When Skies are Grey
Samantha talked to everyone she could about it but not even Barton, who knew her best, could tell the dark woman where Natasha went. Sam was heartbroken. She decided, without telling anyone, that she would go find the little Russian.
She made preparations, got her gear upgraded, and fine tuned and told Barton to look after Raliegh. She was going to retrieve Nat.
On the day she was getting ready to go, she took a picture of her, Steve and Nat and folded it up, tucking it into her pocket. “I’m coming, girlie. Don’t you leave me.” She whispered.
While Samantha was looking for her- Nat was being taken to where they held the weapons. She was armed with everything you could possibly have to kill someone- guns, knives, bombs, the whole works.
After they dressed her and gave her the weapons they loaded her into a van with a few of their agents and drove. She couldn’t see out the windows and was practically chained to the seat in fear she’d get away.
Once the car stopped the agents undid her chains, gave her a gun to hold and made sure everything else on her was working properly. When she stepped out of the van they were somewhere she thought she remembered, but she couldn’t remember it specifically.
Sam walked out and blinked at the site a ways down the road. A van? Why? She began to run, trying to get up airspeed enough to get in the air when she stopped, staring at the figure in front of her. She knew that build, those red curls. “Nat?” She whispered.
Please don’t let this be another dream, let it be her.