A/N: Small mention of ⚠️racism⚠️ in this chapter.
Y/N's POV:
Nat insisting to do the activity I prepared for us would've normally been so cute, but right now, when she just left me starving for more... it's simply hateful. Worst is she knows what she's doing , probably one of her sick revenge I somehow adore. Anyways, she promised me an unforgettable night and I can't wait.
Once we arrive at the throwing stand I reserved , we are met with a slightly rude guide, but we don't really mind that much since interactions with her are minimal.
The second we see all the stuff we can throw towards the target -1 hand axes, 2 hands ones, knives, ninja stars- Nat and I look at each other smirking like little kids, ideas rushing in our brains.
"Oh, im gonna destroy you" She says, her tone almost apologetic
"Says the one who's about to lose" I reply raising an eyebrow
We start throwing the weapons, both of us pretty good at it. I obviously made sure to voluntarily miss a few times, not only because it would be suspicious to Nat if I always hit the center, but also because the more I've come to think about it, the more it frightens me to know I can do all these things and I'm still unable to know how I can.
At this moment we're towards the end of the second game. The first one ending in a tie, but Nat cheated, distracting me with kisses, so I won in my heart. Although I'm loosing this one... by barely 3 points! It's nothing!
It's my turn when the woman with us, who had spent the whole thing on her phone, stopped me. "I have an emergency, you can't throw without my surveillance so wait. I'll be back soon." She quickly explains, leaving in a rush
I pour once she's gone, putting the giant axe down "What's wrong darling? We have all the time in the world" The gorgeous woman next to me says
"I was about to make a move that would've made me take the lead and eventually make me win" I explain making her smile innocently
"Then I guess we were both wrong" Her sentence makes me frown as I'm not understanding "Well I didn't 'destroy' you, but you sure won't win" She adds pecking my nose to 'console' me
"I'm about to make a come back, but get interrupted by some shouting from the other room "Why do I always get cut off" I childishly whine once it stops
She laughs a bit, but quickly gains her serious back "Should we check on them?" She asks
I think about it for a few seconds, but when we hear screaming once again, the answer shows itself.
We cautiously approach the door and the first thing we hear is "Steph, we need to call the police!" At this point I don't hesitate anymore and open the door bringing all the attention on us. There's 2 black men, along with our guide.
"You girls were supposed to wait at the stand" Our guide or 'Steph' complains
"I-I heard about calling the cops... so I guessed it would be a good idea to incrust myself" I justify
The men she was speaking with look at her like im the perfect opportunity "What's happening?" Nat asks calmly, trying to get her to give in
Though the woman's focus changes on her "Is she a cop too?" She asks disrespectfully, pointing her chin towards Natasha, almost disgusted at the idea of 2 cops in her shop.
I think about defending my girl, but I know for a fact she'll do a better job herself. "I'm way higher than a cop, so I suggest you find a better tone than this one to speak to us than this one"
The 3 strangers in front of us gulp loudly, clearly intimidated by Nat. Yup, definitely better " Kim, another employee working here has been missing for a week" One of the man finally explains
"What!?" I exclaim "Why didn't you guys call the cops earlier? Every minute that passes is one less to find her!" I tell off as Nat stands n'est to me, arms crossed approving my words. But a wave of rage invaded the 3 people in front of us, mainly the 2 boys, but still the woman is the one who answers
"Because cops are fucking racists, that's why!" My jaw drops to the floor, rage rushing through the ones in this room who hadn't received the flow yet.
I'm so shocked and sadden by this I formation that Nat has to take the lead of the conversation "Well we sure aren't, we'll open a file to find her"
Nat starts taking notes on her phone about anything these guys can give us on the missing woman, when I speak again "Which cops?"
