Locked, Loaded, Loved ✔️ COMPLETE | UNDER EDITS

Chapter 14.5--Natasha

A/N: anything in bold is spoken in Russian (this chapter picks up right where the last Natasha POV left off)

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~at the lakehouse~

"You have a sister?" Tony asked.

"Yes." I kept my gaze locked on Yelena. "What are you doing here?"

"I needed to make sure you were safe," she replied.

Slowly, I lowered my gun. Yelena did the same. "Why wouldn't I be safe?"

Yelena flickered her gaze to Tony. "Get rid of Stark and then we'll talk."

Tony scoffed in protest. "You obviously know who I am, so why shouldn't I stay?"

I narrowed my eyes. "Tony. Go inside."

"Fine. But you're the one who dragged me all the way—"

"Tony!" Yelena and I yelled at the same time.

He put his hands up in defense and moped up the driveway.

"Yelena, why are you here?" I asked again.

"You missed our meet," Yelena spoke in Russian.

"Russian, yeah? Fine. I had a prior engagement."

Yelena nodded to my left hand. "I see you're not unfamiliar with that term."

"Don't change the subject."

"Then tell me the truth."

"Why don't you? You didn't get my message?"

"What message?"

I sighed and started pacing. "How did you find me?"

"Easy. I had some help from a few of your colleagues."

"Who?" I asked.

Yelena smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know." She thrust her hand out to the side, a familiar light appearing at her fingertips.

"Watch out!" Before I knew it I was pinned to the ground and could hear Yelena cursing in Russian somewhere behind me.

"Well hello there," Steve said as I looked up into his eyes from where he'd pinned me to the ground.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. That seemed to be a common theme of the day.

"Rescuing you?" he said, only it came out more like a question, as he helped me up.

Yelena laughed. "Wow. I was right."

"Right about what?" I asked. I glared at Steve. "Is she the reason you didn't come home last night? The reason why Fury revoked my access?"