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Natasha Romanov. Your own girlfriend was having to fight you. She had chosen her side. You had chosen yours, both of you knowing what would happen. But that doesn't mean it hurts less. Seeing her standing on the other side of the lot, standing next to Tony and them while you stood by Steve's.
You weren't the biggest fan of Steve, but you supported his cause this one time. You finally agreed with him. You weren't going to sign those Accords. You weren't. You'd rather fight your girlfriend than sign the Accords. So fight her you will. And fight her you did. What a cruel world isn't it.
Steve was getting away in a plane. Black Panther and Natasha chasing him. You ran after them, having won your own fight. You didn't want to fight her but if it came to that… you would.
The rubble fell, Black Panther just barely making it through. You also had been lucky. You get up just as T'challa does, him trying to go after the plane, causing him not to notice you. But Natasha noticed you. She always did and always had.
She whips around, the plane beginning to fly off with Bucky and Steve in it, and shoots T'challa with her widow bites. Shooting and stunning him multiple times until he drops, she turns to you.
You stand still, panting, covered in dust and blood dripping from a wound on your forehead. "They'll go looking for you, you know. You're a traitor now." You say.
"So are you. Besides, I've lived this life before. On the run, being multiple people with many names. I'm used to it. What will you do?" She states solemnly.
You pause. What will you do? Nodding as you come up with your answer, you look at her once more. "I'll go wherever you go. I'm your weapon, your sword, your shield, your everything, I'll protect you and fight for you. I'll run with you if that's the plan. All I ask is, will you be the same to me? My sword, my shield? My weapon, my protector? My everything? Would you run with me if that was the plan? Would you promise not to abandon me or leave me because you worry for my safety and follow through with it, Natasha?" You hadn't meant to get all deep but you and Natasha were both still kind of new to the dating thing. You needed to know. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with her, but was it the same for her?
"I promise." Her lip trembles slightly, she didn't even try to hide it, knowing you would've seen it either way. You always seemed to know everything about her. It scared her and made her happy at the same time. She needed you to know. To know that she loved you. She would run with you if that was the plan. She will run with you because that is the plan. She will be your sword and shield. Your protector and your everything. Because that's what you already were to her. She wanted to return the favor, full heartedly. And she would. She vowed to herself and anyone who would listen that she would.
She would run with you, not away from you. You two would run away from them but not from each other. And you did.
Everyone had fought it out. Bucky and Steve got away. Tony and Wanda fought, Ant Man had been taken out by Spider Man, Bucky, Sam and Spiderman fought, Hawkeye and Natasha fought, and once Natasha had betrayed her team, Black Panther and her fought. He had yet to wake up though you knew he wasn't dead or dying. Rhodey was in critical condition. You didn't see what happened but had heard about it. You knew Tony and Ross and anyone else that sided with the Accords would come and collect you guys. They'd put Sam, Clint, Scott and Wanda in cells. They'd treat them all so poorly, Wanda the worst. You both knew T'challa would wake up soon though. You both knew you had to leave soon. And you both knew, just like the rest of your team knew, that they weren't going to stay in those cells for very long. You all knew you, Natasha, Bucky and Steve would break them out and you'd all be on the run together.
Which is why as soon as you heard a bunch of footsteps and talking coming your way you both nodded and disappeared into the dust that would soon settle. Disappearing into the darkness that enveloped the hangar. Disappearing into the silence that would soon anger Ross.
Disappearing until the world would inevitably need you again. Until the people called for you. However long that may be.
However long it takes.