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Natasha splashes the ice-cold water on her face. She wipes off the water on her face with some paper towels from the bathroom. She watches as Ross and his S.W.A.T team infiltrate a large building presumably where Natasha is hiding out. As Ross dramatically struts into the building, Natasha picks up her phone and dials his number. He picks up, "Hello?" "Don't do this," Natasha says. "Do what?" "Come after me, I mean you're just embarrassing yourself. It makes you look desperate," She matter-of-factly states. As he rambles on about how everything would be easier if she just turned herself in, Natasha starts slipping on her sweater. "Rogers is on the run," He says. Natasha smirks to herself as she hears some heavy footsteps from outside the bathroom. "Where are you gonna go?" "I've lived a lot of lives, Ross. You really shouldn't have gone through all this trouble," Natasha picks up her phone and hangs up on him.
She hears a soft knock on the door, "You ready?" A voice says. She opens the door to see the tired face of her best friend. "Let's go," she hands him her phone, "You mind snapping that in half for me? You're the one with all the super strength anyways and I don't really feel like littering." Steve gives her a look and takes the phone from her hand. He snaps the phone in half and tosses it into the nearest trash can. "So, where to next?" "I was thinking somewhere cold..." She links her arm with Steve and rests her head on his shoulder. "We can go anywhere we want now, but we're gonna have to come up with some new identities and I know just the person to help us with that," Natasha says.
She leads Steve over to one of the crew member's rooms. She pushes the door open and gladly finds that the room is empty. Natasha grabs the old-fashioned telephone from the desk and dials a number. The phone rings for a few seconds before a man on the other side picks up the phone. "Hello?" Steve hears the faint voice of a man on the other side. "Hey Mason, it's me," Natasha says. "Who's me?" Mason asks. "It's Natasha, listen I need some fake ID cards. Do you think you can make two?" "That shouldn't be hard. When do you want them?" He asks. "In a few days. We'll be in Norway," she says. Steve can't pick up what Mason says next, but Natasha responds, "Yeah, there should be fine." At that moment, the distinguishable sound of the ships blaring horn is sounded, signaling that they have arrived at their destination. "Thanks, Mason. Yeah, buh-bye," she hangs up her phone and grabs her go-bag.
Steve and Natasha rush out of the room and off the ship before they can get caught.
Time Skip
They arrive at a quaint trailer and Natasha pulls out a gun from behind her. "Wait here," she says. She sneakily opens the door and walks through the trailer. Natasha can hear faint snoring coming from in the bedroom. She rolls her eyes and gently kicks the door open. She hits the boots of the man sleeping in her bed, waking him up. "You're in my bed," she says, and then she calls out to Steve, "You can come in!" Steve walks into the trailer and sees Natasha talking to a man who seems to have just woken up. "I'm not even under the covers," he retorts. "Did you get everything I asked for?" Mason stands up shows her the things on the countertop, "Got you some passports and driver's licenses." Natasha grabs the papers and sifts through them, "Fanny and Hank Longbottom?" Steve snorts as Natasha gives him the papers. "There's a generator outside; petrol-powered. You can haul the rubbish to town, just a twenty-minute drive. There's a basic hardware kit just under the stairs. Some amenities in the cupboard," Mason says as he gestures to where each item is placed. "You guys gonna be okay?" "Of course," Natasha quickly responds. "So, what's the deal with you guys?" Mason asks pointing to the pair while finding a comfortable place on the couch. "Just friends," she says. Mason raises an eyebrow at Natasha, meticulously watching Steve glance and nervously fiddle with his fingers, there's obviously something going on between the two of them, but he decides not to snoop. "I guess I better get going," Mason says and stands up from the couch. "Thank you so much," Natasha says and embraces him into a tight hug. "Take care of yourselves, okay?" Natasha walks to the doorway to watch him leave. She spots a box of mail by the doorway and stops him before he leaves, "What's all this?" "Oh just some mail from the Budapest safe house," he says. "Budapesht?" "Yeah, Budapest." "No, it's Budapesht," she corrects him. "Pest. It's BudaPEST." "No... I'm pretty sure it's Budapesht." "Ah whatever. See you," Mason turns on his heel and walks away.
