A Shield Widow zombie apocalypse AU would be fantastic. I have no other specifics, just Nat and Steve being badasses, please.
They were safe for now at least. This was the first time theyâd been able to rest in god knows how long. Steve leaned back against the wall and pulled Natasha close to him. They needed to stay close in case anything happened. They sat in silence for a long time before Natasha turned to face him. She hesitated before whispering. âHow much further do you think we can get tonight?â
Steve shrugged, the two of them jumping a little when they heard a creak. It was just the noise that every building makes, but in this situation, they had to be cautious of everything. He stood, pulling Natasha up with him and walked as slowly and quietly as they could to the window, looking down to the streets outside. She pulled a map out of her bag and looked over it quickly.
âWeâre about a half hour away from that old store. Itâs not really safe, but it should have some food and stuff in there. Hopefully.â Natasha whispered, looking out onto the streets and seeing only a few of them out there. She took hold of Steveâs hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
âWeâre about an hour away from where we said weâd meet everyone if we got separated.â Steve replied, glancing at the map. âWe should head there. Itâs safe and the others might be there by now.â He added, before moving to lean against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor. Natasha had never been able to keep up the same amount of hope that Steve had but she knew there was no point in trying to tell him that it was unlikely they were still alive. He never listened and kept insisting that they were fine. They had to be.
She sat next to him, cuddling up to him once more. It felt good to just have someone there who was alive and who they were supposed to be. She knew that sheâd never be able to manage this alone and out of all of the people she could have picked to be wit at a time like this, Steve was at the top of the list.
Once theyâd managed to sneak into the store and grab what little supplies were left, they took another short break to plan ahead. They couldnât stay there too long and they knew it, but stopping for a bit of food wouldnât hurt. Natasha sat across from him, their knees touching and they shared the food. They were silent for the most part, until Natasha cleared her throat. âYou know, I agree we should head to the meeting place, but I donât want you to get your hopes up Steve.â She mumbled, not looking at him. She knew if she did sheâd see the pain that was so often there whenever the others were mentioned.
He shook his head, putting away what little bit of food he had left. âTasha, theyâre Avengers. They can do this, I know they can. If me and you can make it this far, then the others will be fine together. Donât worry.â He said, more forcing himself to believe it rather than Natasha.
When they made to leave, they had realised theyâd made a horrible mistake. They didnât know if theyâd made too much noise of if it was just that they were there and those⌠things just knew. Either way, they werenât sticking around to find out. They looked to each other, readying themselves and taking a moment to get themselves prepared for what was about to happen.
They had their weapons at the ready; Natasha had an array of knives and blades that sheâd been able to grab before the tower was overrun and Steve had his shield, a knife and a machete that heâd been able to pick up. Guns were strictly forbidden as the noise drew far too much attention to them.
Thatâs when it all happened. Something that they had hoped theyâd never have to do. They ran as quickly as they could but the streets were too packed to get any kind of distance between them and the things that were out there at first. They had to take most of them out. Take the head off, thatâs the way to do it. Keep it as clean and as quick as possible. Donât let any of the blood get on you if you can avoid it. They managed to fight their way through most of the crowd, but when Natasha turned to Steve, he wasnât there. She should have felt his hand pull away from hers, but they were both so caught up in trying to keep pushing through that she didnât realise until it was too late. She went back, fighting her way through the onslaught of the dead and when she finally got to him, she realised heâd been bitten. She knew that the serum should be able to keep it isolated and at bay for a good while, but if they didnât do something about it soon, heâd turn.
She pulled him into one of the small building near them, barricading the door with what help Steve could provide. Once they were as safe as possible she dragged Steve onto the work top, lying him flat and checking him over. His arm had been bitten. His shield arm. But nothing else. The rest was either his blood or the blood off whatever they were outside. It was either take the arm off and take the chance, or lose him completely. She couldnât do this alone and sheâd rather have an injured Steve than none at all. She used what she could to hold him down and make sure he didnât move. She disinfected the machete as best she could, before bringing her arm up, muttering an apology before she let the blade fall.
They were safe for now at least. They were in a secure building and they had supplies. Steve wouldnât be good to move for a few days at least, even with the super soldier serum it would take a little while for him to be able to move forward. All she could do was try her best to hope that the others were alright, and that Steve would pull through this. Because she knew that one of the only reasons sheâd kept going for so long was because of Steveâs endless hope and desire to live. It had kept them going this long, and she needed to believe it would keep them going for much, much longer.
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