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YOUR POV
"Hey Thor! I was won-" the rest of the words got stuck in my throat as the world turned upside down.
"Nope!" Nat said loudly as she walked to a different part of the house, taking us into the small hallway away from the others.
"I was so close!" I whispered under my breath.
"Thor is not signing your boobs." Nat huffed like a little kid.
"Next time?" I pouted.
"God not the pout!" My girlfriend tossed her head back with a groan, "I'm not looking!"
"Please!?" I pressed simply for the fun of seeing her like this.
Nat shook her head, keeping her eyes closed. "I'm not giving in." She kept chanting under her breath.
"Nat we got to go!" Clint yelled.
My pout turned down into a pout when I realized I had to say goodbye now, not knowing when the next time I'll see her would be.
"I'll walk you out." I said softly as I intertwined our hands together.
"After this, I'm done. It's just going to be you and me. We can get that cat you're talking about, maybe fill this place up with a couple of kids." Natasha smiled softly at me, caressing my cheeks with her hands.
I nodded my head, allowing a few tears to run down my face.
"Baby..."
I broke down in her arms, feeling my body hit her chest as she hugged me and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. When I was calm again, she kissed me passionately.
"I'll be home soon, love."
"I love you." We both said at the same time before I watched her walk out of the door.
"Bye Thor!" I waved bye to the god.
"Goodbye, Lady y/n!"
[...]
"Is she awake?"
"What if we killed her! The boss will have our heads!" The two men bickered back and forth in a hushed whisper.
"You guys suck at whispering." I groaned, tossing my head from side to side as the throbbing on the back of my head seemed to lessen.
"She's alive!" The blonde man cackled.
"Okay that impression was good," I chuckled, "I'll give it to ya. So where are the snacks in this bitch?"
The two men just looked at me with wide eyes, clearly not expecting me to be so chill.
"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" The taller, white haired man asked.
"Nah," I shook my head, "I kiss my girlfriend though."
"Ah yes, Black Widow." He spat, some of his salvia spewing out.
"Oh, gross. Dude, say it don't spray it." I gagged, "You know it was stupid of you guys to kidnap me. I think my girlfriend is scary, but man! Wait till you see her. The others were afraid too, rest their souls." I chuckled as the blonde man shuffled uneasily on his feet.
Guy must be new.
"You must be new. What's your name blondie?" I leaned farther back in the chair after finding a comfortable place to rest my binded up hands.
"Taryn."
"Taryn. That's cool." I nodded as I licked my dry lips, "if you let me out of here I'll try and hold my girlfriend back."
"Not going to happen!" The white haired man barked.
"Take it easy, old man." I hissed.
"But, she said there were... others." Taryn whispered the last part.
"There's going to keep being others if you don't let me out right now. I get kidnapped a lot."
"Widow too busy to teach you self defense?" The old man smirked.
"I know some things. If you let me out I can show you." I grinned smugly.
"You know, I don't think your girlfriend missed you that much or she'd be here right now." The white haired man got in my face, tipping my chair backwards slightly.
"That was rude, David!" Taryn gasped.
"Shut it!"
"She'll be here. She's saving the world at the moment. I don't know if you've heard of the Avengers buttttttt they're a pretty big deal."
"Oh I've heard of the Avengers. They do nothing but destroy." David hissed.
I nodded my head to the side, "Kinda hypocritical but okay."
My head whipped to the side as I let out a hissing sound, feeling the throbbing pain of my cheekbone from where the David dude hit me.
"Your girlfriend will come. I just hope she gets here in time." The Hydra Agents oily smirk curled back his lips, his eyes narrowing and he looked like the best representation of a snake.
NATASHAS POV
"Natasha, I'm sure she's fine. She's probably sleeping or something." Bruce tried to comfort me as I huffed in annoyance when my girlfriend wouldn't answer her phone.
"Yeah, why don't we just go back to your house and we can check on her." Clint suggested causing me to nod at his plan.
"I want you to fly as fast as you can. I have an uneasy feeling."
[...]
When we got to the house, the place was trashed throughout the downstairs and then upstairs. I kept calling y/ns name, searching every corner of the house and even the small garden we had out back. My heart dropped in my chest when I raced up to our bedroom, bursting through the open door my body wobbled and hit the oak frame. There, on the pure white carpet, was small pools of crimson standing to attention.
"Fuck!" I hissed under my breath, my heart aching and pumping extraordinarily fast to keep up with my racing emotions.
My leg vibrated and I pulled the phone out of my mission suit pocket, seeing a text from an unknown number. My thumb pad hovered over the message, clicking on the attachment they sent with it.
It was a picture, quality grainy but not so extensive that I couldn't make out y/ns blood stained and bruised face. She looked way past exhausted underneath the dim light hanging from the ceiling of the room she was in. The phone buzzed in my hand, another text popping up under the picture.
Unknown: you want your girlfriend alive, you'll come alone to the address we send you. You have 5 minutes.
The phone buzzed once more, this time the address was sent to me and I was already on the quinjet punching in the location, ignoring the yells and pleas of the others wanting to come.
[...]
I was too angry, too worried, and ready to punch the living hell out of each and every one of these guys, that I went right through the front door of the building, guns out as I shot down the two guards by the door.
The guards and other agents dropped like flies as I made my way through the abandoned warehouse where they were keeping my girlfriend.
I kicked open a rusted door, my breath hitching in my throat when I saw my girlfriend with her head hung low, a stream of blood running down her face and onto the floor, hands binded behind her.
"Y/n? Hey, love, wake up!" I tilted her head forward into the light so I could see as I pushed some strands of hair out of her face.
"N-Nat?" Y/n croaked, fluttering her semi bruised eyes open.
"Hey, Baby." I chuckled softly as I wiped some of the blood off her face.
"I'm glad you're here. Those guys were annoying." She joked before going into a coughing fit.
"Let's get you out of here and get you cleaned up." I took the knife I had strapped to my thigh and cut the rope that tied her wrists together.
"Did you save the world?" She asked.
"I did, baby."
"Good. That's good. Can we get tacos on the way out of here? I'm hungry." Y/n winced when I helped her up, letting her lean on my body.
"We can get whatever kind of food you want, love."