로그인[Natasha's POV]I looked at Bucky, at the man I loved, at the father of my child."Let him go," I said, my voice a low, dangerous growl.The man laughed, a cold, cruel sound that echoed in the vast emptiness of the roof. "I don't think so.""Then I'll make you," I snarled, and then I lunged.***I watched in horror as she threw herself at him, a red-haired avenging angel, a warrior queen. She was a blur of motion and fury, a whirlwind of fists and feet. She was magnificent. She was deadly. She was mine.And then I saw it. The glint of metal. The flash of a blade. A spray of crimson.She staggered back, her hand flying to her stomach. A look of surprise on her face. A question in her eyes. A single, perfect tear tracing a path through the grime and blood on her cheek."Natasha..." I whispered, a strangled cry of agony.He was on her in a flash, a predator sensing weakness. He grabbed her, a cruel smirk on his face, a gun to her head."One more step, and she's dead," he snarled, his eye
[Natasha's POV]In the darkness, I couldn't see anything but the metal of the walkway and the railing, my hands gripping the latter tightly as I made my way forward.Where are we going, Mama?We're going to find our way out, I told him. Just you and me.I don't want to be here."Shhh," I said aloud. "It's okay." And it was. The catwalk curved, and just as it did, a single bulb flickered on up ahead, casting a yellowish light down the length of the corridor. The light caught the dust motes dancing in the air, and for a second, I thought I saw movement. But it was just the shadows playing tricks on me.Still, my instincts screamed at me.There was a soft click, and the light behind me came on as well, flooding the space with a warm, almost friendly glow. That was when I saw him.He was standing at the end of the catwalk, a tall, lanky figure silhouetted in the gloom. He was dressed in a black combat suit, and a rifle was slung over his shoulder. Even from this distance, I could tell tha
[ Natasha's POV ]The world unfolded before me in a riot of color and sound. The first things I became aware of were the sounds of the tires slidding along the pavement. The next sensation that came to me was the familiar feeling of my bow in my hands, the fletching of an arrow that was nocked just millimeters from my cheek. We were in motion. In a van. Bucky was driving, his knuckles whtie against the steering wheel and a grim set to his jaw. Sam was in the front passenger's seat, his eyes locked on the tablet in his lap. On the glowing surface was a satellite's view of the city, a blinking red light marking our location." Hawkeye, you with us? " Sam asked. His tone was clipped, professional. No time for banter." I'm here. " I replied, forcing myself upright. " Status? "" Nat's tracking signal went dark five minutes ago after she triggered a complete base alarm. " He said, without looking up. " We have her last known location. Medical wing. We're two minutes out. "" And the welco
[ Natasha's POV ]The world narrowed to the warm weight in my arms and the frantic pounding of my own heart. I held Ivan's face against my shoulder, muffling his small whimpers of pain against my jacket. He felt so small, so fragile. A bird with a broken wing. My bird. My blood. My son. The red lights painted us in their violent glow, a strobe that pulsed with my building rage. The blare of the alarm was a physical thing, a pressure against my eardrums, demanding action."Close your eyes, solnyshko," I whispered into his hair, my lips brushing against the soft strands. "Mama has you. Just hold on."My senses, honed by years of survival, sharpened to a razor's edge. The air tasted of antiseptic and fear. I could hear the shuffle of boots getting closer, the metallic click of safeties being disengaged, the shouted commands in Russian that crackled over the alarm. They were closing the net.I scanned the room, a predator calculating its escape. My eyes landed on a steel medical trolley,
[Natasha's POV]This was not an ordinary research facility. This was a fortress. I pulled the Audi several hundreds of meters back on the road, turning off the engine. It was very quiet there, and the cold air roared in my lungs as I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, taking in the scenery. Letting the anger cool down to a numb feeling at the pit of my stomach. This was it. The end of the road. I took a photo from my pocket, running my thumb over the edges of the paper. Warm from the body heat. Come now.The night was good to me. I waited until the moon was covered by the clouds, creating long shadows that danced on the road ahead. I moved like a phantom through the woods, my boots crunching on the snow. The cold seeped under my skin, filling empty spaces, numbing the senses. I welcomed the pain since there was no room for anything else. Not weakness and certainly not doubts.The fence was a problem. Everything had its solution, even this. I walked the length of the f
[Natasha's PO V] I walked toward the altar, my hands empty. He relaxed, just a fraction. That was all I needed.I kicked the loose stone. It skittered across the floor, revealing a small, hollow space. A tiny, metal data drive lay inside.I bent down to pick it up.He moved.A blade flashed in the dim light, hidden in a sheath strapped to his wrist. He lunged, a fast, silent, deadly strike aimed at my back.But I was already moving. I dropped to the floor, rolling under the altar as the blade sliced through the air where my neck had been. I came up behind him, my own blade—his stiletto, the one I had taken from the tavern—in my hand.He spun around, his face a mask of rage and surprise. He was fast, but I was faster. I was a fluidity of motion he couldn't comprehend, a ghost of a memory he had never seen.I disarmed him, the stiletto skittering across the stone floor. I slammed him against the altar, my forearm against his throat."The book," I choked him. "You're not getting the boo
[Natasha’s POV]I have to search his house before leaving it. I pulled myself up from the bed to take some fresh clothes. When I walked out of the bathroom Ethan was already dressed. I looked at him and he winked.‘He’s going to kill me.’ My heart thumped a little harder in my chest, but I knew tha
[Natasha’s POV]"Sit there," Lucas commanded and I quickly went to sit on the sofa. I first sit on this sofa to give an interview and now I desperately wanted to get fucked by him. He walked towards me and I could see his bulging cock, I licked my lips.He was wearing a pair of tight pants that sho
[Natasha's POV]Suddenly he pulled my hand to take me out of that party. He seems very mad and frustrated at that guy."What are you doing here, dressed so sexy?" He asked when we reached the parking lot. I looked into his mad eyes and then glanced at myself. I'm sure I'm looking pretty right now,
[Natasha’s POV]I placed my hand on the back side of the bed as I bent down and stuck my ass out towards him. His hands quickly pulled my panties down, exposing my naked ass to him. My pussy was so wet since I just cum, and I could feel my juices running down my thighs as I waited in anticipation f







