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Word Count: ~900 words
Warnings:.BLACK WIDOW SPOILERS, violence, (it happens during a scene in the movie so if you have watched it, you'll enjoy it more.)
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PART 3
It’s been 3-4 years since you last woke up. You didn’t know how much time had passed while you were asleep. But your decisions haven’t been your own since then. They had finally figured out mind control. At first, you tried to fight it, but it was too strong. They would use you for the most important jobs, the most dangerous ones. But you executed them flawlessly. Stealing precious information from enemy countries, no problem, bringing down an entire empire, no problem, you’d killed more politicians than you could count. And now you were back here, in the red room, waiting for your next mission.
“Nobody leaves this room till she’s dead.”
“Make her suffer”
Dreykov's words resonated in your brain like a hammer hitting metal
And you felt your body fill with energy that needed to burst out on only one person. You follow the others as they approach her.
“I don’t wanna hurt you. You don’t wanna hurt me”
That voice. So familiar.
The first 2 widows attack as she swings a weapon at them. Your head is pounding as you launch yourself at her. Spider bite. You thank God as you fall to the ground, overwhelmed by the pain. There was nothing you wanted more than to stay there on the ground. Your vision went black.
…
Make her suffer
The voice echoed in your brain
no. No. NO. Not now. Please.
But suddenly, your eyes blink open, and you get up as quickly as you had fallen
There were a few widows left.
Hitting the redhead in all the right placesHitting
Inflicting her pain,
WAIT
Redhead
Her green eyes flashed before yours. It was her.
At that exact moment, some of the fog cleared out of your brain.
Your voice rings out, “Fight! Natasha!” as you kick her in the ribs and two other widows approach her from the back.
In a swift movement, she kicked both women’s feet out from under them and looked up at you
“Y/n?” She looked in pure surprise, which turned quickly into a twisted fear
You kick her in the ribs again and continue to attack her with more predictable yet deadly hits, and she blocks them all. Thank God.
She tries to land a blow straight into the side of your head but another widow hits her from behind and she falls to the ground.
Tears were streaming down your face as you brought her up in a back chokehold
“FIGHT! NAT!”
You don’t want to hurt her
You don’t want to hurt her
You don’t want to hurt her
She elbows you in the face, using her full body weight to pull you down and slam you on the ground as more enemies surround her and start to kick her again.
Make her suffer
You pull out a thin blade and raise it, aiming straight for her throat without hesitation. You were going to murder her.
In a bright flash of red, your mind went silent. You froze in place with the tip of the knife half an inch from her throat, as nothing but your own thoughts flooded your mind.
Red dust glimmered around you and everything went completely silent
Like a breath of fresh air,
You let your body fall to the ground as you tried to stop the tears from flowing out.
There she was, next to you, after all these years.
Nat couldn’t believe it. It was like seeing a ghost. She thought you were dead. No. You were dead. She had seen the body.
“Y/n!?! How- I thought-” her voice faltered as she reached out for you.
“-I know,” you muttered, focusing on your breathing “I know.”
“How long?”
“Years… I’ve lost count,” you said, your mind racing as you try to calm down
After all these years, you were free. And a ghost from your past had saved you. You knew you needed to explain everything to her as soon as all this was all over.
“Hey,” Yelena says as she enters and turns to Natasha. “Are you okay? Um… You might want to hurry up. Before he runs away.” The walls shook, threatening to collapse any second.
“I’ll be right behind you, Lena,” the redhead said
“What do we do now?” One woman asked.
“Get as far away from here as possible. You get to make your own choices now,” Nat said, grabbing your hand, helping you to your feet. She turns to you “Get somewhere safe...” she said pleadingly.
“I’ll be fine, Natasha,” you say with a slight smile to cover the pain through your body and your mind. She felt a wave of nostalgia and comfort as her name fell out of your mouth. “Catch up later, okay?” You said with a huff. She nodded in response, her eyes filled with longing and want.
The walls shook again. It was time to go. She hesitates a second, squeezes your hand and kisses your cheek before running out of the room.
You looked around to see all the widows looking at you for directions. Right.
“We need to get out of here before this entire thing crashes. There should be a way of transport for us at the port,” you say to them with an assured tone, turning to go down the corridor with flickering lights. You need to focus on one step at a time. This is not the time to get too emotional.
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A/N: Hey ! Thx for reading part 3 ! I'm on vacation rn and only have access to mobile! So sorry for technical issues. This is my first time writing a series so I’ll happily welcome any feedback/constructive criticism! (Oh and comments, likes and repost are always appreciated <3)
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Word Count: ~1k+ words
Warnings: I mean it happens in the red room so , BW plot foreshadowing(let me know if I should add any)
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..One week after the graduation ceremony..
“They are ready for you,” a woman in a pencil skirt said, un-cuffing your wrist from the bed.
