Summary: In 1944, you are sent by HYDRA to monitor the information sent to and from the Howling Commandos, but love and loyalty do not always come hand in hand.
Wordcount: 2,325
Warnings: TW - Guns, Threats, Talk of death and self-sacrifice, Angst
Notes: No use of (y/n); This has nothing to do with cigarettes
Last edited: 9th December 2025
The SSR had been infiltrated long before Zola.
The Howling Commandos had just retaken a HYDRA outpost in the countryside of France. It was a country crumbling from war, and HYDRA’s secrets lay beneath cobbled streets in a network of corruption. You were among those sent over by the SSR to assist with intelligence and translation.
‘Translation’.
In reality, you were there to ensure HYDRA’s darker secrets never saw daylight, to make sure that the SSR only knew what they were allowed to know. No matter how grim the secrets, the details didn’t matter to you, your mission was simply to keep an eye on the Americans. Armed with fake smiles and a false name, no one would suspect you.
Except the day you met the Howling Commandos - the day you met him - all of that seemed to fade into the background.
Bucky Barnes, without the bravado of the papers, not the dashing war hero. Just the man whose mind yearned for the shooting to stop and who dreamed of remembering true gentleness.
It started innocently. You weren’t expected to get close to anyone, you only needed to be close enough to know what they knew, to track their movements. You had always been good at that, blending into a crowd like cigarette smoke.
But Bucky didn’t let you fade into the background.
He’d get you burnt-tasting ration coffee when cold mornings had your breath fog in the air. He’d offer you his jacket when the snow fell, even if he was cold himself. He’d look at you with that soft smile of his lips when he thought you weren’t looking. Just the little things.
He noticed you. Noticed the way you were always deep in thought, the way you muttered in German under your breath as you translated.
“Didn’t know you spoke that much German,” he’d muttered with a crooked smile, handing you a warm thermos as you sat with cypher tables scattered in front of you.
“You’d be surprised what I know,” you’d answered flatly, and you meant it more than you wanted to.
Friendship buried itself somewhere where it didn’t belong, and you didn’t try to stop it. It felt natural, like it was simply inevitable.
Just as you decoded cyphers and translated documents, you began to see more in the way Bucky’s voice softened when he talked about his home and stayed during late-night translation sessions, even though he had no reason to.
“You don’t have to stay,” you had told him, eyes fixed on the papers in front of you, not daring to meet his gaze.
“No, but maybe I want to,” he had said.
That was the night you realised you’d stopped sending HYDRA full reports. You had left out certain movements. Locations. Names.
You didn’t know when exactly your loyalty had begun its slow, treacherous shift, but deep down somewhere you knew it had everything to do with him.
You fell for James Barnes. Quickly, quietly, completely.
And, damn him, he fell just as hard.
The ‘simple mission’ had gone from months to years slowly, but HYDRA was patient.
You and Bucky danced around something neither of you dare say during a war. It was too fragile, too precious.
They never questioned your loyalty, they really believed you were an SSR agent. And sometimes you almost convinced yourself too.
You became accustomed to hearing the radio static late at night, to documents in languages no one else knew, to lying through your teeth - both to the SSR and HYDRA.
Every day it got harder to send HYDRA half-truths, harder not to warn the Commandos when you knew something waited ahead. Harder not to choose them. Not to choose him.
One night, the two of you sat together by the dwindling fire outside, after Bucky had insisted you leave your desk and give your body a break from being hunched over papers.
The silence was comfortable, but gentle with something unspoken. His hair fell somewhat messily after a day of work, but somehow he still looked so perfect. You thought you had been watching him inconspicuously, but he turned to look at you with a smug look in his eyes.
You didn’t look away.
His shoulder brushed yours as you sat together, and neither of you could move. The warmth that radiated from him was so close, as though to reach out and touch him might just take you from the battlefield and to some perfect reality where everything was simpler.
“You ever think about what comes after?” he asked suddenly, and your brain took a moment to catch up.
“After the war?” you asked, watching his eyes closely as the smugness softened. He hesitated for a moment, then spoke again.
“I think about it when I look at you,” he said quietly, words gentle as though speaking them too loud would break something.
Your breath caught in your throat and there was simply nothing you could say.
It wasn’t a confession. Not quite. But it was close, dangerously so.