"Are you sure it's Budapesht?" Steve says. "Yes, I'm sure." Natasha smiles and bends down to pick up the box of mail. "Do you wanna grab the food from the car?" Natasha asks. "Sure," Steve walks out of the trailer and to where they parked the car to grab the groceries. Natasha begins to grab some pots out of the cupboard and fills them up with hot water. She placed the pot onto the stove and turns it to high, waiting for the water to start boiling. Steve hauls in the grocery and places them on the counter. Natasha grabs some noodles out of the bag and puts them into the boiling water. She grabs some chopsticks and begins stirring them. Steve leans on the counter and stares at her in wonder. "Well, spit it out," Natasha says not taking her gaze off of the noodles. "What'd your mean before?" He asks referring to her "Just friends," comment. "Mean... What?" She's utterly clueless as to what Steve is referring to. "You said we're just friends. I mean I thought by now I would mean something more to you," Steve says. "Why? It's never bothered you before," She says while fishing the noodles out of the pot and puts them into two bowls. "I dunno, I guess we would be something more by now. Especially after the whole ordeal with taking down HYDRA and you let us go." "Do you want be something more?" She's not comfortable with asking that question but she does so anyway. She wants to get a straight answer out of him, just to know she wasn't the only one who felt something other than friendship towards him. Sure there was Bruce, but that flame had long since died out when he took off after the fight with Ultron. Natasha hoped with all her heart that she wasn't the only one feeling this way. "I'm fine with however you want to define us," Steve replied, completely and utterly missing his chance to blurt out his feelings for the redhead standing in front of him. They stare at each other, hazel on blue, each with such ferocity, communicating more than words ever could. Natasha tears her gaze away from the passionate blue eyes, she chews on her bottom lip with uncertainty before resuming what she was doing.
Natasha tops off the noodles with some sesame oil and salt before handing him a bowl. They sit down on the couch together and Natasha turns on a familiar movie. Natasha mouths the lines along with the movie and Steve glances at her, hiding her smile. He never looked at her through this light before. He felt something different towards her and it was definitely not something a friend should be feeling. He wanted to tell her and the whole world how much he loved her, but there was something holding him back. Maybe it was because he had never loved another woman other than Peggy before. It could be that Steve felt like he was betraying her memory if he ever told Natasha how he felt. No matter what it was, Steve knew that he shouldn't tell her just yet. Natasha unexpectedly leans her head on his shoulder as she continues eating her noodles.
That's when the power went out. "Shit," Natasha says. She puts down her bowl and stands up, "The generator probably crapped out. Be right back." Natasha walks to the generator and tries turning it on a couple of times, but it fails, "Steve! I've gotta go to town, wanna come?" Steve walks out of the trailer, "Sure. Do you want me to drive?" "No, I've got it." Natasha hauls the box of mail and tosses it into the trunk. They both slip on their jackets and head into the car. The radio turns on and starts playing Taylor Swift's "All Too Well" Steve stares at her as she sings along with the song. "What?" "Nothing, you just didn't strike me as a Swiftie," Steve says. "Is that judgment I'm hearing?" "I'm not judging anything. I think it's absolutely adorable," Steve smiles. Natasha playfully punches his arm and gives him a pouty expression, "Take that back right now. I am not adorable. I am bad. Ass." "Sure thing, Kitten." "Don't call me Kitten," Natasha whines. "Why not? It suits you perfectly well and I know that deep down you love it," Steve gives her a sly look. That's when a missile flew out of nowhere. It hits the underside of the car and the car flips over landing on the side of the bridge. Steve and Natasha groan. "You okay?" Steve asks. She nods wincing in pain. She reaches over to the glove apartment and opens it. Natasha pulls out two guns and hands one over to Steve. She works her over to the backseat of the car, "Too bad I'm a better shot when I'm mad." She shoots at the advancing figure but they deflect the bullets with their shield. They throw their shield at Natasha but it gets caught in the window.
