Hydra's Widow

Chapter Eighteen

A/N~ Hi, I'm the problem it's me. Surprise! I'm back and ready to go! I did announce that I will still be slower than I was before my mental health break. I am still having some struggles, but I wanted to come back to writing. While taking it slower I will be doing major editing on this and my other book. Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter! ~

My body shook with adrenaline as I looked into Loki's green eyes. He looked over me with worried eyes, his hands were on my upper arms, keeping a firm grip on them. 

"Where did he go?" I signed sternly; my hands made choppy movements. Loki glanced to me, then scanned me some more. I tapped his arm. "Where, did, he, go?" I demanded. His gaze dropped to the ground. "Where?" I repeated again. 

'We don't know...' he said in my head.

'What do you mean?' I thought back. 'He just escaped. How? He was in front of all of you!' 

'I'm sorry,' he said apologetically. 

I turned away from his grip, I saw Barton jogging towards me. He pulled me into a quick hug, before releasing me. 

"He knows now," I signed. "He'll be after me, no matter what you do," he nodded. 

"Let's get you back to your room, okay?" he asked.  I nodded. 

I started to walk inside; two more people started to follow. I continued to stride through the hall. Finally, I made it to my room, I started to feel comfort. I released a breath, looking around my room. I sat down on my bed, to realize that James, Loki, and Clint were the ones following me, they seemed to be having a discussion. Few seconds later they looked to me. 

"I'll be right outside tonight, Loki and Bucky will be staying in your room," Barton informed me. I raised my hands that was until Barton gave me a certain look that said, 'there is no room for negotiation.'

Sitting at the dining table was agony. It was silent, there were no conversations (or they decided to not sign). The air fell tense, I even stiffened. I focused on my meal for the night. After dinner I couldn't take it anymore, the anger, the fear (fear?) built up. I quickly walked out of the room to the training room. 

I made eye contact with the closes punching bag. I headed over to it. I got into a defensive position, ready for an "attack." I threw a punch, the bag swung back at me. I turned my body sidewards to kick the bag. I dodge the bag as it violently swung towards back at me. All I could see was Rumlow's face with his smirk plastered on his lips. My blood boiled, as my brain kept lingering that image around. 

My heart was pounding, a thin layer of sweat covered my forehead. I barely noticed the blood that was dipping out of my knuckles. I could barely notice my breath quicken. That was until I was pulled into an embrace. 

The scent of metal and cologne overwhelmed my senses, I soon recognized who it was. I had put all my weight on James, which caused us to fall on the padded flooring. I couldn't hold back anymore, I wanted to cry, so I did, but I also wanted to go back to punching. No matter how hurt I was, I had the desire to do what any assassin was trained to do. 

Tears violently left my eyes; I left broken sobs out. James held me tightly. I could feel my tears soak his shirt. I didn't know how long it was until I stopped crying. James still held me in his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his torso. From that moment I never wanted to let go. Of course, eventually I had to (not on my own accord). 

We made our way to my room, holding hands discreetly. When I opened the door to the room Loki was sitting in one of the chairs reading a book, we both dropped our hands. He looked from behind his book, as he gave us a suspicious look. We both gave an innocent smile, he didn't look satisfy, but didn't question it. 

I walked away heading towards my closet to grab some clothes, the boys watched closely. I spun around. 

"I'm pretty sure nothing going to jump out," I told them in a teasingly matter.

After grabbing my pajamas, I went into the bathroom to change. When I came out, they both looked at me with curious eyes. Then it hit me, I had some still healing cuts and bruises. I quickly explained that to them, which made them visually relax. I watched as James turned on my television while sitting at the edge of my bed. 

Barton soon came into the room to tell us he was going to start his guard duty just outside the door. James turned on a movie I had never seen before, then I realized that it was the first book of the Harry Potter series, just in movie form. My eyes never left the screen. I did end up curling underneath the covers of my bed, I propped my head up on the pillows that was resting on the headboard. James was setting up his space on the floor. Loki was too busy reading in the chair to care about anything. 

Halfway through the movie my eyes started to droop, but I had to finish the movie, I needed to know what other differences there were. That's what was most important, not my eyes, no, the movie was. I caught James staring at me, with a small smile. While Loki looked at me annoyingly. I turned my body in such a way that I could lay down sidewards and watch the movie while still being covered. I could barely keep my eyes open at that point, but I tried desperately. Soon, sleep consumed me, I did put up a good fight. 

I woke in the middle of the night to a sense of a presence in the room. I threw my fist in the air. My fist was caught mid-air. I rolled over to see a broad body overtop of me. I could see the person's devilish grin, no. 

"Hi, princess," Rumlow greeted me, the city lights were highlighting his face. 

"Please," I begged. When I didn't get a response, I tried to squirm free, or at least try to call for help from one of the men in the room. I swore I saw the door open, but before I could get a good look at it, I soon felt something sharp go into my neck. My eyes began to droop, my limbs go weak, I tried to move but my body disobeyed my commands. It wasn't long before my brain gave up on me too. The last thing I felt before it went black was someone playing with my hair, moving it behind my ear.