“James-” you whisper, your pulse quickening as you watched the flutter of his eyelashes as his gaze dropped briefly to your lips. Quickly, they flicked back up to meet your eyes again, as if embarrassed by his own thoughts that you could read so easily.
The moment stretched, gentle but sharp and dangerous.
If you leaned in... just a little-
But the truth sat heavy in your chest. In the darkness behind your eyelids you could see every lie, every deception, and your imaginings conjured the look of betrayal on his face when he inevitably found the truth.
There was no reality in which love was so simple.
So you pulled back slowly, just enough for him to notice the new space between you.
His expression faltered, but he too withdrew. He didn’t push, he simply let the moment pass - that moment you so desperately wanted to burn into your heart and never let go.
“Sorry,” he murmured softly, “long day... we should get some sleep.”
He stood and walked away, leaving the longing by the dying fire, letting you sit and wish you were someone else. Someone he deserved, someone who could love him.
One evening, after the boys were back from some mission - another HYDRA base, you could only assume - a sudden hush fell over the makeshift camp. There was an odd coolness lingering in the air that day, but now it only felt worse.
The static of the radio was loud in your ears before you shut off the device, hearing heavy boots on the snow outside your tent.
Steve burst in, oddly cautious. Behind him, Bucky followed and stopped frozen as he met your gaze.
You opened your mouth to speak but shut it again quickly once you saw the look on their faces. Then you frowned.
“What’s going on?” you tried, feigning confusion. Acting as though you didn’t know what was about to happen, praying to whatever god would listen that you were wrong.
Steve looked at you - analysed you - with such a guarded stance you almost winced.
“HYDRA have had a spy amongst us, we’ve suspected it for months. Data disruption, covert reporting... It’s you, isn’t it?” Steve said slowly, almost hesitantly.
“Tell me he’s wrong,” Bucky pleaded, taking a step forward.
You’d been trained for everything. To fight, to act, to take off and never be seen again. But nothing in the world could have prepared you for the pure, unfiltered panic in his voice.
But what could you do? Fight them? Lie more? Run? Your pulse rang loud in your ear and keeping yourself looking as though your world wasn’t falling apart around you was becoming harder by the second.
“Say something!” Bucky yelled, he was practically trembling.
But what was there to say?
You risked looking to him, to the fear and betrayal that you dreaded seeing on his face.
“I’m sorry,” you whisper, voice breaking as you try to speak, but Bucky’s eyes flared with anger.
“No!” He yelled, fear and anger and pain all swirling in his mind.
“I’m sorry-”
Bucky pulled the pistol from his holster, his knuckles white as he held the grip. His aim fixed on you.
“Buck...” Steve whispered as he quickly moved to hold Bucky’s shoulder, but he eased when he noticed Bucky’s finger didn’t dare go near the trigger.
“It’s okay,” you told Steve, offering him a weak smile of reassurance - but that meant very little now.
You simply sat there, pain burning the back of your throat, eyes stinging with tears you wouldn’t let gather.
“If you’re going to shoot me, just do it,” you said, forcing your breaths to remain even, pushing the emotion from your mind, “HYDRA will kill me for failing them. The SSR will kill me for betraying them.”
It was the truth and he knew it. The gun wavered in his grip as he held it tighter still, but his finger only stayed on the trigger guard.
“You lied to me,” he whispered, like the words physically hurt.
“I know.” you whispered, body tense.
“You used me.” he hissed through gritted teeth.
“I didn’t-”
“You betrayed me- God, how could you?” he asked, eyes pleading.
It was too personal. Not ‘the team’. Not ‘you betrayed us’. ‘You betrayed me’.
You watched every his every feature carefully, his stance, his body wound tight like his mind. This little world - this lie you let yourself believe in - was no more.
“I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you,” you murmured, letting the truth fall from your lips, with no reason left to lie.
Carefully, you stood and took a step forward, but the pistol was trained on you. Despite the trembling of his hands, he was still a well-trained soldier after all. Steve stood just behind his best friend, shield at the ready and eyes following every single movement either of you made.
“James…” you whispered softly. You only called him that when things got too real, when you wanted to avoid saying something, he knew that much. And your voice only made the betrayal dig that much deeper.
