I Need You) Romanogers Fanfic

Chapter 5

Steve P.O.V.
    I watched the jet leave till the door blocked my view. I hated not being with her or knowing what was going on. Two weeks, and she would be back... why did if feel like these would be a long two weeks. I needed to do something with myself to keep myself occupied in her absence. I went to my room and changed into some workout clothes and went to the gym.
    I hung a punching bag up, wrapped my hands, and began to hit the bag. Stark had designed bags that could stand up to my strength after the five times the training room had to be shut down to clean up sand-spills.
    The time flew by as I lifted, punched, and sparred the dummies. I longed to spar Natasha, besides the fact a responding target was more fun, she was a challenge. She studied how he fought and always gave me a challenge. Damn, there I go thinking of her again. I hit the dummy harder, and sighed. I sat there in the silence and looked at the clock, midnight. I forced myself up and went to my room.
    Clint was walking about in his pajamas and stumbled into me in the hallway, he smelled like alcohol. "Stevie, how was the run?" He asked in a slurred voice. I looked him up and down with a confused look, I then noticed the spider socks he had on, and the spider chain he had hanging around his neck (much like the arrow Natasha had). He had a bottle of whisky in his hand, and I took it from him.
    "No more of this for you, lets get you off to bed," I said. He moaned as I took his bottle, and tried to walk past me, I firmly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him into my room. I set him up on the couch, being sure to keep him on his side. He started to mumble, and I struggled to make out his drunk, slurred words.
    "Steve, Laura... she is mad as hell at me... I think she said it was because... I don't know.... I want to forget," he drunkenly spat out. The drinking now made sense. "Nat, she usually gives me advice here, your turn."
    Nat...what would she say? "I wouldn't call Laura till you're sober, Clint. You need to remember why she is mad before we can fix anything," I tried to give advise to the best of my ability.
    "Thanks man," Clint responded. I watched his eyes close, and then he started to snore, loud. I rolled my eyes as I went to shower and change into my pajamas. I got into my bed and could only bring my mind to think of Nat, a pit formed in my stomach when I thought of her. I just kept telling myself, easy mission, two weeks. I missed her.

Natasha P.O.V.
I felt myself slowly waking up. I instantly felt the pain sting across my abdomen, I could feel the wet blood on my skin. I felt the cold floor and noticed I was only wearing undergarments. Breathing hurt like hell. I couldn't hear anyone around me, no foot traffic, no breathing... except my own. I let my eyes flutter open. I was in a cell, around five by five. The walls where grate, each square two by two, no escape through the bars. No vents, whoever was holding me knew I had a knack for escaping through air ducts... this made my cell cold, I felt my body involuntarily shiver. That when I noticed the gag in my mouth, and the chains around my neck, legs, arm, and hips. The chains where light, but securely held me to the walls and the floor. Together, the light chains made quite the weight. These people weren't messing around, they where prepared for an avenger, a widow. I looked in the cell next to me, it had no occupants, but had thick chains, much thicker. Then I noticed it had cord intertwined with the chain intended for the left arm. I had a good feeling as to whose cell that was.
I heard footsteps coming, and I stood up. The chains didn't allow me to walk up to the front of the cell and see who was coming. There where at least five people. They stopped in front of my cell, all studying my. I raised an eyebrow at them, challenging them. One looked to be an officer, the other four where foot soldiers. The leader pulled out a small remote and pressed a button. I heard deep groaning from inside the walls, and then my chains began to pull tight till I had no range of movement. The man raised his eyebrow as me mockingly. The men opened the door, signaling an alarm. This place looked like a dungeon from a medieval castle, but had the technology of a modern prison, more than that.
The men came in each had a chain with a clip on the end. The first man chained his to my neck, the next clipped into my hip, then the third put a chain to connect my legs and attached his tether to the one connecting my legs, and the final man did a very similar thing to the third man, only this one he attached to my hands, with a much shorter range. The leader hit a button and the cell chains released and fell to the floor. We left the cell following the leader, the four men walked in a square, I walked in the center.
Why the hell where they being so extra with my guard, they must have had something of value here, that my mission parameters didn't include. Or they knew how dangerous I could be, and knew my tactics. They had made my most normal escape tactics (air vents, cell bars, hallway walking, etc.) impossible. They knew me too well, which made them damn dangerous. They opened a door and led me into a dark room.
The Black Widow doesn't feel fear, I didn't feel fear, but I felt like I was on the verge of something bad.

    Apologies for the shot chapter, life is getting busy! I'll probably do a lot of short exerts like this one for the next week of so, instead of a few long chapter. So sorry! Thank you so much for sticking with this story, it means so so so much to me!! Love you guys!!