Time Skip
Natasha grabs the vials with her non-dislocated arm while Steve attempts to fend off the armored figure. Natasha grabs Steve and they jump off the bridge and into the water. Steve holds onto her waist and pulls her to shore. "Are you okay?" She tries moving her arm but moans in pain, "P-pretty sure my arms dislocated." "Here let me help," he places his hands on her shoulder. "On three. One..." He places some force onto her shoulder and pops it into place. Natasha yelps at the excruciating pain. She pants as Steve lets go of her shoulder. She pulls the vials from her pocket and sees a slip of paper poking out. She pulls the picture from the vials and holds it to the red light. "Who is that?" Steve asks. "Someone that I used to know," she says, brushing off his question. "We've gotta go to Budapest." "Sure, but how are we gonna get there?" "You still got your fake ID?" "Yep," Steve pulls the card and his passport out of his pocket.
Skip to: Budapest
Steve and Natasha walk into the old building and she stops at one of the rooms, grabbing a gun from in the cupboard. She pulls some pickpocket tools from her pocket and she heads up, Steve following in close behind her. She goes to unlock the door but a voice with a heavy Russian accent starts talking, "I know you're out there." Natasha pockets her tools and looks to Steve, "I'll handle this. Whatever happens, please don't get involved." Natasha pulls out the gun she procured earlier and opens the door. "I know you know I'm out here," Steve follows in behind her and closes the door. He walks calmly over to the fridge. "So, we gonna talk like grown-ups?" Natasha says. "Is that what we are?" The woman with the thick Russian accent says. Natasha walks towards Yelena and she walks backwards into the kitchen nearly tripping on a small bump on the floor, "What your step," Natasha says with a smirk. Yelena enters the kitchen and spots Steve holding a can of soda from her peripheral vision, "Who's that?" "Hank Longbottom, nice to meet whoever you are." "You're not Hank Longbottom and my sister neglected to tell you who I am?" "Sister?" Steve says, shocked. Yelena turns to Natasha, " You didn't tell any of your superhero friends who I am?" "Why should I? You're not really my sister." Natasha continues forcing Yelena back until she hits the counter. That's when Yelena and Natasha simultaneously grab each other's guns. "This should be fun. You got any food in here?" Steve asks as he pulls a chair out from the dining room table to watch the two sisters fight. "Kinda busy here, Steve," Natasha yells while she slams Yelena into the cupboard smashing the household appliance. Some granola bars drop down like food from a vending machine. The two sisters flip away, Yelena flips her older sister into the door, breaking the glass. "Ooh, yum," Steve stands up from his chair and grabs the granola bars. At that moment, Yelena had pushed Natasha back slamming her against the wall. "That looks like it hurts. You sure you don't need any help?" "I've. Got. It," Natasha says through gritted teeth. She grabs the white curtain and rips it from the rings. She wraps it around Yelena's neck and pushes off of the wall landing on the floor. Yelena quickly grabs the other end of the curtain and wraps it around her sister's neck. They hold each other there for a minute each one losing air by the second. "перемирие(Truce)," Natasha says in Russian. They let go of their death grips on the curtains and Yelena pushes away from her, loosening the loop around her neck, and gasping for air. "ты вырос(You've grown up)," Natasha says stating the obvious. "нет дерьма(No shit)... I need a beer," Yelena stands up and brushes herself off before heading to the fridge and cracking open a bottle. "Why didn't you ever come look for me?" Yelena asks, reminding Natasha of the 6-year-old she was. "I thought you got out when I destroyed the Red Room." "Destroyed it?" "Yes, I killed Dreykov which means the Red Room got destroyed." "How do you know you killed him? Did you see the body?" "He was in the building when it exploded, there was no body to check." "You can't honestly believe that. Did you ever even bother to check if the Red Room was physically deserted or not?" Natasha looks down, "We did." "You clearly never looked hard enough seeing that Dreykov is still training more Wodows," Yelena says, she grabs another bottle and hands it to Steve, "Nah, I don't drink. Alcohol doesn't affect me all that much." "So, you're the famous Steve Rogers my sister ran off with," Yelena says, handing the bottle to her sister instead. "I-I mean she did-didn't really run off with me," Steve nervously says. "He's cute," Yelena says to her sister. "Heh, sure," Natasha says and grabs the bottle of beer. "So, are you guys together? Or..." "We're just friends," Natasha firmly says. "I totally believe you," Yelena says as she walks to the weapons room. Natasha gives Steve a weird look before following her sister.