“Don’t. Move.” he bit, tears welling in his eyes that he daren’t blink, “I should pull the trigger for what you did. For what you are.”
The pure fear in his eyes, in his stance. Not fear of you... Fear for you.
“If it makes it easier, I won’t run.” you offer quietly, still standing as though there was no gun between the two of you.
“That doesn’t make it easier!” he yelled, the gun a heavy weight in his iron grip.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Damn it, why can’t I want to hurt you?” he asked, the war raging in his mind, betrayal painted across his expression.
“Because you love me.” the words were thick like a vile-tasting syrup stuck in your throat - words that should have been so sweet, that should have filled your heart with joy. That he loved you.
He squeezed his eyes shut. Silent tears slid down his cheeks and he winced as though the salt was burning his skin. The gun slipped lower, as though it weighed more than even his strength could bear.
“I can’t…” he choked out, “I can’t hurt you.”
Your voice was barely a whisper.
“I know.”
Steve placed a hand on Bucky’s arm, lowering the gun further.
“Who are you, really?” Bucky asked, eyes begging as he looked to you.
“A coward.” you said, fighting the deeply ingrained desire to run, to cry, to scream. You wanted to console him, to tell him that you were never loyal to HYDRA, but that would simply be lies upon lies. “Someone taught to steal and lie and trade truth for survival.”
“Someone who fell in love at the worst possible time,” you whispered, admitting nothing but the truth. And he could hear it, the honesty in your words
“Then why didn’t you tell me sooner?” he asked quietly.
“Because I couldn’t bear to see you look at me the way you’re looking now,” you said, tears finally welling in your eyes as you looked to him, but you didn’t dare let a single one fall.
“Be honest, just tell me,” he asked, taking a steadying breath. “Was any of it true? Any of it at all?” he all but begged, his voice raw.
“Yes.” you answered quickly, “Always, every moment we were together”
“I care about you far more than I should, but I can’t stop myself.” you whispered.
You slowly stepped closer, stepping past the gun in Bucky’s trembling hand until you were only inches away from him. Steve tensed but didn’t interfere.
You looked up at Bucky with a softness that you didn’t think possible to feel for someone. “You want to know who I am?”
He swallowed, eyes following you in confusion, “What?”
“My name, my real name-” you said as you leaned close to him. You whispered your name - your true name - against his ear, letting the soft breath drift over his skin as though you hadn’t just put your very identity in his hands.
It was the only piece of yourself you had left to give.
You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek as you pulled back. Barely there, just a touch of your lips against skin turned pale from shock.
You stood still as you watched the war raging in his mind, still standing close as his grip adjusted on the pistol.
“Go.” he said suddenly, “Before they find you.”
He looked at you as though memorising every single feature, watching as your eyes widened slightly - in disbelief or reluctance, you didn’t know and it didn’t matter.
“Bucky-” you say quietly, wanting this moment to stretch into eternity. Because you knew you will never see him again.
“GO!” he yelled, tears still falling down his cheeks as you turned and ran from the tent, away from the camp, through the snow, never looking back.
✭ summary : Hydra created a mastermind unlike none other with intellects only the greatest individuals could possess they combined that with their new advanced version of the super solider serum, and thus a ghost was born.
✭ authors note : I’ve noticed that I’ve been doing lots of requests and haven’t had time to update some of the series I’ve always posted on here so here part 9 of this story
✭ chapter 9 : the chase
✭ hydra prized creation masterlist
Life had taken a turn for the better for (Y/N) in the months since she had found refuge within New York. She had managed to keep a steady job at a the cafe, where her warm smile and friendly demeanor had quickly made her a favorite among the regulars. Despite the newfound sense of safety, the shadow of her past still loomed over her, leaving her perpetually wary.
One sunny afternoon, (Y/N) left work early since the owner had left early due to a family emergency, and so she had began the walk back to her apartment. The bustling city streets were alive with activity, yet an uneasiness still clung to her. She felt eyes on her, an unnerving sensation that had become all too familiar. The paranoia was a constant reminder of the hold Hydra had once had on her.
As she quickened her pace, the footsteps behind her seemed to match hers. Panic surged through her veins, and she broke into a run, heart pounding in her chest. The footsteps persisted, echoing in her ears like a haunting melody. She glanced over her shoulder, the fear driving her forward.
