Wifey · Y/n story by @marvelfan

The safe house was a farmhouse. Ramshackle, weather-beaten, tucked into a fold of gray-green hills that looked like they hadn't seen a car in weeks.

Clint Barton

pacing She said it was close. Said we'd be patched up and gone in an hour.

Steve Rogers

peeling back the bandage, jaw tight This isn't an hour wound.

Tony Stark

from the doorway, lowering his phone No signal. No cell towers. No nothing. Where the hell are we, Nat?

Natasha's eyes fluttered open. She didn't look at them.

Natasha Romanoff

Not my house.

A beat of silence.

Tony Stark

Come again?

Natasha Romanoff

wincing, sitting up slowly It's Y/n's. My… Y/n. She'll be here soon.

The Avengers traded looks. An unknown variable. A name none of them had ever heard.