Natasha was pissed.
Normally, if anyone saw a short woman getting pissed, they would be cooing about adorable the angry woman would be.
But not Natasha.
With her green eyes ablaze with fury and her entire body radiating with anger, she stormed through the corridor and barged into the meeting room, the members of her gang standing up at her abrupt entry.
She scanned the faces before settling on the one she had been searching for, walked over and stood infront of him, the man’s eyes dilating in fear as she did so. Glancing at her right hand, she waited and ignored Bucky kicking the back of his knees, making the man kneel and grabbed the kneeling man’s neck.
“What the fuck were you doing when he got taken?”
Contrary to her angry posture, her voice was chilling in its intensity, making the man tremble.
“Am sorry boss.” The man stammered, his fear increasing at the rage brewing in her eyes. She just tightened her hold around his throat, and listened to his pitiful pleas and apologies, before reaching a hand behind her back and took out a gun. Placing it on his forehead, she stared at the man groveling before her, a smile making a way on her face at the obvious fear radiating off of him.
“I don’t care what bullshit you say. I told you to keep him in your sights. You failed.”
Not even flinching at the blood spewing over her, she tossed the gun to one her henchmen before looking at Clint. “Throw his body into the sewers.” She then kicked the body and walked out, the rest of her members streaming out after her leaving the dark-haired man grumble about how he always had to clean up.
“Any sign of him?”
Natasha looked at Bucky, who stood behind Peter, the boy working his magic on the screens. He had been at work for some time, searching for his location. Bucky looked back at the redhead’s stoic face, her green eyes swimming with anxiety and fear the only indication of her worry. He looked back at the screens when Peter suddenly made a cry of exclamation.
“Got it!”
Shoving Bucky aside, Natasha stood infront of the screen, eyeing the blinking dot signifying his location, while Bucky barked orders into the radio, ordering the rest of the members to gear up and be ready.
“He will be all right Nat.”
“I know.”
“We will bring him ba-“
“I am coming with you.”
Bucky stared at the woman, a chill going through his body on hearing her cold tone. Peter pulled up a picture of Rumlow and she just stared at the picture, a sick grin painting her face. He sighed to himself, knowing that no matter what he said, the redhead wouldn’t listen to him. Looking at her clenched fists, he placed a hand on her shoulder, silently comforting her.
“Don’t worry, Nat.”
Patting her shoulder in reassurance, the blue-eyed man left her alone with her thoughts. Natasha sighed and looked down at her hand, silently rubbing the ring on her finger and grinned at the prospect of finally killing the man who had been tormenting her gang for years. She had allowed him to run around for fun, but now that he had kidnapped the love of her life, Natasha couldn’t let him run around anymore. Silently rubbing the ring for comfort, she glanced at the ring again before walking out.
“Just a little while, baby. I will be with you soon.”
Rumlow punched the grinning man, his anger only increasing at the grin on the man’s face. Despite beating him up for the past few hours, the man refused to budge, the stupid smile on his face only increasing every time the burly man slapped or punched him. Grabbing the man’s hair, he punched and kicked him in the chest, knocking him back.
“Will you fucking stop smiling!”
Hearing a laugh reverberate through the air, Rumlow seethed and motioned to one of his men to help the man up. One of his men walked over, and grabbing the back of the chair, straightened it before hobbling away. The man tied to the chair glanced around the room and chuckled at his men huddled at the corner, before facing him.
“Are your men really gangsters? A couple of blows and they went down like pussies.”
It was a mistake on his part. Rumlow didn’t anticipate that he would fight back, and the fact that his men were already on edge due to the tied-up man being Natasha’s lover didn’t exactly ease them. His men were already mumbling among themselves, the man’s words about Natasha coming for them clouding their minds and making them glance at the closed door for a quick exit in case things went wrong.
Directing his attention to the now silent man, Rumlow scowled and glanced at his men, missing the smirk on the man’s face. Groaning to himself, he took out a knife and before he could do anything, the sound of an explosion going off distracted him and he watched in horror at the wall his men had huddled at explode.
Smoke filled the room, masking Rumlow’s gaze and the last thing the scarred man saw before the smoke engulfed him was the smirk on the man’s face before losing consciousness.
Natasha had stormed through the house, her men shooting down any person foolish enough to stop her. Reaching a door nestled at the back, she threw it open and had looked at the wall before tossing a grenade. The wall exploded and she marched into the room, her eyes settling on the smiling man, relief evident in his expression. She then kicked Rumlow in the back of the head before taking out a knife and sliced through her lover’s bonds, releasing him.
“I am so sorry for being late.”
He simply chuckled and Natasha then finally relaxed at his voice, hugging him and planted kisses all over his face whilst inspecting him for injuries. Feeling anger course through her body at the sight of his swollen face, she spun around and tried to walk over to the unconscious man before feeling a hand grab her arm. She stopped in her tracks and the hand gently spun her around, making her face the now standing man, her eyes softening at the pleading look on his face.
“Let’s just go home, ok?”
Nodding to herself, she squeezed his hand in reply and glanced at Bucky and the blond man standing beside him, a silent conversation happening between them before placing his arm over her shoulder and started leading him out of the house. On the way out, they passed through bodies covered in blood and she peeked at his face a few times, waiting for his expression but he simply closed his eyes, his head lolling forward. She walked them out of the house and supported him into her car, climbing next to him and signaled the driver to start.
On the way home, she stared out of the window, ignoring his gaze centered on her. She felt him take her hand into his own and gently pull her, making her sit on his lap. A hand drew her head towards his shoulder, fingers silently threading through her red locks. The simple gesture was enough to make the redhead cry, her arms wrapping around his waist and her tears socking the front of his shirt. The man said nothing and simply continued caressing her scalp, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Natasha felt as if she was being shielded from the world, his broad frame not allowing anyone to see her vulnerable state. She felt as if he was protecting her, when infact he was the one needing her protection. Ignoring his dirty state, she cried into his shoulder, the fear she had felt a few hours ago finally going away.
“It’s okay Nat. Nothing happened to us. It’s okay.”
Hearing him whisper reassurances into her ear, Natasha relaxed and looking into his eyes filled with nothing but adoration and love, closed her eyes at the gentle kiss placed on her forehead and tucked her head under his chin, feeling his arms wrap around her and finally fell asleep to his gentle voice.