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Natasha was confused? … mad?... Maybe tired? she didn't really know. An hour ago, she was in Budapest with her sister, figuring out how they would free the widows that were all around the world and how to localize them. If she was being honest, it wasn't an easy job.
Sure, Yelena had done a pretty good job freeing the most of them by herself but this wasn't a one-person mission. There were many of them in so many different countries but for now they were working in Europe, specifically Russia and Italy and Sonya was helping around in Asia taking care of the youngest Widows.
But Natasha and Yelena were taking their time since it hadn't been that long since the redhead came back to life. You see, some months ago according to the blonde woman, she starting searching for ways to bring her sister back and discovered that if she returned the soul stone back to it's place, she could maybe just maybe get her sister back.
And after a long time of trying to contact the remaining Avengers and being successful, she told them her plan. As expected, at first, they refused saying it was impossible but Yelena was known for her persuading skills and after some days, they finally agreed.
The stone for a soul
She told them and that's what they did. No, it wasn't easy Yelena somehow got shot and Sam was almost stabbed but as you can see, they got the Black Widow back. And she was so confused, the last thing Natasha could remember was Clint crying and herself jumping from a cliff.
Ha, ha, ha it was a fun experience, still something she didn't want to repeat in really long time. And just to make sure, they did DNA tests to make sure she was their Natasha, much to the redhead's annoyance. But after all the Wanda and Dr. Strange stuff, they couldn't take the risk for her to be from another universe.
And surprise! She was, no matter how many times she reassured them she was the one and only Natasha Romanoff, they still felt the need to poke her with needles.
After some days of rest, she was finally able to go home. By home she meant, a small apartment her sister owed in Budapest. They really didn't do much when they got back, the two Widows dedicated to eat mac&cheese and watch “Full house” in the blonde's ratty couch.
And afterwards two weeks of full procrastination and making up for the lost time, the pair of sisters finally got back to work; freeing more Widows and then sending them to Sonya, taking down other organizations and getting their asses beaten.
Until this morning
They had slept in and woken up at almost 10 a.m., something Yelena and Natasha didn't usually do. But something felt off, any of them could tell what it was so they decided to ignore it.
A really stupid mistake.
They kept going as they usually did. Natasha made coffee as Yelena cooked whatever she could with the few ingredients they could find in the fridge, then they would train and watch an episode of Full house. Then they would do whatever they had planed for the day.
But today seemed to be a lazy day, any of them had stuff to do and there wasn't anything intresting on the T.V, the younger Widow had gone to get more groceries but that was four hours ago and the redhead was starting to worry.
Her sister never took that long… Something was wrong.
Natasha was in the kitchen, making hwr self a ham sandwich when she heard a noise. It sounded like footsteps, she knew it was Yelena. The redhead was aware of how the blonde footsteps sounded.
They were light and quick and this ones where all the opposite. Heavy and slow as if trying to not get caught. Obviously not doing a great job. Silently, the redhead grabbed the closest object to her. To her luck, fortuntely it was a knive and prepared herself to fight.
Jesus! She had missed the adrenaline.
As soon as she turned around, there was a gun pointed towards her direction. It was a man, she recognized but still this guy had his face covered with what seemed like a mask. Natasha knew it was a man by the way he looked. He was pretty tall and had broad shoulders, his back and hands were massive.
It was easy to know it was a man.
She threw the first punch. Making the man throw away his gun and making it land far way frok them if the floor, the Widow started attacking him with her knife as the man approached to her and started trying to choke her, she bit him and he let out a hiss.
Her grabbed her by the hair that was tied in a simple braid.
She didn't even feel it when the man threw her and her body slammed against the wall, making the pictures on it all fall, this guy was strong…
The sudden slam knocked all the air out of her lungs, besides she had hit her head and eveything got blur for a moment.
As she stood, she felt her back against the wall behind her and the man walking towards her. Once he got close enough to her, he started circled his hand on her throat and began to choke her.
Natasha tried to scrarch him and kick him bit he was way too strong, plus, she was still trying to catch her breath. The guy started to tighten his grip on her neck when the redhead began to squirm, Natasha was trying to get something to attack him back, but there was nothing useful close to her.
Her movements were getting weak as the world started to get dark. Yup, definitely she was starting to lose consciousness. What did this man wanted? Why now? How did he know she's alive?
Natasha had so many questions...
The next minute, everything was black and her body went limp. That's the last thing the Black Widow could remember.
And that's how she found herself in this unknown place, it was a big room and it was dark. Her hands were tied behind her back, she would have free herself a long time ago if it wasn't for how weak she was feeling.
They must had drugged her while she was unconcious.
To her delight, her little sister was there too. Still asleep though, Natasha had woken up an hour ago or so and like she didn't have anything else to do; she started analyzing the room and it's possible ways to escape.
There wasn't much she could work with…
Natasha could hear some voices in the distance and doors opening and closing. She could also hear what sounded like Russian and bad english.
Where they back in America? Who were this people? And how did they found her?
For all she knew was that only Yelena and the Avengers knew she was alive.
The redhead felt someone stirring by her side. Yelena. Finally, the younger Widow was awake, Natasha heard her mumbling something about milk?... she wasn't really sure. The blonde woman started looking around and Natasha didn't talk to give her a moment to analize the situation.
“Natasha?” The blonde woman questioned. The oldest Widow turned her head to look at Yelena “Hi” the redhead replied.
“What happened?” Yelena's voice was a little slurred. “We've been kidnapped… don't know by who” the older woman explained and heard the blonde woman groaning in annoyance.
“Someone injected something in my neck. It burned and I got dizzy, then I knocked out. I was coming from the grocerie store and someone was following me, I was about to attack them but they were faster than me” Yelena said, it made sense why she was taking so long.
“I think they are Super Soldiers… there was one of them in the apartment and he was so strong. I could barely fight back” Natasha responded. “Still, I don't know what are we doing here.” The redhead added.
Then there was silence, Natasha was still still feeling a little weak so there wasn't much she could do and Yelena was playing with the handcuffs trying to free herself but it was all in vain.
They were made of Vibranium
“Look, there's an air duct over there. Once we get out of this things we can get out of here through the ducts” Natasha pointed out.
“And how the fuck do you plan to get out of this shi-“ Yelena's grumbling was interrupted my a opening door.
“Now… How come you're planning to leave so soon” a woman's voice was heard in the room and both Widows turned pale at the well known Russian accent.
“It good to see you again, Natalia. Yelena! Look at you. You have grown up so much!” The woman said in condescending tone.
Natasha was in shock
Yelena was about to throw up
Fuck