"Wait! Hold on!" a voice called out from behind her.
But (Y/N)'s mind was gripped by the thought of Hydra agents pursuing her once again. She didn't slow down, her heart racing, until strong hands gently grabbed her shoulders, halting her escape.
As she turned to scream, her eyes widened, and her voice caught in her throat. Before her stood a man, his blue eyes filled with concern. Recognition struck her like a bolt of lightning—Steve Rogers, the one they called Captain America.
"I'm so sorry if I scared you," Steve said, his voice sincere. "You dropped these." He held out a pair of headphones, a sheepish smile on his lips.
(Y/N)'s heart was still racing, her panic slowly subsiding as reality sunk in. She took the headphones, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I thought... I thought you were someone else."
Steve's expression softened. "I can imagine. I shouldn't have approached you like that."
She nodded, her cheeks burning. "It's okay… I'm still a bit jumpy I guess.”
"I understand," Steve replied, his voice gentle. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
(Y/N) offered a small smile, her nerves beginning to settle. "Thank you for returning these. And, um, sorry for running away like that."
Steve chuckled softly. "No need to apologize. I should have been more careful."
As they stood on the bustling sidewalk, (Y/N)'s tension continued to ease. The presence of someone like Steve, a symbol of hope and protection, had a way of comforting her. She glanced down at the headphones in her hand and then back at him.
"I appreciate it, really," she said, her voice sincere. "And sorry for... well, overreacting."
Steve's smile was warm and understanding. "No harm done. Just glad everything's okay."
With a nod and a shy smile, (Y/N) turned to continue her walk back home. As she walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief—relief that not everyone was a threat.
(Y/N)'s heart was still racing from the encounter, but a newfound sense of calm settled over her as she realized she wasn’t in any real danger. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the city streets.
As she approached her small apartment building, a thought crossed her mind. She had been so taken aback by the encounter that she hadn't properly thanked Steve for returning her headphones. With a newfound sense of determination, she decided to extend an invitation.
"Um, excuse me," she said, turning to face Steve, who was walking a few paces behind her just about to leave and head off most likely towards his own home.
He smiled warmly. "Yes?"
"I know it's a bit sudden, but would you like to come over to my place? I'd like to show my appreciation for, you know, returning my headphones."
Steve's blue eyes twinkled with amusement. "You don't have to do that. But if you're sure..."
(Y/N) nodded, a shy smile on her lips. "I am. It's the least I can do."
With a nod, Steve agreed, and they continued their walk to her apartment building. Once they arrived, (Y/N) led him up the flights of stairs to her small unit. She unlocked the door and gestured for him to enter.
As Steve stepped inside, he looked around the modest space. The apartment was sparsely furnished, with a few basic pieces of furniture and little decoration. His gaze caught a glimpse of the almost empty shelves, and his curiosity got the better of him.
"It looks like you've just moved in," Steve commented, his voice gentle.
(Y/N) followed his gaze, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Yeah, I have. I've been saving up for things to fill the place, but it's been a slow process."
Steve turned to her, his expression sympathetic. "I didn't mean to pry."
She smiled, trying to hide her self-consciousness. "It's okay. I'm just glad I have a roof over my head."
As they stood in the small living room, (Y/N) couldn't help but notice Steve's eyes lingering on the lack of furnishings. She cleared her throat, feeling the need to explain.
"I promise, it's not always this bare," she said with a light laugh. "I'm working on making it feel more like home."
Steve's smile was understanding. "I think it already feels cozy."
(Y/N) felt a warmth spread through her at his words. It was strange, having someone in her space, but Steve's presence felt oddly comforting. She led him to the small kitchen area and offered him a seat.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.
"Just water is fine, thanks," he replied.
As she fetched glasses of water, she couldn't help but think about how unexpected this turn of events was. She had invited Steve over out of gratitude, but now she found herself hoping that the evening would be a chance to get to know him better.
As they sat and chatted about their respective experiences, (Y/N) felt a growing sense of connection. Steve's presence was easygoing, and he shared stories from his past that made her feel like she wasn't alone in her struggles. The apartment, once bare and empty, began to feel warmer with each passing moment.
