Ch 18
By: MysticFantasy
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Steve and Natasha woke with a start when they heard the sound of what was most likely an explosion.
Right away, they both bolted from the bed and hurried to the nursery. They could easily hear the sound of their son crying and they easily noticed the smoke they were running through.
They burst into the nursery where they smoke became the thickest.
"James!" Steve shouted when he spotted the crib lying on its side and his son nowhere in sight.
Natasha dove to the floor and began searching frantically for her baby.
Steve on the other hand turned toward where he felt a breeze and spotted a large hole in the wall where he spotted a shadowed figure standing. With his son in his arms!
"Who the hell are you?!" Steve demanded and Natasha quickly stood and took a fighting pose.
"Steve, using such language in front of your son." the shadow figure teased tauntingly.
Steve and Natasha both froze on the spot. That voice...
"No." Steve whispered. "It's not possible."
"It is." the man said as he pulled out a gun. "Hope you said good bye to your son."
Bang...Bang...
"NO!" Natasha screamed as she watched two bullets pierce through Steve's torso and then fall to the floor. She then watched in horror as the man grabbed a rope ladder that appeared behind him and then vanish with sound of James' crying still being heard over the noise.
"JAMES!"