The scientists, right. You got up rubbing your wrist, you must’ve tossed and turned in your sleep more than usual. The leader of the red room had handpicked you himself to take part in an experiment with the goal of cloning the most conventionally attractive and capable Widow. Unfortunately, that was you. You knew if you didn’t do this, they would’ve chosen another, Natasha Romanoff. As the name crossed your mind, memories of her slight smile, her head on your shoulder, the moments of clarity that seemed too far away to be true flooded your mind. How much of those memories were mixed with those dreams you had that all ended in nightmares? You couldn’t tell. But you missed her, with every fiber in your being.
They escorted you to a bright room that had been sterilized. The moment you walk inside, you are hit with the scent of latex gloves and rubbing alcohol, As you sat on a hospital bed, you looked around, noticing that the window you had passed by earlier was now a giant mirror from the inside. The wall behind you had a clear window roughly the same size. You were used to this, two-way mirrors were yet another way to make people feel like they were always being watched.
The team of scientists entered the room covered in scrubs, accompanied by more threatening medical equipment. It all looked experimental, and it probably was. Then, something on the far side of the room caught your eye; two steel coffins with glass tops and a blue light glowing from the inside, making them look like they had been pulled straight out of a sci-fi movie. Just as you opened your mouth to ask about them, a striking young man entered the room in a long white lab coat. His sky-blue eyes looked up from his notepad into yours. Something about his stare sent shivers down your spine and made your stomach churn. But you held his gaze out of instinct, never letting even a hint of your emotion show.
He slowly looked you up and down and, with the grin of a psychopath, he said: “I can see why dreykov favoured you over all the other widows, дорогой(darling).”
You wanted to punch him in the face. He seemed to forget that you could kill him in half a second. But instead, you smiled innocently and replied, “What are you going to do to me, doctor?” His smile widened at your words. A narcissist, great. “I’m glad you asked’’ he said, approaching you a little too close to comfort with his notepad in hand “This is what’s going to happen krasotka(cutie/beautiful). We’re going to put you in one of these containment chambers and attempt to recreate a picture-perfect replica of your body. And first, we need to draw some blood,” He said with a twisted excitement. He was talking to you as if you were a toddler, clearly relishing the power and authority given to him. You wondered how he had got his slimy hands on something so sophisticated, almost alien-like. “How do you know this will work?” You questioned.
“You are looking at the results right now, darling”. He chuckled, seeing your questioning face “Believe it or not, I am 80 years old. One of our young male agents was in one of these chambers. Don’t be fooled though, I still have the internal organs of an old man, I barely survived the drastic change. But this time it will be different” he said with a determined face “This time, we are recreating a whole body, tissues, bones. And...a blank mind”
So this is what Dreykov wanted, mindless puppets to command at will. And you were the main ingredient.
“Now be a good girl and fall asleep,” he said as you felt a pinch in your arm and the next thing you know the sedative drug was making its way through your system like a forest fire.
...
Your eyes fluttered open. How long were you out?
“Welcome back to reality (y/n)” A voice sounded
The same voice of the bastard that put you to sleep
“That was rude,” you said, sitting up from the casket and slowly opening your eyes. Your wrists and ankles were secured to the casket.
“Maybe next time warn me before stabbing me with a needle,” you said as you felt the sedative slowly dissipating.
He let out an uncanny laugh as your eyes opened on him. His hair was now down to his shoulders. Vaguely informing you on how much time had passed.
Your surroundings were almost the same as when you had fallen asleep. Almost.
What you saw next disgusted and terrified you to the core. Next to you, on a large steel table, lay a corpse, its skin was a ghastly pale and as your eyes made their way up the body you jolted as you saw its face... Your face. With a hole drilled right in the middle of its forehead. It took everything in you to not throw up then and there.
“We have tried absolutely everything. Yet we weren’t able to recreate the human brain, unfortunately.” He said with a glint of disappointment, “But you don’t seem to have aged at all, дорогой(darling). The chamber must’ve kept your body frozen in some way, which is a scientific feat itself,” He said, staring you down with contentment.
“Aged? How- How long was I unconscious?” You were too drained to think of a way to seem less vulnerable. And that made him smile.
“Only 15 months,” he grinned “It could’ve been more, but considering this new turn of events, and Dreykov’s new plans, we woke you up.”
He said while strapping a headband with wires around your head and gesturing the team in scrubs to bring you out of the room on the other side of the two-way mirror, “You, my dear, might be the key to external brain manipulation. But we need your mind to experience an emotional outburst”
“And how do you expect to do that doctor,” you said, still trying to take in all the new information that was being given to you.
His empty eyes glimmered, and his laugh resonated in the small hallway.
“Let’s just say you talk a great deal in your sleep,” He replied maniacally and placed a piece of tape right on your mouth
You followed his gaze as he looked into the room you had just left.
