Resistance
Chapter Seven
"Mommy, mommy! Look what I can do," a little girl ran up to the older woman. Her curly blonde hair bounced with each step she took.
"What can you do, darling?" The older woman asked as she knelt down in front of her, and wiped a smug of dirt off her cheek. She watched then as her daughter did three back flips in a row, before turning and smiling. "That's great sweetie, did you lean that at ballet?"
"Angela Potts, come down this instant!" A man's voice yelled from the staircase.
"What's going on?" The young teenager asked as she came down stairs.
"What the hell are you thinking?" Her father yelled at her, "Telling your mother that you were going to live with Virginia in LA!"
"I was thinking about getting away from you," she shot back without thinking.
SLAP!
"Don't you dare talk to me that way!" He yelled at her, as he pushed her against the wall, his hand on her throat.
"Hey!" A young man with dark hair pulled him away from her. Her older sister, Virginia, pulled her into her arms. "Don't you fucking touch her."
"Who the fuck are you to tell me how to treat my family?"
"Tony Stark. And my lawyers getting the paperwork finished, say that Sugar here can live with me, and be under Pepper's full custody. Never come near her again. Is that clear?"
"Tony! Come on we're going to miss it!" A seventeen year old Angela yelled down the stairway that led to his workshop.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming."
"Come on, Pepper, already has the popcorn ready!" Angela shouted at him as she spun away from the stairs practicing her dance moves as she made her way towards the living room, with his 48 inch flat screen TV that he made. Sitting in the middle of the coach, Pepper sat on her left and turned the TV on and put it to the right channel. Seconds later, Tony was on her right side, with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. "Come on, come on."
"Hold your horses," Pepper mumbled. A moment later, they watched the blue police box spin around and around the time vortex before landing somewhere in space and time.
The show ended, with Angela sprawled across both Pepper and Tony. "Oh by the way, here you go, Sugar," Tony handed a box to Angela.
Opening the box hesitantly, she found herself looking at an exact replica of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. "OH MY GOD! How did you? Did you buy it?"
"Nope."
"You made it?"
"And it works!"
"OH MY GOD! I have to go see if it actually works." She ran out of the room and up the stairs.
"Hey!"
"I can't believe you actually made her one," She heard Pepper say to Tony. "Just wait, she going to—"
CRASH!
"—break something."
It had been three days since they killed Alexie. Three days since they stuck her in this room. The bruises on her face hurt, and her clothes she could even describe them. The door swung open and two men walked in. They grabbed her and pulled her out of the room. She struggled but they were to strong for her. She didn't have the strength to fight them. And besides she didn't know how too. They pulled her into a room. A chair sat in the middle and a white cloth hung up behind it. Ten feet away from the chair was a camera. They pushed her down into the chair, and tied her feet to the legs.
She sat there in the chair, tapping her fingers against her leg. The rhythm random, she did it just to do it, as a plan formed in her head. Sasha, the head of the group as she found out, walked in front of her, "You're going to hold this newspaper, and read from those boards. Speak clearly and do NOT add any words that are not on board. Is that clear?" With a nod, he walked away. Two men stood behind her, with their hands behind their back.
"3, 2, 1—"
"My name is Angela Potts," she started reading, but as she held up the newspaper, her fingers continued tapping. But this time the rhythm wasn't random. "This is a video for Tony Stark," but then she messed up, "and my sister Virginia Potts."
SLAP!
The man behind her back handed her across the face, hard enough that she almost fell out of her chair. Looking back at the camera, she watched as Sasha glared at her. Her eyes searched through the crowd, she noticed a figure in the shadows. "Start over."
"My name is Angela Potts," she started the tapping again, "This is a video for Tony Stark and Virginia Potts. This is a ransom for Tony Stark," Fuck! Messed up again. "If you—"
SLAP!
This time she hit the ground, the chair going with her. "Start again." Sasha said after they pulled her back up into the sitting position, blood trickled down her lip.
"My name is Angela Potts. This is a video for Tony Stark and Virginia Potts. This is a ransom video for Tony Stark. If you want me back alive, give them: ten million dollars and five of every one of your weapons. If you don't comply with in twenty-four hours you will never see me again. Please do this. I want to go home," Angela said the last part as unemotional as she could. She was glad that she didn't mess up the pattern to the tapping. She didn't really want to get hit again.
