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This place holds awful memories for Nikolai, twisted memories that are the only ones he ever tries to forget. He starts on a systematic search of the base, gridding it out, and it takes him nearly a day to get to where Natalia is actually being held.

There's a cruel irony that they're holding her in the very place he'd been tortured so often and that her tiny body has undergone things that he'd been able to withstand because of his enhancements and he knows had affected her more. He goes to her side and tenderly touches her face, not wanting to press against any hurts.

"Natalia? Will you wake for me? For Nikolai?"

They'd left her strapped to a familiar medical table, kept alive by intravenous IV's providing hydration as well as a powerful sedative, which kept her on the the cusp of consciousness, and her lashes only fluttered when she dimly heard a voice echoing in the steel room. Her head lolled, tangled curls flattened against her forehead, and when her eyes finally opened, they were dulled, unfocused.

She tried to move, but couldn't; tried to scream, but wasn't able. All she could do was moan in never-ending pain, not even recognizing the achingly familiar face that swam in her hazy vision, the icy chemicals freezing her from the inside out. The temperature in the facility was the same indoors as it was outside, and she'd been stripped of her former clothing; only a paper-thin surgical gown covered her bare skin.

"I'm going to take you with me, all right? I'll keep you warm." Nikolai strips off the heavy sweater he'd worn to infiltrate the base and tenderly tugs it over Natalia, mindful of the IVs and where her skin is torn. He unhooks her (but leaves the ports in for now) and pulls her close to him into his arms where he can keep her warmer still. He has a Humvee not far from this base but there's a matter of getting to it.

"We're going to move, da? Just hold onto me if you can," he murmurs. He's almost afraid to touch her, weak as she is, but the thready pulse at her wrist tells him that he's not too late. He's not too late.

Once he gets her into the Humvee, he lays her gently in the back, making sure she won't pitch and roll as he drives and that she's firmly covered by blankets.

"I've got something better for you," he says, hanging a bag of fluids that'll bring her awake instead of keeping her drugged. "Bumpy ride but you're with me. Nothing will happen with me."

She couldn't stop shivering. And had little to no control over her limbs; once unstrapped from the table, Natalia sagged, and would have collapsed entirely if not for strong arms catching her and holding her close. She dimly felt warmth nearby, and tried to turn to it, curling in as much of a ball as she could, heedless of the pinches in her flesh from the needle ports.

Then she was moving, carried...somewhere, but the stench of the facility was no longer prominent in her nose. A familiar smell soothed her, and she tried to grope for it, but had not the energy to clutch tight. But she did cry out in pain when she was deposited on a different surface, the vehicle's seat nearly as hard as the table. She felt another rush of something in her veins, and it made her moan, weak and shallow.

She felt so tired...; it would be too easy just to slip away and sleep, forever.

Nikolai wants to crawl into the backseat with her but he can't, not until he's in relative safety. There's a room in a hostel he's rented down off the mountain and he manages to sneak her into the backdoor without much incident. He needs her in a hospital, yes, but he wants to stay off the radar until he knows it's safe to be in the open.

Once he has Natalia ensconced in the bed, he strips the sweater from her and strips his own clothes so he can press up against her. He still has her hooked up to saline and electrolytes to try and perk her up but holding her back to front isn't going to pull at anything, he doesn't think.

"I have you, printsessa. I'm going to get you warm, all right?"

Still shivering, Natalia instinctively wrapped her feeble arms around the arm that materialized around her waist, clutching as tight as she possibly could. There was a heavy warmth now at her back, and she burrowed backwards into it, soothed by that achingly familiar scent. The voice, too, was familiar, like a dream she could see but not yet reach.

It hit her half an hour later, when she suddenly gasped a quick breath and blinked her eyes open, seeing not bare steel walls, but faded wallpaper and a closed wooden door. "...Nikolai...?" Yes, had to be. No one else in all the world carried that distinctive scent; pine, snow, cinnamon.

Tears began to fill her eyes, and she sniffled back a choked sob. But tightened her grip on his arm, snug around her, holding her close. "...moya zvezda...Nikki..." Relief so great washed through her, leaving her limp once again. He had come for her. She was finally safe.

"Thank God, I thought I lost you," Nikolai says, holding her as tight as he dares. He doesn't want to hurt her but hearing her say his name and seem lucid makes him happier than anything has ever made him. She's going to make it. She's alive. He kisses the crown of her head and just holds her close for warmth.

"We're in Austria, printsessa, but I have you now. You're safe with me and no one can hurt you. As soon as I'm sure we're safe to be in the open, I'll let you speak to your father and we'll go home, all right? I just need to keep you with me right now until I'm sure we're safe."

Natalia clutched him back in turn, silently sobbing in relief this time, not fear. She was safe. Although her body hurt, and she knew she needed medical attention - she had no idea what they'd done to her while she'd been unconscious - the little princess didn't want to move from this very spot for a thousand and thousand years.