You froze as a group of young black widows entered the room, followed by the woman in a pencil skirt. You could barely read her lips as she instructed the team to get rid of the body. Your heart broke into a thousand pieces. Natasha was standing there, staring at your “body”. Her face was trying to hide all emotion, but she had pure brokenness in her eyes. She was devastated and her heart was shattered. You tried to scream. Tears were streaming down your face as every bone in your body tried to break free from the restraints.
“Its no use, дорогой(darling). She won’t see or hear you... Ever again.” He said with no emotion. As the widows rolled the table out of the room.
“And now, the sedative… You can’t be mad now” he chuckled “I warned you..”
And that was the last thing you heard before falling back into the chamber.
Great... You wanted this nightmare to be over.
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Part 3 here
A/N: Hey there! Thx for reading ! This is part 2 of a series I hope you’ll enjoy! This is my first time writing a series so I'll happily welcome any feedback/constructive criticism! (Oh and comments, likes and repost are always appreciated <3)
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Word Count: 744 words
Warnings: None, tho I should let you know to be prepared for a time jump at Part 2, this is kind of like a flashback! Okay!Enjoy!
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You were 16 and she was 17. Both trained assassins. Both there to assist on a mission, and the infiltration had lasted a little longer than expected. 10 months to be exact. Posing as a normal family with two older agents who didn’t care about you. The mission was for the older Agents to infiltrate and extract all information from the “company” and then kill them. You were both brought there to assassinate everyone in the building your fake father worked at(which was heavily guarded and kept private). Tomorrow was that day. The final mission before the endless mental and physical tests to come and then, the graduation ceremony.
“You nervous?” the redhead asked “about going back I mean.” She said talking about the Red Room.
“A little” you sighed looking at the sunset in what was left of a treehouse in the run down backyard of what used to be a home
She closes her eyes, letting the sun seep into her skin.
“You?” you continued
“Fear just means we’re about to do something right”
She stated as she open her eyes. Her gaze slightly lost emotion and clouded, so did yours
“Yes.”
Her features softened as she glanced over at you
“Besides, we’re the strongest people I know”
She says with the ghost of a smile on her lips
“You sure that’s not just me?” you lift an eyebrow playfully as she let out a slight chuckle
“Please, I could kick your ass anytime”
“So could I” you say as you both recall the countless times you would spar, being the only ones who could take each other down in training
You both sit in silence as you had so often done throughout the entire mission , waiting for the last rays of the sun to disappear. But this time, it was different. You could feel the sadness and the heaviness in the air as you both thought about what was to come. Going back to that place meant parting ways. They taught you guys that love was worthless, and it made you weak. Despite that, somehow, you had both managed to put each other’s walls down. Your rivalry within the Red Room had turned into a strong bond during that mission. The kind of bond you knew would last forever. Talking to each other seemed to temporarily break you out of the daze and darkness of your minds that The Red Room had made you internalized. Which you know would fully take over again, eventually.
“I will miss this.” she says, breaking the silence and laying her head on your shoulder
“We’ll see each other again.” You said, wishing with all your heart that it was true.
“One day” she agreed
A single tear rolled down her cheek
She didn’t think you’d notice. But of course you did.
“Hey” you said as you turned to face her and lifted her chin to look into her deep green eyes “Hey…we’ll find each other in the end. You said it yourself, we’re the strongest ones. THEY even said we’re Unbreakable…. remember?”
Unbreakable, that’s what you had to be. You never failed. Not even once and you knew Natasha didn’t either
“It’s not that I’m worried about.. It’s you not being there with me…What we have--.. We’re not supposed to have… We have no purpose…But I still want you to stay with me”
Silence filled the air again.
You prop your feet up over the edge of the platform and cross your legs.
“Close your eyes” You told her
“What?”
“Close your eyes, trust me”
She shoots you an inquisitive look but mirrored your position and closed her eyes.
“What do you see?”
“.. black…emptiness” she said calmly focusing
“but you know I’m still here, right?”
“Yes.” She slightly furrowed her brows, waiting for you to get to the point
You took her hand as she opened her eyes
“Next time you close your eyes and think of me, I’ll be there with you.”
She smiled. Something she didn’t do often
“We’ll see each other again, I’ll find you” she repeated her eyes filled with promise
“Together...” You hold up your pinky finger, smiling softly…Recreating something both of you had seen two children do in a neighborhood park.
“..Forever” she finished linking hers to yours
You knew it was childish, but it brought a certain comfort in the calm yet heavy sadness.
You would meet again, both oblivious on who you'd become
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A/N: Hey there! Thx for reading my first ever fan-fic! This is part 1 of a series I hope you’ll enjoy! I have so much cool ideas I can’t wait to show you guys! I’ll happily welcome any feedback/constructive criticism!
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