"Do you really think they gave us their fucking ID's while violently arresting us for no goddamn reason?" One of the men shoots back
"No, but you just said these assholes arrested you. They may not have registered it, but you can still remember when and where it happened. Then I can find them in the work shift's historical or city's surveillance cameras" I explain wanting to find them at all costs
"We'll see about that once you've found Kim" Steph says like finding her friend will be the only proof of trust we can give
Nat and I spent the rest of our day getting infos from the 3 employees, Stephany (Steph), Brandon and Aiden. We then got each of their numbers to keep them updated or if we need help with something.
Once the evening settled down, we left the axe building, grabbed some take out food and continued our research from my living room. There is no way I can relax knowing a young woman is missing and nobody's doing shit about it because of the color of her skin and I'm sure Nat feels the same.
I'm on my laptop looking at a bar our victim often went to. She normally went there on Friday's and they had last seen her on a Monday, but we never know, maybe there was a special occasion we dont know of.
I'm on the website looking at picture of the place when I see 2 cameras pointing at both exit of the building on an outside image of it. It's perfect, we can check if she got in or when she got out.
I start calling someone working at the precinct right now to get me the stuff for tomorrow, but suddenly remember I can't ask anyone, not knowing who the mother fucking racists are! If I ask the wrong person they might just find the rushes and delete them before anyone can see them
"Fuck!" I scream violently closing the computer
Nat's quick to move the object before I punch it and hugs me tightly right after blocking my movements, slowly shushing me. "It's okay baby, let it all out" She encourages as my screams gradually transform into sobs "Talk to me" She gently demands once I calmed
"Why? Why can't people who swore to serve and protect Do Their Fucking Jobs!!!" Nat's grip got even tighter when I started screaming again
"I know..." She answers sadly "Let's go to bed and continue this tomorrow, okay? Working in that state won't help nobody" She suggests, well more like kindly orders me
I then fall asleep cuddled against her, both our nights filled with bad dreams and flashbacks.
The next day, I went and got the bar surveillance camera, but found nothing on it. Since I was already out the precinct, I took the opportunity to take the axe throwing's place once along with her appartement building.
I'm watching the rushes, seeing Kim passed at her job the day before she disappeared, she entered keys in hand and got out 15 minutes later with a small rectangular box...weird. As I think about it I receive a call
I rapidly answer with my radio, not giving me the chance to look at the caller's ID "Lieutenant Anderson, listening"
"I'm basically the only one who can't call you that, is that it?" The angelic voice of Nat comes through my radio with some teasing
"Well, you're the only one I'd be scared to be on last name/ title basis with. So yeah Agent Romanoff, you're the only one who can't call me 'Lieutenant Anderson'" I reply half joking half cheesy, with a smirk she can't see incrustés in my face
"Yeah anyways" She says with a tone I know all too well. She's probably rolling her eyes though a small smile is peaking through at the moment "I wanted to talk to you about Kim" She starts and I hum for her to go on "F.B.I.'s looking for her" My girlfriend suddenly drops like a bomb, giving all the serious back to the conversation
"What!?" I exclaim
"She promised them infos about one of the most dangerous gang in New York, if they get her to safety. She's basically a key witness to stop more than half illegal weapon trading in the city" Nat explains
A few seconds passes for me to take in the information "Okay...What do I do? Do I continue or will I get my ass thrown if I do?" I ask stressing a bit.
"Depends on what the F.B.I. thinks she's doing. My contact told me she didn't give them anything yet. Either they think their witness betrayed them or she's in danger. In any case you're on thin ice" The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent I like so much advices me
"Thank you Agent Romanoff. Do I expect to see you tomorrow?" I ask planning on staying late at work today.
"Wouldn't miss it" She confirms enthusiastically, before hanging up
Well that is hell of a twist. Obviously, I won't stop searching someone who may be in danger because of the F.B.I...Even though they can crush my career with a simple call...
A/N: This is the end of today's chapter. I really hope I won't offend anyone with this plot line of the story and that Y/N is relatable for any people that are reading my story, no matter their shade of skin. Anygays! The message in the end is: Black Lives Matter ✊🏾 .Hope you enjoyed today's chapter, see yaaaaaaa :)