Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 25: Where is he? Where is She?

*Natasha's point of view*

Leaves crunched beneath my feet as we walked through the crowds of trees. Vigilant, I walked behind Clint, watching his back and all around, into the Dark forests of Romania. I must admit, it's quite overwhelming having oak and coniferous trees Tower over me.
"Nat? Natasha?" Clint called out to me, waving a hand over my face.
"Huh? Oh yeah, sorry." I replied.
"We're here!" Clint said, way too enthusiastically. He was pointing at a vine and moss covered wooden door. In the distance, a massive explosion sounded and we knew that was our cue to go in. We nodded at eachother and Clint flung the door open to reveal a dimly lit corridor.

With my gun held in my hands, pointing directly in front of me, we stepped onto the cobblestone flooring. Spider webs hung proud above our heads and rats scurried around us, desperately trying to avoid the echo of our feet, silently hitting the floor. The hallway was so shady that we kept stumbling and we could not see what horrors lay ahead.

"Its a dead end." I stood bewildered by Clints comment. We have Blueprints! How can we go wrong?!
"What?! How?!" I nearly shouted back.
"There has to be some form of opening!?" Both me and Clint desperately searched for a way of of opening the wall. My heart raced at the thought that we have messed up and the floorplan.

After numerous cobwebs and about 5 sharp rocks that were embedded in the wall stabbing into my palm, I felt like giving up hope.
"Its no use Clint. We aren't getting-" As soon as my back touched the wall, I felt movement from behind me.
"Nat, what did you do?" He asked as I jolted upright and turned back to face the wall.
"I'm not sure..."

Without warning, the wall gave way and I was blinded by the light that shone through the singular window in the corner of this weird cell. Cautious, we both placed a foot inside the stone box and awaited some form of siren, but none came. So we continued.

I heard a yell from down the hallway and we both hid behind the wooden door that lay in the corner of the room. They were talking Ukrainian. This can't be because of-

The busted open to reveal 2 guards with only 2 knives. Losers. Ha! They think they can beat us with that?! Idiots.

I took the guy on the right and Clint took the guy on the left.

The mans hand thrusted towards my body but I dodged each attempt. When dodging a shot to my head, I retrieved the knife my boot and went for his legs. He yelped in pain as my dagger penetrated his calf. He's distracted. I jumped into the air and wrapped my legs around his neck and pulled him down, whacking his skull against the cold, cobblestone floor. The man lay lifeless.

My face drifted on the direction of Clint who was in hand-to-hand combat with the man. Clint raised his fist up to the mans chin, knocking him out. Clint gazed up at me, surprised that he was beaten by me.
"How did you-"
"I have experience Clint." With that, I strutted off out the door, still staying vigilant in the empty hallways. Clint soon followed.

The decrepit hallway had a lingering feel of pain. It's like Deja Vu. Nostalgia, the bad kind. Just like the Red Room. This is way too familiar. Stay focussed Natasha. Remember why you are here. What if he is in an awful state? What if hes hurt? What if he's dying?! I won't be able to hold back the tears. The lack of guards gave an eerie sense. Their all probably dying outside at the hands of my coworkers.

Guards were crowded by one room at the end of the corridor. About 5 of them in a huddle, all with guns. We clocked them and immediately took cover behind a wall, thankfully we weren't spotted. Wait. Why are there 5 Guards around 1 room? What's so special- wait. Is he- he has to be-
"He has to be in there, Nat." He is thinking exactly what I'm thinking. His whispers only just reaching my ears.
"I have an idea." I told him my plan.

We nodded to eachother as confirmation that we are both ready. I reach to my utility belt and pull out a small circular disk. I tossed it across the ground and only 5 seconds after, a cloud of smoke ascended into the air. That's our queue.

The bewildered guards stood vigilant till my foot knocked their jaws from their sockets. My leg swiped across three of their faces while Clint greeted the other two with his fists. My feet fell into one of their stomachs causing them to Yelp in pain. Two hands gripped my waist, my reflexes pushed both of my elbows into the man's jaw, causing him to fall to the floor along with his co-worker. I spinned around to be immediately greeted by the last guards arms, pinning me against the cold wall. He reckons he can stand between me and the man I love? Oh, your terribly mistaken my dear friend. I pick up the knife from my boot again and stab him in the throat. His grip loosens and he struggles down to the ground. Clint stands up straight and we both look at eachother. Bodies surround our feet. This is it.

*Steve's point of view*

The noise of Explotions fill my ears. What's going on? The building is being attacked by some unknown people. Who are these people?
"Sam! Get your ass down here and fight!" Wait, that voice is familiar. Is that really-
"Shut up, Bucky! I'm tryna work from high ground!"
SAM AND BUCKY! But no Natasha?
"Will you two Jackasses stop arguing and fight?!" Tony! But still no Natasha?
"Jesus Christ! Your all idiots! Do you guys have contact with Clint?!" Wanda and Clint are here too! But where is Natasha?! She's... she's not here.

Nat isn't here. She doesn't care. What's the point of escaping if the woman you want to escape to go to, doesn't even try to help rescue you?

I'd rather stay here if I can't be with her.

Death would be a better sentence than having to live without Natasha.

"Rhodey! On your sixth!"

Even Rhodey is here. She clearly doesn't care. Why can't she be here?! My heart fell to my feet in disappointment.

I hear 6 clicks coming from outside my door. Someone is hear. I don't know whether its Clint or Bruce but I just hope its Bruce to shoot me straight in the head. Put me out of my misery.

Silence fell for what felt like years. This moment is dra-

A bright yellow and white explosion made my eyes close quickly and I instinctively curled into a small ball to shield myself from anymore pain. The explosion resounds around my head. The remaining squeal lingered within my ear drums. When the uproarious sound lightened out, leaving my ears paralyzed by the shrill after noise, I managed to flutter my eyes open.

The dusty air made my mouth even more dry than before, I coughed violently. I saw a silhouette holding a bow and arrow among the dust. Clint. He seemed unphased by the whole explosion. I stared bewildered as a second figure ran out in desperation, clearly hyperventilating. The females hands were shielding her mouth from gasping at the horror that lay before her. She looked... stunning. There's only one person this could be.

End of Where is he? Where is She?