Chapter 4
By: MysticFantasy
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"This is Agent Romanoff. Is anyone able to hear me? Repeat. This is Agent Natasha Romanoff and Captain Rogers. Is anyone able to hear me?"
Static was the only answer but she decided to try one last thing.
"If anyone on the SHIELD helicarrier can hear me, please try to locate our coordinates. We suspect that we may be targeted by an unknown source."
Natasha left the radio on in hopes that the helicarrier somehow being able to track the signal. She went back into the cockpit where Steve was still sitting.
"No answer?" he asked.
"Nothing." she answered as she sat down next to him again. She felt him drape the blanket over her shoulders and felt the warmth return to her body. "I hate to say it but we might be stranded."
"Does this mean that we'll have to stay here until rescue or should we try to find the closest town?" Steve asked.
"Let's wait a few more hours." Natasha answered. "If we don't hear anything within the next four or five hours, we should probably try to locate the nearest town."
"Alright." Steve agreed. "Why don't you rest for a while and I'll get a few things ready in case we do have to leave."
"I should help you." Natasha said.
"No. I can handle it. Try to rest." Steve said as he stood and headed to the cargo hold.
Natasha watched Steve the entire time until he vanished into the cargo room. She right away noticed she missed the warmth that had come from his presence. Without his warmth, she could feel the chill of the cold start to grasp her body.
Being born and raised in Russia, she was use to cold weather. Exactly the kind the was going on outside the crashed plane that was acting as their makeshift shelter. But it wasn't until Steve was next to her, sharing his body warmth, that she realized she didn't like the cold very much.
She cast her eyes to the cargo door which had been left open. She could easily hear Steve moving around. The sounds of clutter being shoved or moved around was the only thing keeping Natasha seated.
Without Steve sitting by her, Natasha suddenly became very worried about him. She knew that his regenerative powers were nearly finished healing any and all wounds he recieved from the crash.
Her regenerative abilities weren't on the same level as the famous soldier's but her wounds were healing nicely.
She was just worried that he might suddenly collapse out of the blue or he was actually more hurt than he let out. Which happened many times which earned him an earful from all of his teammates and Fury.
Natasha felt she would forever be amazed by the man who was only a few feet away. She was still amazed by the fact that he had been single at all in his time even before he'd become Captain America.
He had a winning personality but it seemed that women in his time were almost as shallow as the ones today.
Their loss. Natasha thought. They missed out on a great chance but I sure won't do the same.
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Steve hated leaving Natasha alone but he knew that they would need supplies in case they did have to leave the crashed ship. The only supplies they really had were the things they'd taken from the hide-out.
They hadn't really gone through them when they found the boxes but now was as good a time as any. He just hoped to find something that would be of use to them.
As he continued to open boxes at random, his thoughts went back to Natasha.
She was easily the toughest woman he's ever met. Tied with Peggy even. Both were tough as nails and new how to use their abilities to the best they could.
He missed Peggy every day of his life but he noticed that the pain was becoming less and less painful. Thinking back, he realized the pain hadn't been so bad on the same day that he realized he'd fallen for Natasha.
Was his new love for Natasha helping him overcome his past? Would it be enough to help him get over the pain and guilt he felt for not having been able to get back to Peggy and missing their date?
He wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get past that hurt and guilt even if he did find new love. Peggy would always be his first love but he felt so sure that he'd found a new one.
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"There wasn't much but I packed enough things to last us a week." Steve said as he walked into the main area with a duffle bag in hand. He placed it on the ground before sitting down next to Natasha.
As soon as he did, he right away felt her shivering.
"You're shivering." he pointed out as he wrapped his blanket around him.
"I should be use to it." Natasha replied. "I was born in Russia, lived there until I was able to get away years later...Guess I'm loosing my native touch."
"I don't think that's possible." Steve said as he wrapped an arm around her and brought her closer to his body.
Both their hearts started racing at the simple action but they both noticed that the shivers that held Natasha's body were no longer present.
"That's better. Thanks." Natasha said and tried to, regretfully, move away from him.
"I don't think so." Steve said tightening his grip on her slightly. "Can't have you getting sick before we even leave the plane."
"I don't think I can get sick." Natasha said. "I don't even remember the last time that I had the sniffles."
"You got that side effect too huh?" Steve asked. "I was told that I would never get sick again thanks to the serum. Poisons, hypnosis, drugs, alcohol...none of it can work on me."
"At least you get to have fun drinking Stark under the table." Natasha said with a smirk as she recalled all of the drinking challenges that Tony and Clint had put Steve through to try to prove that he could still get drunk.
After twelve challenges, Steve remained the champion and Pepper had come so close to dragging Tony and Clint to the hospital for possible alcohol poisoning.
Natasha herself had won quite a bit of money from those challenges and she was starting to believe that Tony and Clint were starting to catch on that Steve really can't get drunk.
"Did you ever really drink before the serum?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"Not really." Steve answered. "Couldn't afford it. Only real times that I did drink were for celebrations and the one time I discovered that I can't get drunk."
"So it's not a total loss for you then. Is it?"
"Not at all. What about you? I know you can still get drunk but how much do you have to actually drink?"
Natasha felt a small smile creep onto her face. She was warm again, with the arm of the man she'd fallen for wrapped around her and they were actually talking about themselves.
Maybe this mission hadn't been a total disaster.