Now we live
Taskmaster x Reader /or/ Antonia Dreykov x Reader
Summary - Sometimes even the strongest deserve a happy ending
Not my GIF!!!
I need you to upload these files into Antonia," Dreykov walked into the room, throwing you a memory stick. You caught it with ease, nodding shortly before walking towards the Taskmasters training room, but also her living space.
You and Dreykov were the only people who knew who Antonia was. He had the nerves in your brain completely re-ordered and re-attached just so he could have full control of you. He thought that he had to have at least one permanently loyal widow he could order on missions just as he pleased. You were at his full disposal.
He trusted you. And only you. Which made you powerful. More powerful than him, even. So, when finally, finally, your nerves started going back into their original position, you couldn't let him know. You wouldn't let him know that you were conscious, thinking. Alive.
"Yes, sir." Your feet carried you through the room after pressing in the code on the door. One thing your severed nerves gave you was incredible memory, at least that didn't fade as Dreykov's control slowly did. You waved off the other guards, knowing they'd been informed to listen to you.
She immediately stopped training, standing up from her sitting position and walking over to her chair closer to the desk with the computer in. It broke your heart knowing Dreykov was using his own daughter for his power. His rules had become so strict with Antonia that she'd immediately walk to her chair when anyone would walk in, scared of a punishment.
"It's just me," You started, walking closer to her and seeing how her shoulder relaxed when she heard your voice. You crouched down in front of her, placing your arms on her thighs and your chin on your forearm to show you weren't under his control again.
"You can take it off," She hesitated at first, but eventually pressed some buttons to release the tight helmet off her face. To say that she trusted you was an understatement. You had given her the red serum days ago, hoping that in time, you'd manage to escape with her. She reached up, taking the helmet off and fiddling with it in her lap.
It was hard on her, the whole pretending to be under his control thing. But in order for you to make a plan for you to escape, both of you had to keep it together. That didn't mean that you'd stop being there for her, quite the opposite. The scar on her face was almost healed, yet some bumps and imperfections still remained, but it only made her more perfect for you.
You had gotten a hold of a drug that had helped her injured eye, making it look almost normal. Of course nobody was aware of it because no-one ever take off her mask apart from you and her. It was mostly for her, to make her feel better about herself whenever she saw her reflection.
You reached up, cupping her face and smiling gently, rubbing the skin on her jaw.
"Not long, I promise."
She sniffled, inhaling harshly to stop herself from crying. Her gaze connected to yours, but she soon looked away towards the ceiling, blinking rapidly.
"I don't know how long I can do this for," She whispered, trying to avoid eye contact. You didn't know what to respond with. You had apologised countless times for revealing her to the serum before you had a plan, but she assured you it wasn't your fault and that she was glad you did it so early. It was the training, and constant fear of someone finding out you weren't under control. The fear, once you escaped, of being found.
You could say, the only place you could be yourself is with each other. And you'd make sure that you'd escape with her.
"Did he send you in here? Why?" She asked, changing the subject while looking down at you with a frown. You only gave her a sympathetic smile before pulling out the memory stick, undoubtedly stored up with more training techniques.
She huffed, gripping her helmet tighter and lifting it to put over her head. Before she could though, you stopped her, taking the helmet and placing it beside the computer. Standing from your crouched position, you pulled her up, enveloping her shoulders in a tight embrace. It didn't take long
before she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you closer. You already had to stand on your toes to reach up to her, now with her arms around you, she was almost lifting you up.
Gently, she leaned down enough for your feet to be reaching the ground and hugged you tighter, placing her nose into the crook of her neck. You wished you could stay like this forever, in a embrace, in a safety you lacked in your life.
"Promise me something," She pulled away, wiping the tears that had cascaded down your cheeks gently.
You nodded. "Anything,"
"If you have to choose between you and me...you'll choose yourself." You weren't expecting that, and you didn't know what she was talking about. You shook your head, brows furrowed in confusion.
"What? No- Anything but that- I- No."
She smiled, cupping your face delicately in her hands.
"Promise me. Whatever happens, you'll choose your life over mine." No. But you couldn't tell her that, because if you did she'd try and persuade you otherwise
"Okay,"
Of course that was a lie. You'd never do such a thing. She was so important to you. And maybe a part of you knew she could see through your lie, but the same part was hoping otherwise. You wanted her to be safe, that was all it was about from the beginning. Setting her free, like she deserved to be.
She nodded, turning to grab her helmet so you could put the memory stick into her head to install more fighting techniques. Dreykov would know if you didn't do it, so you had no choice.
He walked into the room. He'd usually say something, usually greeted you sarcastically, knowing you couldn't respond. Today, he walked in, staring deep into your soul with arms crossed. You felt your heartbeat quicken but your face remained emotionless. There was no way he would of known, right? Unless Antonia showed him and told him everything, there was no way he could know.
