The Plan
~-Natasha-~
Natasha’s head stung.
Her ears buzzed.
When she tried rubbing her eyes, she found that her hands had been bound together.
‘Perfect.’ She thought.
Slowly, she blinked her eyes open and took in the small room around her.
Her fellow avengers sat tied up next to her.
None of them looked seriously injured. Everyone had a few scratches, but that was it.
The only other member of her team awake was Steve. He sat on her left.
He was frantically trying to loosen the chains.
They looked like they had been forged in vibranium.
Other wise, the enhanced soldier would’ve broken out easily.
“Nat, thank God.” He said as he saw that she had awoken.
“I was seriously beginning to think something was seriously wrong with you guys.” He added solemnly before turning his head to look at his unconscious friends.
“W-what happened Cap?” Natasha asked. She couldn’t remember much of what happened.
Even in the dim room, she saw Steve shake his head.
“I have no idea.” He answered truthfully.
Nat sighed.
They sat quietly for a moment before Nat spoke again.
“Do you think Peter’s okay?” She asked gently.
They came here for one goal, and that goal was to get Peter Parker out safely.
From the looks of things, they had failed.
“Yep. He’s okay.” A familiar, slightly hoarse, young voice said from across the room.
“PARKER!!” Nat and Steve exclaimed at the same time.
They looked up to see Peter Parker, bruised and bloodied.
And overall, damaged.
His curly brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. Blood covered his throat and his arms.
The sight made Natasha want to be sick.
He laughed at their reaction before looking to his right.
Next to him sat a girl with soft brown eyes and curly hair.
Thankfully, she looked uninjured.
Nat and Steve hadn’t even realized she was there.
They were too caught up on seeing Peter.
He was alive.
Damaged, but alive.
Peter nodded to the girl and she looked up to see the avengers.
“Holy shit. You’re Black Widow.” She gasped as she looked at Nat.
She turned to Steve.
“And you’re THE Captain America!!”
Natasha laughed.
Steve muttered a quick, “language.”
MJ blushed in embarrassment.
“You guys, you’re the Avengers.” She said in amazement as she turned to look at the unconscious team.
“This keeps getting crazier and crazier.” She muttered quietly, just loud enough for Peter to hear.
“A-are they okay?” Peter asked Nat. She nodded and smiled.
Classic Peter, always caring about others.
Nat enjoyed hearing his voice. It had been too long since she last had.
He turned back to the girl and smiled.
He was kidnapped and tortured, yet he managed
to smile.
She smiled back.
Just by the two looking at each other, Nat could see the connection. The bonding. The relationship waiting to happen.
Nat thought it was sweet. The girl seemed to make Peter happy, and that was something he desperately needed right now.
Nat wondered if they’d stay connected after this was all over.
She sure hoped so.
Nat was interrupted of her secret shipping of Peter and this girl she hardly knew by Steve.
He cleared his throat and Nat stepped out of her daze.
“I said, what are we going to do, Nat?” He repeated, a slight hint of irritation in his voice.
She shook her head.
“I may have an idea.” Peter piped up.
“Shoot kid.” Steve said. He was desperate for any idea.
“It may be insane.” Peter added hesitantly.
The girl furrowed her eyebrows in concern.
Concern for Peter.
Once again, Nat felt warm inside as she admired the two.
“How insane?” The girl asked, afraid of his answer.
He paused and sat in thought for a moment.
He sighed.
“Like incredibly insane. Mr. Stark definitely would not approve.”
Steve huffed in annoyance.
Tony was going to kill him after this was all over.
But it just might work.” Peter said finally, a hint of hope in his voice.
“And it’s the only plan we’ve got.”
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The man Tony had informed Nat of, Nathanial Black, stepped into the dark room a few minutes later.
Natasha sat on the floor, sobbing her eyes out and pointing at Peter.
“What the hell happened in here?” The man asked in anger and confusion due to her sudden outburst.
“P-p-Peter...” she choked out slowly.
“H-he’s..”
“We’ll get on with it woman!” Black yelled impatiently.
“He’s d-dead.” She finished before crumpling back down to a crying heap on the floor.
“He’s dead.”