So this is the last chapter. I hope you have enojoyed this story. And just so you know there will be another Avenger story coming out probably in the next week or two. It'll be in the same verse as all the others that I have written.

Resistance

Chapter Nine

The sun filtered through the window, slowly waking Angela from her first peaceful slumber in three months. Opening her eyes, she found herself glazing upon the woman that she had thought dead for three months. Only to smile at the thought that she was alive and back in her life. Silently she watched her sleep. The way that her eyes flickered every once in a while she dreamed. Or the way that her lips were open just a bit even though she was breathing through her nose. Made her smile. She had noticed these things before but never really realized who beautiful they made as she slept.

Natasha had her arm was draped over Angela's back as they laid next to each other, skin touching skin. Slowly Angela lifted her hand and softly traced her finger across her shoulders and down along her back. Once she reached her lower back, she upward, but on her way up, she stopped at the one scar that they had on common. Pushing herself up on her elbow, she leaned down and pressed her lips to the one mark that marred her milky white skin.

Natasha moaned as she snuggled deeper into the sheets. With a smile Angela continued kissing up her back, until she found herself kissing and slightly sucking on the skin right below her ear, producing another moan from Natasha. "You seem energetic," she mumbled as she stretched out her neck making it easier for Angela to get to.

"Because you're here," she whispered as she sucked and licked her neck, leaving a trail on pink and purple marks. Lifting herself so she was hovering above Natasha, pausing only when she turned over. With a smile she kissed her gently. Natasha's hands traveled their way up from her hips over her back and into her hair, smirking when Angela moan.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

"Get up! Its breakfast time," Tony's voice shouted through the door before they heard him walk away.

"I'm gonna kill him," Natasha whispered against her lips.

Laughing lightly, she whispered, "Just the shock of seeing you I think will be enough."

"Mmm," she mumbled before leaning up to kiss her again, before her hands drifted back down to her sides and started to tickle her.

"No, no, stop," Angela laughed out as she tried to scoot away from her.

"Oh, I don't think I will," she whispered dangerously, before leaning up on her knees and kissing her way up Angela's stomach, paying special attention to the scar.

"Mmm, we should get up before they send Valerie to wake me up," Angela told her as she closed her eyes at the sensation of Natasha's lips on her skin.

"That probably would be a good idea," she said as she pulled away from Angela, hoped off the bed and walked naked over to the closet before tossing a shirt out to Angela along with some jeans.

They walked into the dining room, and found everyone already sitting around the table. "The foods on the counter," Pepper called out without even looking up.

"I think we'll need another spot set up though," Angela told them. And watched as they all looked up or turned to face them. Shock covered there faces. Apparently, she had gone straight to Angela the night before, not bothering to see anyone else, not even Clint or Valerie.

And it was those two that reacted first, "Natasha," The surprise on Clint's face disappeared and a smile took its place. "Good to know that you're a live."

"It's good to have you back, Nat."

"It's good to be back," Natasha told them, before pulling Angela into the kitchen. And while they were pilling food onto their plates, they heard Darcy say, 'I thought she was died.' And Clint's only reply was, 'It's hard to tell with Natasha.' Which only made her smile.

Walking back into the dining room, Angela sat next to Clint, Natasha following after. Conversations started once everyone realized that Natasha was real and not a ghost back to haunt them. Tony, however, seemed to be in shell shock as he was still staring at Natasha.

It was when Darcy asked Natasha about where she had been for the past three months, did he blink and shake his head. But Natasha's only reply to the young woman had simply been, 'Hunting.' And Angela knew exactly who she had been hunting.

It was while everyone was finishing up that Valerie turned to Clint and told him loud enough for everyone to hear, "With Natasha back, we can set a date for the wedding."

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