"Cut! Good, now let's pack up. Move to the next safe house." Sasha ordered before walking out of the room. She watched as everyone drifted around the room packing items away, but she found herself watching the shadows for the figure she had seen earlier. And then there they were. The figure moved and stepped out of the shadows. It was a woman, long curly red hair. Her face was blank, showing no emotion. But her eyes, they held something. Something she couldn't place.
It was cold in the room that they were hiding in. So cold that her breath showed on the air. She was wrapped in a sweater and two blankets, but it seemed that her body held no more fat and so she was always freeze. Natasha had been away for a few hours, and she was starting to think that she wasn't coming back.
The floor outside the hidden door creaked, and she froze. Her body tensed thinking that it was the men that they had found her and was going to take her back. But when the door did open, she found Natasha standing there with a bag in her arms. She wore a heavy coat with fur that lined the edges. She didn't have it when she left. Closing the door behind her, she walked towards her and set the bag down. Sitting on the floor with the bag in the middle, she pulled a loaf of bread. "Khleb," she said pointing towards the loaf.
Looking between her and loaf, she frowned, and Natasha repeated herself, "Khleb."
Moving her hand out of the blankets, she clumsily pointed at it, "Bread."
"Brreaaad." She said sounding like she was trying to repeat her.
"Bread."
"Bread," she finally got it. With a nod from Angela, a small grin curled the corner of her lip, "Khleb."
"Khleb."
With a nod, she then pulled out a small wheel of cheese. With a smile, Angela realized what she was trying to do. She was trying to learn English to communicate with her, and that's when she decided that she was going to learn Russian as well.
They were renting a flat in London. Natasha was currently out shopping for food and clothes. She still didn't like having Angela out in public. They hadn't bought any furniture yet, and when they did it would be kitchen items, a bed, a dresser, and a TV. But in the empty space that was the dining room and living room. Angela spun around trying to get fit again and not get rusty on her dance moves. As she spun, and twisted, and formed her body in ways a normal human being couldn't, she didn't hear the door opening, or Natasha walking in.
"Angela," her voice spooked Angela causing her to hit the floor as she lost her balance. "You—listen—better." Natasha's English still not the best, but then again neither was her Russian.
"Sorry, I got lost in…my memory." She told Natasha who nodded in response.
"I got food. Bed coming tomorrow." With a smile, Angela walked over and took one of the bags from her arms, and they walked towards the kitchen. As she put away the food, Natasha put some minor dishes in the cabinets.
"Everything okay around here?" She asked as she hoped up onto the counter.
"Fine. No one watch."
"That's good. That means we can stay here until they get suspicious."
"Sus-pic-ous?" Her brow furled as her face filled with confusion. It made Angela happy when Natasha showed emotion, even if it was only in front of her.
"Suspicious."
"Suspicious."
"Yes, it means," and with the added hand motions, "Watching. We want not suspicious, which means no one watching."
"No one suspicious." She said again, a smile tugging at her lips, but when she caught sight of the beaming smile upon Angela's face, she couldn't stop the smile that grew on hers.
The sound of footsteps woke her up. Sitting up in bed, she listened, someone was in her apartment. Reaching into the always open side table drawer she pulled out the Ruger that Natasha had gotten her. The footsteps were coming towards the bedroom, pointing the gun at the door she waited. Slowly the door swung open showing a figure in the shadows. "Legko li," [Easy there] a voice said, and with a smile Angela put the gun down back into the drawer as Natasha walked out of the shadows.
A smile spread across her lips as Natasha approached the bed. Only to start stripping by the dresser. A light blush crept across her cheeks as she glanced away. She had see Natasha without a shirt on multiple times when she had to clean wounds from fights that she found herself in, but still they way that she did it without a care in the world who saw, including herself.
Laying back in bed, she stared at the ceiling, waiting for her to join her. When she felt the bed tilt under the added weight, she turned on her side facing Natasha who was looking at her. "How was it?"
"Difficult. They have me in English classes."
"But you know English."
"I know, but they don't and I don't want them too, because then they might get suspicious on why I know it."
"Well whoever is teaching you, is probably a better teacher then I was."