As the evening drew to a close, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance encounter and the unexpected friendship that had blossomed from it. With a smile, she looked at Steve and said, "Thank you for coming over, Steve. You didn’t have too but I appreciate it.”
His smile was genuine, his eyes warm. "It was my pleasure. I'm glad I could help."
As Steve left her apartment that night, (Y/N) felt a newfound sense of hope. Though her past had been filled with darkness and uncertainty, the presence of someone like Steve Rogers reminded her that there were good people in the world—people willing to extend a hand of kindness, and perhaps even become a part of the brighter future she was working toward.
Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Warnings: Language. Mentions of human experimentation. Man, there’s some things to unload but I ain’t even sure what needed to be unloaded.
(A/N: This chapter is kinda like half filler, half actual continuation. I’m trying to wrap my head around the plot I want but it ain’t acting all gucci, yanno.)
(A/N 2: Interactions between Strucker and reader are in German, with the twins it’s Slovak in place for Sokovian. Otherwise, everything is English or Russian.)
< CHAPTER 7 CHAPTER 9 >
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It was like déjà vu.
But it was now merely a routine. You would almost swear that they kept this room just for you and only you. If you were to find yourself in a different situation, you would’ve felt quite honoured.
Heavy duty chains keep your hands atop and connected to the table before you, the chair uncomfortable but nothing you can’t put to the back of your mind.
You know they’re watching you. Why else would they put you in the damn room with a one-way mirror again? You feel their eyes on you, their glares are burning holes through you. God, they really fucking hate you.
“Nat’s still out cold,” Steve speaks with a certain air surrounding him as he steps into the observation room with the others, just a wall and one-way mirror separating them from you. “Bruce is still with her and Wanda’s refusing to leave her side.”
“Why’d you think she brought her back?” Tony asked, to now on in particular, his arms crossed over his chest, his one hand slightly rubbing his chin in thought.
“Probably fucking with us,” Clint quietly seethed, his own arms crossed over his chest, his demeanour, though, is a lot darker than those that surround him. “Who the hell knows what kind of sick foreplay this is.”
“I don’t think this is some weird sex game, Barton,” Bucky retorted unhelpfully.
A silence settled over the group of men in the observation room, the group itself consisting of Fury, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Clint, Lewis, and Thor; the team thought it best to leave the male Maximoff away from yourself, knowing he wouldn’t be at his most collected when faced before you, someone who had harmed his dear sister.
The room was filled with a tension so thick it was suffocating, as if each man had climbed the highest mountain and the lack of oxygen was severely affecting each breath in and out. Their heads felt heavy, as if drugged, but they knew if they were to be tested right now, no such toxin would show on the results.
Silence. It was deafening. They were waiting, for what, they weren’t entirely sure. Maybe they were trying to formulate some structured sentence that’ll help their situation, maybe they were not so patiently waiting for you to finally speak up.
You had been silent the moment you had shown up. When they tore Natasha from your arms, when they forced you to the ground and restrained to which you put up no fight against, when they escorted you to the same interrogation room you had stuffed into the first day you had revealed yourself to the group of Earths mightiest heroes.
Silence.
Lewis’ leg was bouncing slightly as he stood, the nail of his thumb caught nervously between his teeth as he looks directly at you through the glass, blocking everybody else within the room out of his mind as he steels his nerves.
‘Fuck it.’
Removing his thumb from his mouth, he straightens his spine to an unbelievably stiff position and clears his throat.
“I wanna talk to her.”
The men in the room with him look towards O’Connor, some with bewildered looks, others with concern.
“You sure you wanna do that, kid?” Sam asks as he eyes the young man.
“Definitely.” Without waiting for a response, he pulls the door open and passes through, the door automatically slowly swinging close behind him.
Its only two steps before he’s before the door that leads into the room, you’re held in. with a quick nod of his head, he opens the door, pushing it open and revealing himself to you, to which you hardly acknowledge, going back to staring straight at your hands after barely sparing him a glance.
He steps in, this door also closing behind him. Another step and he’s finally in view of the men in the observation room behind the mirror. Another step and he’s directly stood in front of you, staring you down.
There’s a pause afterwards, not a single sound, not even a movement so miniscule. Everything is stilled.
Until it wasn’t.
“Hello, O’Connor.”
Lewis sucks in a breath.
“How’s the arm?”
