Amnesia

C19: Trouble

I sat up in bed and looked at him with a questioning glance, but his face reciprocated the same one. He put one finger up to his lips as if motioning me to be quiet and then put the call on speaker.

"Steve... I need your help." Her voice was cutting in and out.

"Natasha what's wrong?"

"I... I can't explain right now... do you have a safe house somewhere?"

"Uh well I mean we have an apartment you're  welcome to stay in."

"Where?" She panicked.

"Queens."

"Can you meet me at that old diner I took you to back when you joined the avengers?"

"Um yeah I guess what time?"

"6:30." Her voice grew quieter.

Then there was a loud crash.

"Natasha what the hell is going on?!"

"Just...meet me there please okay. I'll explain later."

"Of course." His voice trailed off.

And then she sounded like she was writhing in pain, not making any audible words.

"Nat?!"

But the call was gone. She hung up, or her phone got destroyed. Either way, she was gone and we were entirely clueless.

"What the hell was that?" I said staring up at the ceiling.

Steve remained silent beside me. This isn't a typical Natasha thing to do. He seemed scared. And to be honest, I guess I was too. From the kind of person she seemed to be, running was not in her nature.

"I'm not sure." He muttered, running his face in his hands.

The look on Steve's face was one I've seen before, it was one I'd seen when he found me in Bucharest, one I'd seen when he took me in his arms after my panic attack, one I'd seen whenever I looked sad. It was worry.

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At 6:00 we headed downtown. It was about a half an hour drive given the current traffic, so we decided to take the car.

It was a silver four door Audi A3 we got from Sharon before we went rogue.

Sharon.

I still can't stand her.

But it was a nice car, I couldn't complain. Especially given how she probably could've lost her job for smuggling an, almost, brand new car to two super soldier fugitives, but hey she's probably fine.

We didn't get many opportunities to drive it mostly because everything we needed was within walking distance from the apartment, but neither I, nor Steve, knew what was going to happen next, and if Natasha needed help, or we needed to get away, the best way to do that was in a car.

Steve was driving. I attempted to ask, but he shut me down before the words even came out. This was his friend, and we were in a hurry.

When the shining lights lined the streets, I knew we were getting close. Steve said it was at the end of the road, and I saw him tense up as we saw the little silver building come into sight.

His hands were gripping the leather gear shifter as we pulled into a dark alley. He turned the headlights off and set the car into park as he took another deep breath. His right hand lingered on the shifter as the car turned off. I subtly reached over to him and set my hand on top of his.

"Hey. She's going to be okay. We're going to keep her safe." I said rubbing his fingers with my thumb.

He nodded and gave me a slight smile, intertwining his fingers in mine.