"Nonsense." Natasha chided as she brushed a strand of Angela's red curly hair out of her face. "You're the best teacher ever." Angela's smiled at that. The comment was nice to hear, even though it had taken them about a whole year to become completely fluent in both languages. "It's just not the same you having red hair."
"I know but if they're looking for a blonde they won't notice a redhead. Anyways, how's Shield treating you. Causing if their not we can always leaving, and you'll never have to see their faces ever again."
"No, it was fine. The three months probation, was the worst though. I knew that if you called I would have been able to get out. But still I missed seeing you everyday. Instead I get to see Clint everyday."
"Clint? Who's that?"
"He was the one that found us, well me in Madrid. Shield had sent him to kill me because some of the things I have done. The name that I built for myself."
"Black Widow."
"Yeah. But he brought me in instead, and I yes to becoming one of their agents…because…" She looked Angela in the eye, "I have red in my ledger. And I want to get rid of it."
"Saving me didn't help?"
"It did, but there is so much more red than you could take away. I help the world by being in Shield. So as I was saying I was on probation, until two weeks ago."
"You had to wait."
"Had to make sure they wouldn't follow."
"I know. But you're here now," Angela whispered, sleep tightening it's hold on her. Wrapping her arms around Natasha, she sighed, it felt great to have her back. They both relaxed as they held each other. Both slowly falling asleep.
They were sitting in the kitchen, they were in Brooklyn this time. Both downed a shot of vodka before Natasha slid onto the stool next to her, "The reason that I keep coming back, is because I worry. I worry that I didn't hide you well enough and you're going to get found." Angela knew that she worried about her when she had to be away because of Shield. That she wished she could stay, and Angela understood why, she wanted to get the red off her ledger. "That's why I keep moving you. That's why I keep changing your name. I worry." Angela wished that she did more than worry. She wished that she had enough courage to tell Natasha how she felt, but she couldn't risk it. But maybe she should risk it. Tell her how she truly felt.
"Natasha—" She started to begin.
"—No, you don't understand, Angela. You are the only rock that I have, and I need to keep you safe." Angela understood better then Natasha knew. Because Natasha was exactly the same thing that Angela was to her. She needed her safe, but it was hard to do when she couldn't be found. She couldn't be in 'public' like Natasha could. She would always have to be under an alias.
"No offense but who would trust a spy?"
"You trust a spy."
"Yeah. I trust you with more than just my life." Angela told, wanted to tell her how much she really trusted her with. That it wasn't just her life but also her heart and soul. But she was afraid that Natasha didn't feel the same for her. She had had Clint as her partner in Shield for almost four and a half years now, Natasha never said if anything happened between them, but if they had what would she do with Angela's confession.
But she couldn't. She just couldn't risk it. Risk her walking out of her life forever. That right there would cause her to give up. Cause her to not fight back if they found her. Because she wouldn't care anymore.
She held her in her arms, scared to let her go. "You could never lose me. I could find you anywhere. A heart, a soul can always find its other half." When she said that her heart burst to life. The shattered pieces of her soul put themselves together. That could only mean one thing. And even though it wasn't those three words, it still meant a lot to her to know that she actually felt something for her, and the times that they've kissed in the past week weren't just lust filled moments.
"Your mine—"
"—I'm yours."
Everything was disappearing. She could barely make out where she was, and what was going on. All she knew was that she had tried to save Natasha and failed. Natasha still got hurt, she just hoped it wasn't as bad as she was. Because then she at least could have given her life for the one person that she loved.
The sounds of the forest, didn't make sense. She could hear Natasha, but she couldn't understand what she was say. It was like she was whispering it so softly that she couldn't hear it even if she said it in her ear.
She started to give up. The pain was unbearable. More than what Sasha did to her. More than all the injuries that she got from traveling the world with Natasha, and definitely more than the gunshot wound to her stomach.
The feeling of Natasha leaning against her started to disappear as well and she didn't want that. She wanted to see Natasha smile and laugh for one last time. To feel her lips against hers whether it was a sweet little peck, or a desperate battle between the two. She wanted to die with Natasha there beside her until her last breath escaped her.
"I love you, Angela." Natasha voice echoed through her mind. It pulled her away from the light at the end of the tunnel. But the darkness was strong, it kept pulling her away, but Natasha's voice continued to echo, "I love you…I love you…I love you."
"I love you…
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