His jaw clenches. “What’s your angle?” He ignores your question. “What exactly are you planning? Why bring her back? Why tell us ahead of time?”
Each question of his own was met with silence. You gave nothing away, not even a single twitch in your eye or a small quirk of your eyebrow, not a fidgeting finger, a flexing muscle, a tensing, a clench. Nothing. You. Gave Nothing.
Lewis breathes in deeply before pulling the chair opposite you out slowly before lowering himself down on to it, never taking his eyes off of you.
“I meant it when I said that I’m sorry for what I had to do to you,” you spoke lowly. You raise your eyes up to meet his. “You weren’t my mission; you were an innocent compared to HYDRA’s targets.” You leant back in your seat before continuing. “And like I said, you seem like a good kid.”
Lewis, along with the others who watched and listened in, were shocked to hear, what they can only call for the time being as, your admission. HYDRA would only see him and the other agents you attacked that day as collateral. HYDRA doesn’t care about collateral, let alone apologise to those they considered collateral.
It threw them all for a loop.
“We can trust anything you say,” Lewis claims whilst shaking his head.
A short chuckle escapes you and you relax further into the chair. “A wise decision. Maybe you should be leading S.H.I.E.L.D.”
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Natasha’s eyes slowly fluttered open, but rather than cringe and close her eyes tightly shut as the bright, white lights above her like most would, she left them be, as if the burning sensation was welcomed.
She appeared numb and if it wasn’t for Wanda stepping back into the room after a quick bathroom break, they probably would have had no sigh she had woken.
Wanda looked wide-eyed at the red head in the med-bay bed, dropping her glass of water to the floor, not caring it shattered on impact. She raced forward and reached Natasha quickly, leaning over to peer down at the older woman.
“Natasha? Can you hear me? Do you know where you are?” With no response from the red head, just a vacant, blank stare, Wanda looks towards the door and calls Bruces’ name loudly and rushed, a hint of desperation in her tone.
“Friday, get Banner here now,” she calls out urgently as a precaution if he hadn’t heard her own verbal calls of help.
Natasha continued to lay there silently, her gaze trained on a single panel in the ceiling in a daze, a trance, unintentionally so. Her stare was blank, emotionless.
Bruce had stormed through the doors quickly two members of the medical staff hot on his heels. The two donned in white coats came and checked her vitals and observed monitors as Bruce stepped up beside Natasha.
“Natasha, can you hear me?”
He was met with no response.
“Do you know where you are? Who we are? What happened?”
Silence.
“Natasha?” Wanda called out softly, tentatively.
The red head that laid in the bed akin to one found in a hospital slowly turned her head and for the first time, something shone in her eyes, which was made much more apparent in the tone of her voice when she finally uttered quietly, “I want to see them.”
Pain, sadness, hurt.
Wanda side glanced Bruce before looking at her sympathetically. “Nat, you need to rest. We need to focus on your-“
“I need to see them.”
Wanda looked to Bruce for some help, maybe an answer. She had hoped that he would try talk some sense into the ex-assassin but all Bruce did was release a heavy sigh after watching Natasha for a long moment, his glasses pushed up as he closes his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He made to leave, calling over his shoulder to the small medical team that were present in the room. “Make sure she’s cared for and her vitals are all running smoothly in my absence, please.”
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Wanda stormed out after the doctor through the doors and down the hallway, the heels on her boots hitting hard against the smooth floor. “Bruce, you cannot be serious.” It seemed when the witch was pissed, her accent shined through.
“Look, Wanda,” the man who had infamously messed with gamma radiation started with a tired sigh. “The first thing she’s even said was about seeing them,” he sneered out slightly. “If we monitor their interaction, it might actually give us some insight as to what the hell went on when she was gone for nearly 3 weeks. Only so much can tell us want damage has been done and if Natasha won’t speak of it to us, we’ll have to settle for what we can get our hands on.”
The Sokovian grasped his arm tightly and pulled to spin him to face her, a red flicker dancing along the edges of her iris. “So, we just give them a chance to manipulate her and us further?”
“Listen, I don’t exactly like it either but like I said, we need to take what we can get.” He gently pried his arm from her hold. “This could be one of the only opportunities we have for a long, long time.”