She also knew her parents had to be frantic, but she was with her Nikolai now; it was all over but for the reporting. And apparently he didn't think it was safe to travel just yet, else she knew they'd be heading north. Back home. Back to Russia. Natalia didn't think she'd ever missed St. Petersburg this much in her entire life.

"...I love you," she whispered against the back of his hand, caught up close to her pale cheek. Heavy lashes lowered again over tired eyes. "...I'm so glad that you came for me. Moya zvedza..."

"When have I not come for you, sweet printsessa? Rest for a little while. I'll get you to a doctor when it's safer and then we'll go back to St. Petersburg. You'll be safe and at home again, all right? Nothing to fear."

Nikolai holds her close to keep her warm and to keep her from going into shock and he whispers against her hair. "Rest for me, all right? I'll be taking you home soon and then I won't let you go. You know that. I'll never let you go."

"Da," she whispered, feeling lethargy pull at her yet again, "I want to go home." To the land of her birth, to familiar halls and familiar faces. A safe place, with safe people around her. But the little princess absolutely knew, she knew, that as long as Nikolai held her, she'd never be in danger again. They'd been blindsided once; never more.

"Tomorrow?" It was a small query, almost unheard in the deafening silence. "No matter what, tomorrow, Nikki?"

"Tomorrow. We'll have a doctor on the plane. I just have to make sure you're safe to bring out, all right? That's all. I won't let you be away from me for a moment, though, and nothing is going to happen to you. You're with me no matter what."

Nikolai wants to hug her fiercely but she's so fragile that he doesn't dare to do it. Instead, he kisses along soft skin and tries to reassure her that nothing is going to happen to her. What if it's a lie, though? They'd gotten through this time. He'd failed her. What if he failed her again?

"I won't let anyone into your room. It'll be just me when we get back, just us. You'll be safe."

Curled in the arms of her beloved, Natalia eventually slept. Her sleep was thankfully dreamless, and true, and it was both the gentle knocking on the closed, and barricaded, door and Nikolai's immediate stiffening at her back that woke her. A bolt of instinctive fear ran cold over her and she shied back beneath the layers of blankets, as their room was cool even in early summer.

An aged female voice called out in quavery German; it was the innkeep's housewoman bringing breakfast. The princess could smell delicious gravy and rich yeasty bread even from inside their room, and she didn't protest when she felt Nikolai shift enough to slip out of the bed to verify it.

"...if it is breakfast," she said quietly, hugging his pillow tight to her chest, "I could eat some. I'm absolutely starving."

"It's breakfast. I have to get it and test it first," Nikolai says, pulling on his clothes. No one knows who he is here or that Natalia is here but he doesn't trust anyone. He can't let his guard down for a moment because even if he is the Winter Soldier, they'd neutralized him.

He brings in two trays with fresh bread, gravy, preserves, ham, fruit - a real spread for just a hostel - and sets them out on the small table in their room.

"Tell me what you want and I'll get it for you. There's juice, too, and you need plenty of that."

Natalia gingerly sat up, grimacing as all of her muscles protested, but she managed to scoot up against the head of the old bed and burrow back underneath the covers. "The juice, definitely," she agreed, sniffing eagerly. Her stomach growled in response, but then rolled, reminding her she'd been nearly starved for almost a fortnight.

"...maybe some of the fruit, too? But the bread smells wonderful, maybe I can have a few bites of it, too." She longed to simply dive in and eat her fill, but the princess knew doing so wasn't the wisest course; she'd probably heave it right back up. Disgusting thought, that one.

"Yes, the fruit," Nikolai agrees. "I want you to eat as much as you can because you need it to get healthy but don't do it too quickly. It...can be hard when you haven't had any in a while. I unfortunately know from experience."

He hates that his printsessa has had to learn this but he will help get her back into the real world and help put the nightmares of this firmly in the past. It's part of his mission now, just as much as it's his mission to keep her physically safe.

"But you need the nutrients to get healthy again. We'll be flying home today. I'm contacting the FSB now."

Natalia picked at the tidbits Nikolai brought for her, half-listening as he pulled out his cell and made contact with their external security. The juice tasted heavenly, and she drank it all without hesitation, then nibbled on a bit of the still-warm bread. She also managed a few slices of peach, and two sweet strawberries before curling back beneath the warm covers to rest while she waited for her guardian to rejoin her.

She really wanted a good hot bath, with jasmine oil and soothing cream, but surely that would have to wait until she made it home, and after her medical examination. Maybe they would pronounce her cleared and she could take a sponge bath on the plane. She felt grimy, yucky, and emotionally dirty; everything was just completely out of form.

"I know you're tired but you did a good job eating. The food will make you feel better," Nikolai encourages her. "Do you need to warm up for a little while longer? Take another nap? I can lay down with you for a while. We're doing this at your pace."

