Chapter 23
By: MysticFantasy
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Natasha slowly crept through the doors as she kept her eyes open for anything that might pop out.
Her tracking device had brought her to this room. The room where her baby is suppose to be.
She wasn't sure if Steve had found the room yet and, although she really wished that he was with her right now, she didn't want anyone to hold her back when she found the mastermind who came up with the idea of kidnapping her month old son.
The day James had been born, Natasha had vowed that she would never again take a life. But she may make an exception in this case.
But she figured taking the life of the one who took her son away from her could be called justice. She certainly would call it justice and she knew that a few of the guys would agree.
The room was super silent and that right away told Natasha that something wasn't right. Keeping pistols in both hands, the spy slowly walked further into the room as her eyes scanned for her child or the enemy.
"So this is the famous Black Widow."
The spy whirled around with her guns raised when she heard the voice. The only thing keeping her from firing her weapons was that her husband was being used as a human shield.
An older man stood behind the muscular soldier and hand a gun jabbed into the back of Steve's head.
"Who the hell are you?" Natasha demanded.
"The captain here knows me already and my family history but you do not. I am Henry Zola."
Natasha glared at the doctor, right away making the connection.
"Let him go." she said.
"No." Henry replied calmly. "There's too much to be done. Your husband is seventy years overdue to die at the hands of a member of the Zola family. It's going to be me."
"You're not going to do anything to him." Natasha said.
"I already softened him up by giving him a child to distract him. The same applied to you."
Natasha gave the doctor what she beleived was her coldest glare.
"You were the one who slipped in that shot, weren't you?" she demanded.
"I created it, yes." Henry answered with a proud smirk. "I had a sample of the captain's DNA and was able to modify it so that you would be able to have his child. I hadn't been too sure if it would work but it did. Now that the boy is born, I don't really have a need for either one of you."
"What do you want with our son?!" Natasha nearly yelled.
"His blood." Henry answered too calmly for Natasha's liking. "His blood very likely has the super soldier serum from either one or both of you. I plan to take as much as I need in order to test that theory."
Natasha felt her grip on her guns tighten. She had feared that something like this was the reason her son had been taken.
James possibly inheriting the serum from her or Steve had been on her mind since she first discovered who his father is.
Although her version of the super soldier serum wasn't anything close to being the same as Steve's, it still allowed her to do many things regular women couldn't do. Not aging and having enhanced abilities was one of them.
Natasha was certain that if James did have the serum it was sure to be Steve's version.
"Where is my son?" Natasha demanded.
"He is with the man you named him after." Henry replied.
Natasha felt herself become more tense.
What would Barnes do to her son? Would be keep him safe or was he helping this crazy doctor in examining the infants blood?
"Give him back to us." Natasha said. "Do that and we'll possibly let you live."
Steve looked at his wife with a bit of surprise that turned into understanding. He was sure that she was going to want to kill the person who had put their family through this.
Even though she had vowed to never kill again, he felt certain that Henry Zola was going to be the exception. Natasha had made that promise because she didn't want James to know that she was a killer after he had been born.
Her life before having him would be kept in secret until he was older but Natasha wanted to be able to tell James that after he had been born she never killed again.
James was the reason she made that vow and wanted to keep it. Today, they would both find out if her promise was going to be broken or not.
