, praying that she would open her eyes and tell her that she was okay. That she was fine and there was plan to get them out of here. Back to Brooklyn, where they were the happiest. Where they were the most comfortable.

Hours pasted and Natasha still hadn't woken up, and the silence was killing Angela, so she started talking. "Remember right after you rescued me and we were hiding in this run down apartment building. You didn't know a speck of English, and I still didn't know Russian very well." She started running her fingers through her hair. "But we handled it. It didn't stop us from communicating. You were so closed off. More than I was and I thought that something worse then what I had gone through must had happened to you. But then when I had a nightmare, you just held me until I stopped crying even if it was the whole night and you were just as tired. You still held me, even afterwards. You kept away the nightmares. You battled away their faces, their voices, their touch.

"You never liked it when I called you my 'knight in shining armor' but that's what you were. You always came riding in to save me from the memories. Or if they found me. You were always there." She paused trying to stop the sobs from escaping, "I never told you this, but I never wanted you to leave. To go back to Shield for weeks, mouths on end. To only be able to hear from you when you were able to call. I missed the times when it had been just you and me. Going from place to place. All over Europe, Asia, South America, and Australia. Those years were the best. Just us against the world that's what it was.

"You thought that I missed my family, but I rarely ever did. Only when you were away did I think about them. So I got into painting again only to destroy the paints of them, but the only ones that I couldn't destroy that are still being held in the locker in Brooklyn, were the ones of you. The times that you were there, between your missions I didn't care about what was going on, I just wanted to be with you. To have you near me.

"I fell in love with you Natasha and I didn't know what to do. I thought that if I told you that you wouldn't feel the same, that you would just push it off to the side. I didn't want you to leave because of the way I felt. I didn't want to lose you—"

"You wouldn't," a soft whisper, made her look down. Natasha's hazel-green eyes met hers, a soft smile pulled at her lips. Tears slide down her face. "Shhhh, don't cry," Natasha reached up and wiped away the tears. "I'm here."

"I thought I lost you."

"You could never lose me. I could find you anywhere. A heart, a soul can always find its other half." Natasha told her before claiming her lips with her own. Their kiss became desperately as their tongues fought for dominance. Neither wanted to let go of the other, as they both wanted to become lost into their own little world. Natasha's hand caressed her face leaving a burning trail in its wake as it moved into her hair, pulling her closer. Pulling away out of breath, their forehead against each others. Emotions swirling around in their eyes as they held each other.

"Well look what we got here, Dmitri." A male voice sound from the doorway causing both Angela and Natasha to turn towards them as they waited to see what was to come. "Sasha never told us that she had a lover." Angela felt Natasha stiffen as the name, just like she had.

"No, he hadn't but it'll just make more fun for us." A new man, Dmitri, walked in; in his hand he held a sharp pointed staff.

"It's just fucking disgusting." Another said as he walked through the door. "Against God. A woman should have her place behind a man. Not with a fucking woman."

"Shut it, Ivan. Bring them out." Dmitri order as five more men entered the room. Natasha moved to a crouch as they moved towards the cage. Watching one of the men walk forward, pulling out a gun, and pointing it at Angela. "You cause any type of problem for us, and she dies," Dmitri told Natasha with a smile. "And it'll be your fault as she dies in your arms. Is that clear?"

With a nod, they opened the door, and Natasha slowly crawled out. A foot found its way into her face. She fell to the floor as blood gusted from her nose. "Leave her alone you fucking asshole!" Angela stood shakily, pulling to her feet and out of reach from the men, as she sent a glare at the offending man.

"Oww, spunky. Too bad you two are going to be dead by the end of the day. Bring them outside." Dmitri ordered, as another man carrying a sharpened staff poked them in the back to get them moving.

Once outside they found that they were apparently in a barn in a farmstead. Natasha had wrapped her arm around Angela's waist as her lack of energy caused her to stumble over the littlest thing. At the edge of the stead, they stopped. Three of the men were on horse back and the others on foot. "Now we are gonna play a little game. Figure it as pay back for what happened to Sasha. You know massacring someone's brother isn't the best thing to do. Even if it's taken six years to get revenge. Okay so the game…we've decided to go hunting. Not gonna be deer or elk, not even bear or cougar. No this one is going to be even harder. The prey is more intelligent then most. And especially means one is injured it definitely going to slow them down." A sadistic smile covered his face. "We'll give you the count of a hundred and then the hunt is on."

Natasha started pulling Angela away from the group towards the forest that surrounded the homestead, and as they passed the gate, he started counting.

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

Ok, so I just wanted you to know that what that one bastard said about Natasha and Angela being together was just for the story. I personally don't believe that in life. It just sorta came out in the story. Again Sorry.

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