He doesn't want to overtax her trying to get her on a plane and out of the country and end up setting back her progress. He has no idea what all she might have been pumped full of while in the "tender" care of HYDRA so he wants to take every precaution.

"We can take a little time, I promise."

Oh, but she was more than ready to go home. The longer she tarried, the closer she could feel "them" creeping back up again, and the little princess really wanted to get across the borders of her homeland, where she thought the ghosts might not be able to find her again.

"I'm ready," Natalia assured her protector, sliding out from beneath the covers and taking a moment before easing out of bed, still a little unsure of her footing. "'m ready to go home, Nikolai." It was also a soft, plaintive plea, and she gingerly hunted around for the rest of her hastily procured clothing, pulling on the sweater with a mild grimace of effort.

"...can we? Please?"

"Of course. Let me make some calls."

Nikolai puts in calls to Petrov and the others and they arrange for a jet to be at a private airstrip not far from where they're currently staying. All Nikolai has to drive is a rented motorcycle and he doubts the printsessa is going to ride on that.

"We have to get you a car unless you think you can hold onto me on the back of a motorcycle. It's just a short drive to the airstrip, I promise."

She was still a little dubious about riding in cars. A motorcycle wasn't that much better, but at least they could see any potential threats. As for holding on behind him, hmm...

"...could I sit in front of you?" Natalia clutched his too-big sweater at her neck. It was a lovely, sunny day, but she still felt shadows everywhere. "I won't fall off if you're holding me on in the front, Nikki."

She'd ridden with him before, when she'd been small, so the princess knew how to ride one of the big beasts, and necessity ruled in this particular situation.

"Yes, I'll hold you in front so you'll be secure," Nikolai agrees. "Come on. The sooner we get to the jet, the sooner we get you home and into your own warm bed."

The unspoken half of that sentence is that he'll be in that bed too, warming it up, because he's not leaving her side until he's reasonably sure she's feeling better.

"We'd better get a move on, though, if you're ready."

Oh, but she could hardly wait. To that endeavor, Natalia gingerly climbed astride in front of her beloved, unhesitatingly relaxing back into his chest and clinging tight to the arm he curved around her waist. There was little need to bother with a helmet; she knew Nikolai would never let her fall.

It was indeed a very short trip to the airport, where a jet was already fueled and waiting. The little princess felt yet another level of worry leave her when she spied the familiar faces of her father's very own private security, the Chief Officer touching his forehead when Nikolai carried her past, unerringly heading for the boarding ramp.

"Officer Petrov," she murmured to his gesture, then returned her head to Nikolai's broad shoulder and closed her eyes, letting him take her on board and the rest could just follow along, as far as she was concerned.

"Did you have to bring her on that beast instead of in a car where she'd be protected?"

Nikolai grunts a little under his breath. "Petrov, she was snatched from a car to begin with and I was in the car at the time. Now's not the time to decide what's safe and what isn't. The printsessa is back with us and needs a doctor to check her over. The doctor is on board, yes?"

Petrov confirms the doctor is and she comes to meet Natalia on the ramp in order to usher her inside. Nikolai lights up as he walks up and Petrov rolls his eyes. "You shouldn't inside the cabin." Nikolai shrugs. "Stressful day. I need my habits."

The chatter behind her slid right off as the doctor approached. "Princess," she greeted the girl cordially, holding out an arm to help Natalia further into the plane. "Let's get you settled and all of this unpleasantness out of the way, da?" Steeling herself, the princess nodded politely, smile not quite reaching her eyes, and disappeared into the cabin with the physician.

They'd reached cruising speed before the doctor emerged from the private cabin, giving a heavy sigh and straightening her white coat. She put her hands in her pockets as she approached the two security officers, unabashedly taking a cigarette from Nikolai's pack and lighting up with her own lighter before speaking.

"Well. Gentlemen. You will be pleased to know that other than exhaustion, dehydration, and malnutrition, there seems to be nothing else amiss with Her Imperial Highness." Forthright and business-like, she continued right on. "A few contusions, one or two strained muscles, and, thank God, no sign of rape or sexual abuse. She complains of being overly tired, which is expected, and to still have a very bad headache, but there's no sign of a concussion."

She stubbed out the smoke and added, "I'll know more once we land, and I can do a full, more thorough examination, but for the moment, all she really needs is to rest."

It's a relief to hear that she is not more injured than a few bumps and bruises and when the doctor says that Natalia merely needs to rest, Nikolai feels a great deal more confident. There's no way she'll rest without him nearby so he gets a blanket and goes to her, lifting the armrest in the seat so that she can sprawl across it and into his lap.

"Come, sleep here while we fly home. It will be a little while but I will keep you company. Nothing will bother you while I am here, just as always."

He had failed that promise recently but he will not fail it again.

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