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Resistance

Chapter Six

They stumbled through the under growth as they made their way West through the forest. The leaves upon the ground hid most of their prints but not enough for a tracker not to find them. Plus they had horses, fast moving, and basically can go through anything, so they couldn't stop.

Angela was what was slowing them down though. Her wound had started bleeding from being torn open from their excessive movements and rushed pace. But Natasha didn't stop moving them. They had to get far enough away to fix the wound and then out of the forest. If only they hadn't taken her belt, the tracker Tony planted when he thought she wasn't looking was there. They would find the homestead but not them. And they couldn't head back. Their only choice was to continue forward.

"Come on Angela. We just have to keep moving."

"Wait, wait. There," she pointed to a tree off to the right, "The coverage will hide us, but still allow us to see them."

"Alright, it'll give you sometime to rest." They headed for the tree, and started to climb. Angela first followed closely by Natasha. Up in the branches they waited. At first it was just silence, but then the sound of a twig snapping made them looked North. One of the men stalked through the under growth, a rifle in hand. Moments later three others followed, one of the men carried a wooden spear. None of the men were Dmitri or Ivan. But they still hunted the two of them.

Barely able to breathe for fear that it would cause them to be found; she released her breath when the last man was out of sight. "Alright let's look at that wound," Natasha whispered as she pulled Angela's shirt up gently as it was glued to her skin by the blood. "Yebat'!" [Fuck], she cursed, "Two of the stitches ripped, that's what's causing the bleeding."

"Nothing to bad then?" Angela asked still breathing hard.

"If we keep having to travel like this then it'll get worse."

"Chert voz' mi," [Damn it] she muttered as she tried slowing her breathing, because hyperventilating wasn't going to help. "What are we going to do then? We have to get out of here."

Natasha was silent for a few minutes. Reaching over, she took hold of Natasha's hand. Just the feel of her skin against hers was a comfort. It made her feel slightly safer in this terrible ordeal. Natasha look over at her as she crouch on the branch on front of the one Angela was on, "I say we start hunting the hunter."

With a smile, Natasha and Angela started pulling branches off of the tree. Getting the ones straight as possible, then pulling off the little twigs and leaves, and some of the bark. They broke pieces of the ends to make them as sharp and pointy as possible. After they had at least fifteen to twenty of the homemade daggers, they waited. They didn't know how long they had to wait but when a man walked into view and Natasha grabbed on of the daggers and waited for him to get into range. And as soon as he stepped close enough, she flicked her arm and sent a dagger flying at the man, he dropped to the ground dead without knowing what hit him.

Angela watched as Natasha took man after man down with the stick daggers. She had always known how good Natasha was, but she had only seen her actually fight and kill one man, Sasha. And to see her kill these men as a way of protecting them, when she couldn't even help, put reality into perspective. She was in love with a killer, an assassin, and that didn't bother her one bit, because Natasha never had caused her harm or pain. And she trusted Natasha with her life and love. Even though it wasn't a smart thing to do, to trust a spy. A smile came to her face as she thought about the first time she had said that to Natasha.

"Come on. There are six men done there. And there hasn't been anymore for thirty minutes." She turned towards Angela. "We should get moving." With a nod, they started climbing down from the tree. Natasha followed by Angela. Once they were on the forest ground, they continued West.

They had gone through two creeks, over multiple hills, when they hit another valley. There was a small clearing in this one, and trickle of a stream. "Lets stop here for a little bit," Angel said as she went to sit down on one of the bigger rock along the stream.

"Let me see the wound again." Natasha said as she crouched down in front of her and pulled up Angela's shirt. "The bleeding had slowed, which is good—" Angela waited for her to say something more, but when her fingers brushed against her right hip bone, she smiled slightly. "When did you get a tattoo?"

"About a year ago. When we were in LA."

"When I went under cover at Stark Industries?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?" She asked as she could only see two lines coming up from her waistband of her pants.

"Why don't you look and see?" Angela's voice taunted Natasha. The feel of Natasha's fingers pulling down her waistband made certain emotions surface. Fighting back the urge to pounce on her, she waited. When she heard her gasp, she smiled. A black widow spider lay on her hip bone. "I got it as a way of saying—"

"—Your mine," Natasha said as she looked up into Angela's eyes. Slowly she leaned back away from Angela, who watched her confused. Pulling back the collar of her Shield uniform, Angela found herself staring at a pair of elegant angel wings placed right below her left shoulder on her chest. "I'm yours." Was the only thing she said. Smiles formed on their lips as they stared at each other.

"Well isn't that sweet," a man's voice sounded behind them. Natasha spun around gripping the dagger in her hand, as Angela stood next to her. "You took out six of my men, with sticks. I believe I underestimated you." He smiled as he stepped forward. "But now we caught you, and the game is over, so why don't you put the stick down."

Natasha didn't move, if the game was over why should she give up and wait for them to die.

"Well if you're not going to put down the stick—" A gun shot rang out, and the stick fell to the ground in pieces. Natasha not even flinching. "Well what about that not even a flinch. We actually have the Black Widow in our grasp. You definitely stand up to your reputation." He smirked, "But like I said, the game is over and now you're going to die. But I think I'll kill you first, Widow. Let your lover grieve in pain as she watches you die." With that he threw his staff at her, but before it hit her, Angela turned and moved in front of Natasha. "Well that worked out. Two birds with one stone. Let's go."

It was hard to breath, for the both of them. Natasha looked down and found that the spear had gone threw Angela and right into her. Looking up she met Angela's eyes. "Ya ne mog pozvolitʹ vam umeretʹ." [I-I couldn't let you die] Angel whispered to her, "I couldn't lose you."

"Shh," she whispered.

They were on the ground, their knees having given out. Angela had her forehead tucked into Natasha's neck, as Natasha's was rested against her shoulder. They couldn't move, they just knelt there leaning against each other. "Angela?" No reply, "Angela?" Natasha's voice filled with panic, and pain as she tried to move to see her face. When she found Angela's eyes, they could barely focus. That's when Natasha knew that they weren't going to make it out of this. Neither of them would. Tears cascaded down her cheeks that that thought. "I love you, Angela." Then she watched as her lover's eyes closed. She cried against the woman she loved, and as she cried the darkness surrounded her. And then everything was gone.

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