She grabs some guns and a few knives and hands it to Steve, "I know it's a step down for you from your shield—" "Thank you," Steve interrupts. He gratefully accepts the weapons and Natasha grabs one of the knives and stuffs it into her boot. "So, what's in the vial?" Natasha asks as she heads into one of the rooms to change. "It's an antidote for chemically subjugated agents..." She trails off as she stares at Natasha's bruised back. "Jesus," Steve says, he puts down his granola bar, "You got any Arnica? Or some Aloe Vera?" He asks Yelena. "I don't have Arnica, but I should have some Aloe Vera. I'll be right back." "Steve," Natasha says, "You really don't have to make such a fuss. I'm fine." "Nonsense. Those are gonna hurt like hell soon and believe me you—"
A loud explosion comes from the kitchen just as Yelena runs back into the room, "We've got to go." The pair follow Yelena out of the flat where four more Widows are waiting for them. Yelena pulls out a flash grenade. She pulls out the pin and tosses it at the two Widows in the stairwell. She runs up the stairs and Steve and Natasha follow her. "Where are we heading?" Steve asks. "East side of the building! I've got two bikes there." The trio runs through a glass hallway avoiding shots from the snipers on the building across from them. One of the Widows abandons her sniper to pursue them. They slide down the roof together and stop at something resembling a really large pipe. Steve tips off the metal piece that's attaching the big pipe to the building. Yelena and Natasha hold onto the pipe as Steve pushes it away from the building. He jumps onto it before it falls from his grasp. The Widow following them is too far behind and doesn't reach them in time. The pipe hits the other building and Steve grabs the window ledge with one hand and Natasha with the other as to prevent her from falling. "I've got you. I've got you," he slowly pulls her up into the building and they continue running to their destination. "Which ones yours?" Natasha asks. "Brown and blue seats," Yelena says, "Shit, I only have one set of keys." Natasha tosses the pair of keys she's holding in her hands into the air. "Ah... сука(bitch)," Yelena says. She gets on the back of the blue seated motorcycle and Steve gets on the back of the other one, Natasha clinging to his waist. They quickly start off the bikes as a big armored truck begins mowing cars down left and right, not giving a care about any of the civilians. They zip through the city on their bikes, narrowly avoiding a train before crashing their bikes on a small wall and landing on a blue car. Yelena whips out her gun and points it at the man inside. "вы в порядке(Are you guys okay)?" He asks quickly getting out of his car. "фантастический(Fantastic)," Yelena says. She hops into the car, sliding over into the passenger's seat. Steve hops into the backseat. "You can't just steal a car," Natasha scolds her sister. "What do you want me to do? Chase him down and un-steal it?" Steve snorted in reply. Natasha backs the car up and hits the car behind them before turning the steering wheel to the left and accelerating forward.
that was so much writing omfg. okay anyways hope u guys enjoyed this. i'll update soon but rn i've gotta sleep —maddy xx