Maximoff scoffed and walked past him, prompting him to catch up. “I’d love to watch your plan somehow get approved by Fury,” her tone laced with sarcasm.
“Yeah, me too,” the scientist muttered quietly to himself.
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Well, this was an interesting turn of events.
Were you injured? Surely not. Why would they care to tend to your wounds, anyways? No, they’d rather see you fall ill, to slowly get worse with each passing day until you die in your own piss and shit and blood.
They were taking you to her.
Honestly, you couldn’t blame them for the multitude of precautions they’ve taken this time round. After last time, it was a smart call.
You’d be surprised if an army of so-called gods would be able to get out of the bonds they have on you, if they would be left unscathed and breathing if they shot even half the bullets from the guns that lined the walls to watch you.
You were still pretty certain that the one they call Thor was just some pretty jumped-up blonde boy who somehow spiked everyone with some strong acid or MDMA. Maybe a dash of героин. Maybe. (Heroin.)
They had moved the red head to a chair just in front of her bed, probably due to her request. She looked towards the window, past the city and towering buildings to longingly gaze upon the vanishing horizon, right where the sky and earth meet.
Guards had roughly pushed you down into the seat that was opposite to her own chair, albeit nearly a rooms length between you both.
Then, they just left. Just like that.
Quick, quiet, simple.
Leaving nothing in the room but the two of you and the furniture and equipment that had already been in the room.
It was Natasha’s request that the two of you would be left by yourselves, everyone finally agreeing once Natasha had turned around and promised to tell them everything that she knows of what had happened when they were separated from each other after her meeting with yourself.
She had even somehow convinced them that they weren’t to watch or listen in, hoping that maybe, just maybe, you’ll tell her exactly what she needs to know, and truthfully, with the knowledge that no one would be there to witness any admissions but herself.
And now, here you were.
The two of you, alone once more.
“Y’know?” She quietly started as she slowly turned her gaze away from the window and towards your figure. “I actually had believed you when you told me you wanted help, that you wanted to leave HYDRA behind; to become you again.”
“I may fear that it is no longer a lie, my sweet Natalia,” you uttered softly.
A humourless chuckle escaped her. “Why’d you bring me back?”
Ah. Straight to the point.
Clearing your throat, you finally looked her in the eye. “Because I no longer know what to believe. HYDRA and my supposed memories tell me one thing, what I believed were the truth, but, seeing you in such a state...I am not quite sure whether what’s in my mind is as accurate as I was told to believe.
“Something inside of me, something deep, hidden away, buried, мертва, it was telling me that I should not trust the people who had told me such stories.” (Dead.)
“And how’d I know you aren’t lying to me? Again?”
You snorted softly. “You are the avengers, no? Surely Earths mightiest heroes have some way of telling who tells the truth and who spouts fibs. I thought that маленькая ведьма of yours could swim in another’s head, mind, thoughts.” (Little witch.)
Natsha sat quietly as she allowed her mind to take a moment and think things through. You had a point, Wanda could certainly see into anyone’s head, even manipulate things at her will if she were to wish it, but would she be able to tell if you were being truthful? To sleuth out your thoughts and feelings to even hint to what you were saying was anything far from a lie?
With as much discretion that she could possibly produce, she pressed the call button she hid inside her pocket, the hoodie loose on her body to give her some heat.
It was agreed upon that Natasha would press it if she needed someone to come in. and soon enough, a person walked through the door, a handful of agents. They walked over towards you, beginning to grab a hold of you and pull you up, thinking that’s what the avenger in the room wished for.
“Don’t.” The one-word command had the agents freeze for a moment =, all sharing looks before releasing you and stepping back, standing straight. “I need Wanda. Bring Maximoff here ASAP.”
“Yes, Agent Romanoff,” an agent spoke up before leading the others back out of the room.
You quirk an eyebrow up at the red head. “So the little witch does know some tricks.”
“Shut it,” Natasha snapped. “Not one more peep out of you until Maximoff gets here. Got it?”
“Yes, ma’am.” You leaned back in your seat as Natasha sent you a warning look.
It was a short but silent wait, and although it only took one half of the Sokovian duo a handful of minutes to get back to the medbay, it felt immensely dragged out.
The witch with powers of scarlet colour passed through the doors, walking straight towards Natasha, glaring at you the entire way. “Wanda,” Natasha addressed.
