Chapter Nine

Long Flight

Bella's POV…

That flight was a nightmare. It was bumpy the whole way through. Bella was placed with a pervy old man. He kept side eyeing her up and down while sending sex jokes her way. Babies were red faced and crying. Kids were yelling and throwing things at one another. Their parents were either sleeping or screaming at them to stop.

Bella's head was throbbing by the time the pilot announced what would be their short arrival and to bulk up. Bella remembers laughing because she was sure their pilot was an idiot. With the plane jumping and bouncing around so much no one dared to get out of their seat let alone take off their seat belts.

It was just as the plane began to descend that some brat's ball sailed over the seats to smack Mr. Perv's drink, right out of his hand and straight down the front of Bella's favorite baggy hoodie. Just when she thought the situation could not get any worse the old man had to go and "help" her. Meaning that he pulled out his handkerchief and began dabbing away but dabbing turned into groping. Not a subtle pressure either but a full on hard squeeze of her boobs that made her gasp out in pain.

The man was on his third hard squeeze before Bella broke out of her shock and took action. Her hands shot out grabbing the man by his elbows hard to yank him forward to smash her head into his nose. Not once but twice. It was on the second impact that she not only felt but heard the man's nose break. She then threw the man away from her when his nose began to gush blood. A few drops landed on her person.

It was as she was trying to calm her beating heart and throbbing head that the plane had landed. Once she and the other passengers had gotten the all clear to exit the plane. She herself wasted no time in getting off. For once she was glad that she didn't have a carry on just her purse that never left her side.

When she reached the lobby she was frantically looking around for either of the boys. When she didn't find either of them she reached into her purse to grab her phone but before she could someone grabbed a hold of her arm to spin her around roughly. To no surprise it was the old man.

This man might have been older but he was by no means weak and helpless. The man was built like a linebacker with a thick gray beard and tattoos. He easily overshadowed Bella and could easily do Bella some damage. For once in her life she missed the pepper spray Charlie always forced her carry.

Bella tried to pull her arm free but before she could the man slapped her hard across her face. Giving her a split lip. Bella was seeing stars. She was not down by any means though she was off balance. The man was gearing up for another strike when someone pulled him off of her.

She assumed it was airport security. When she looked up she realized she assumed wrong. A man who looked to be in his late thirties with short brown hair and lots of muscle had the old man by his throat. She was about to call for help when a red headed woman stepped forward with security right behind her.

It all became sort of a blur from there. I went from being held and questioned by airport security to transported to the nearest police station. Where an officer led me in an interrogation room and chuffed me to a table. I was there for a while when a lady stepped through the door asking all kinds of questions. I didn't say anything for a long while but I wanted Sam. So after all the lady officers raided fire questions. I stated my name, age and Sam's phone number. After doing so she quickly left to call my brother.

When the door opened again to my despair it was not Sam who stepped through the door but the red headed lady who got the attention of airport security. Now that Bella was able to take the time to really look at the lady she noticed that she was wearing dark skinny jeans and flowy forest green tank top. Her hair was curly and cut to her shoulders. Her make up was light and her skin was flawless. Envy filled Bella as she watched walk across the room and to the other side of the table to gracefully take a seat.

"Your name is Isabella Swan, yes?" The woman asked with a gentle smile and soft voice.

"Yes but everyone just calls me Bella."

"Well Bella, my name is Natasha Romanova. I am a friend of Sam's. He asked me to pick you up at the airport."

"Sam wouldn't do that." Bella stated as she shook her head.

"Sam works and lives in the Avengers Tower just like me. There was a bit of a water leak at the Tower. Tony instead that he and Paul stay to fix it."

"A bit? As in small?" Bella was not buying any of this. "Listen Lady! I don't know how you found out where Sam works or that we even know one another but Sam would not send someone to pick me up at the airport over a small leak. So again I don't know what you want but please leave me be." Bella pleaded. "I honestly don't have time to deal with an Avenger Groupie at this moment."

Natasha's POV…

Natasha full out laughed. Hard. She could not believe anyone could ever have this much sass while being so obviously over exhausted other than Tony Stark. When the two meet it might be a snark fest. When Natasha was finally done laughing she noticed that Bella was looking at her like she was on fire.

"Well My Gosling, You're quite right. It took a bit of convincing to get Sam and Paul to let me pick you up. But more than half the Avenger's floor was flooded due to a mechanical mishap. Tony was going to send Happy his driver to pick you up but Sam said that you would not get in a car with a strange man. Sam should have sent you a picture with my face and to let you know of the change in plans. He was hoping that He and Paul would have the mess cleaned before you got to the tower. Though I'm going to assume that you did not get the chance to check your phone." Natasha replied gently

"I was going to call them when I couldn't find them in the lobby. But I think you saw what happened when I tried." Bella said dryly.

"You know the man that hit you is across the hall. He said that one minute you were fine and the next you just flipped out. Making him spill his drink all over you. Then when he tried to be a gentleman and hand you his handkerchief you broke his nose. When the plane landed he tried to place you under citizen's arrest and what had happened was just out of self defense." Natasha deadpanned.

"Oh! Yes, he was just a down right gentleman when that child's toy knocked his drink down my shirt. He whipped you his handkerchief like it was the 1800's. He even tried to ring out the extra liquid by harshly squeezing my breasts. Though I believe his good intentions were a little too much cause he left a bruise or two." Bella snapped in a bittersweet voice.

"So he molested you?" Natasha asked coldly.

"Did whip his dick out or shave his hands down my pants? No, Ma'am he did not."

"So what? He just grabbed your chest?"

"After his drink spilled on me he really did take out his handkerchief. He didn't hand it to me but he started dabbing at my shirt trying to help me clean up. Though I think he made one too many dirty jokes because it gave him the courage to grope my boobs roughly. With how tender they are right now I'm going to say they really are bruised." Bella sighed. "After about his third squeeze my drain finally started to work. He was too far away to land a good punch. So I pulled him to me so that his nose met my forehand twice. It stunned us both enough for us to land. After that I ran off the plane. He followed. He grabbed my arm and slapped me. You know the rest."

"And that is what happened?" Asked Natasha.

"I don't know why I am telling you or why you care but yes that is what happened."

"Okay. Do you want to press charges? If so, do you think you could write out what happened? Then allow documentation of the bruises? You may even have to stand up in court. Are you willing to do that?"

"I know! I know how this process works. My dad's a cop. I just did think I would ever be in a situation like this again." Bella shouts.

"If that is so then you know that his next victim might not be as lucky as you." Natasha chooses not to push the again part. But she does file it away for later.

"God! Are you a cop or something? You sound just like one."

"Are you going to press charges?" Natasha grits outs.

"Yes!" Yelled Bella.

"Good you'll be out within the hour. Clint and I will take you home after." Natasha smiles sweetly?

"Clint?"

"My partner."

"So you are a cop?"

"I am something." Natasha states and leaves the room.