"My daughter..." He started, still staring at you. "Did you know half her face had healed?"
You didn't move, knowing you weren't allowed to respond.
"And her chemical subjugation had worn off." He walked closer, so much so that you could feel his breath on your neck.
"Have any information about that?" He gripped the back of your neck and you almost yelped with how hard he pulled you out the door with him. He was leading you towards Antonia's training room where loud yelps could already be heard.
You could two things. Continue pretending and wish for the best, or expose yourself now and try to kill him. You went with option one until you saw what was happening; Antonia sat on the floor, hands tied behind her back while a guard was kicking her stomach. She had her suit on, but it provided barely any protection.
She was hunched over in pain, grunting each time the guard connected his leg to her stomach.
"NO!" You jumped forward, out of Dreykov's grip in attempt to attack the guard but he was too quick, pinning you tot he ground as you tried to wriggle out of his grip.
"Leave her alone, take me!" Antonia groaned in protest, shaking her head as she tried to get up. The guard lifted you up, but in a moment of weakness, you kicked his feet from under him which made him effectively drop you and himself onto the ground. You punched his face, hitting him unconscious. You swiftly stood up, taking out your knife and cutting the ropes on Tonia's hands. She rubbed her wrists, both of you turning to Dreykov.
For once in your life you saw him second guess himself. He took a step back, holding firmly onto the edge of the desk where the computer was. He was quick to regain his composure, standing straight as if he remembered something he wasn't willing to share yet.
"You know as soon as you touch me, the alarm sounds and the widows will come after you, right?"
You scoffed, twirling the knife in your hand before starting to run at him. Tonia did the same thing, gripping her own weapon in her gloved hands. You ran until you reached him, the sudden adrenaline making you grip the knife that much tighter before it impaled his chest. But he stood there, as smug as
ever. It confused you. He was about to die, why was he happy? You got your answers a few moments later, when the knife got stuck in the air a few inches away from his body. Your brows furrowed, and you felt some type of force holding you back. Antonia felt it too, because something stopped her as well.
"What-"
"You see, smelling my pheromones prevents you from committing violence against me."
You grunted trying again but to no avail. His hand reached up and his finger touched your forehead, slowly moving downwards across your nose before he let his hand fall down back onto his side.
"Tell me, widow. How'd you get free?"
"Like I'd tell you shit,"
He let out a humorous laugh, walking around the desk to the other side. You followed, standing directly in front of him, the only thing between you and him was the desk. Antonia joined your side.
"Ah, my Antonia." He smiled at her. "I was so proud of you up until now-" Both her hands slammed on the desk; "Quit the bullshit,"
"I'm your father-"
"You'll never be my father..." She continued but you trailed off. It was so fucking obvious now. Your nerves. It wasn't the chemical subjugation that made it impossible for you to hurt him. It was the nerve in your nose. "...and if you think I'd ever consider you a father after this, you're so wrong-"
You didn't think twice. You placed both hands on the desk and smashed your nose into the wood. The horrid noise of bones cracking echoed through the room, both Tonia and Dreykov staring at you. You couldn't see her face since she was standing beside you but the look on Dreykov's made up for it. His eyes widened, the white in his eyes now very clear.
You inhaled through your broken nose, blood racing down your lips. It wasn't his cologne or his pheromones that you smelt. It was his fear. The dread he was feeling was almost satisfying, but the only thing that could give you the most content, would be punching it off his face.
"What did you do?" He asked, backing away from you.
"I severed the nerve." You jumped over the desk, landing a punch right in his jaw. The alarms sounded immediately, red flooding your vision but you didn't care. Just as his body fell, you fell with it, but just so your could hit him more. Your fists burnt from the impact, but it only seemed to want you to punch more.
"(Y/N), we have to go. The rest will be here soon," Your head snapped towards her voice. She was anxiously looking over to the door where dozens of widows would appear within the next minute. You looked back down at his body. He wasn't dead yet, but you wanted him to be. So, you stood, smiling down at his bloody face before kicking his jaw with your heel, effectively making him fall unconscious.
You and Tonia ran through what seemed like hundreds of red-lit corridors before you saw a door which lead outside. Problem was, you were thousands of feet into the air. You couldn't jump, but there was no other way.
"D'you trust me?"
You nodded, letting her grab your waist before opening the door and jumping out. Everything happened so fast; the wind hit your face and she cradled your head under her chin with her hand, the other hand secure on her waist.
It wasn't long before you reached ground. Tonia used the parachute that was hidden in her suit to land you to safety, which just turned out to be a massive field with no end.
"What now?" She asked, looking up at the almost invisible infrastructure hidden in the clouds.
"Now we live."
THE END
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