“Yes?”
“I need a favour.”
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“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Wanda asked quietly one last time to the red head, an uneasy look on her face.
“I’m sure. Please. I need to know if they’re telling the truth.”
“What if you don’t like what I have to tell you?”
“Then I’ll deal with it. Like I always have done.”
“Okay,” Wanda muttered softly before stepping towards you, still sat in the chair, waiting quietly like a child waiting to be seen by their principal. “Hold still,” Wanda scornfully commented as she raised her hands and allowed the red mist-like wisps swirls and dance between and along her fingers, taking one last step closer to your still sitting form.
Once close, she allowed the red wisps to expel from her hands and graze your temple, almost dispersing like smoke from a blown-out candle when it barely tickles the first layer of skin.
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“Это была ловушка! Мы должны уйти!” You yell out to Natalia, the corner of the hallway protecting you from the barrage of bullets flying towards your body. (It was a trap! We have to leave!)
“У нас нет места. Мы должны подождать. Сейчас не время.” You look at the red head and puff out a large breath before shooting towards the enemy once more as Natalia reloads her gun once more. (We haven't got an opening. We have to wait. Now isn't the time.)
Chancing a small breather, you duck back behind the wall. A moment. A single moment. That was all it took for you to think up of something, anything, to get her out. To get you both out. Your eyes scan the area like a mad man.
There it is.
“Наталья,” you call to your partner. (Natalia.)
“Что это?” She responds, still unloading her clip at the enemy. (What is it?)
“Я могу дать нам возможность, вы просто должны слушать, что я говорю,” you start. “Это не сработает, если вы не будете следовать моим инструкциям. Понимаете?” (I can give us an opening, you just have to listen to what I say.) (It will not work if you don't follow my instructions. Understand?)
With a nod of understanding, you begin to explain your plan as quickly as you can seeing as your situation did not give you much time to do so.
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“Наталья, нет!” Of course, your little fox had never been one to listen to what you say, now deviating from the plan you had set up, causing the explosion that knocked you backwards and the ceiling to collapse atop of you. (Natalia, no!)
“Y/N!” Natalia calls as she climbs over the rubble, coughing as the dust and smoke quickly begins to fill the area, a large fire slowly growing bigger and bigger the more she searches.
You could faintly hear her voice, it sounds distant and it’s all overtaken by a loud ringing. There’s a burning scent in the air but your brain doesn’t cooperate and fails to register the on-goings around you.
Natalia’s voice has now left your ears, and then it clicks.
She’s leaving you. She’s left you.
You don’t know how long it took you, but your eyes had finally opened, a weak attempt is all that keeps them open.
Past the rubble and concrete and debris, you see the back of her form, her red hair. Her back is turned towards you as she walks away.
“Наталья,” you call out, yet she continues to walk away. (Natalia.)
She walks away, and walks, and walks, and walks.
And she’s gone.
She really left you.
Gone without a second thought.
“Mаленький лисенок,” you call louder. (Little fox.)
“Предатель.” (Traitor.)
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“Wie heißt du?” Strucker questioned your tired, sweaty body. It felt like molten lava slowly, painfully pushing through your veins. (What is your name?)
“Geist.” Your voice was monotone, void of emotion, like a machine. (Ghost.)
You had been unexpectantly resistant and unresponsive to HYDRA’s brainwashing. Until recent. The first success had been when you responded like the good soldier they were moulding you to become.
Much like the Winter Soldier, you had undergone similar procedures, minus the cryogenic sleep; the electroconvulsive therapy and the intense conditionings were something you had still been subjected to.
And, like the Winter Soldier, you were also given a selection of words, triggers, a key to unlock the asset, Ghost.
Strucker allowed an evil smirk to grace his face, if you were in the right mind set, you’d think it was truly a sickening sight. “Genau. Und was ist Ihre Aufgabe, assets?” (That's right. And what is your purpose, asset?)
“Um als HYDRA-Befehle zu tun.” (To do as HYDRA commands.)
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“Ah, Soldat, ich habe eine Mission für Sie,” Strucker spoke, his hands clasped behind his back as he walked the room. You stood stiff and straight, your hands clasped behind your own back as you listen to Strucker list off each and every detail of the mission, whom the targets were, the plan. (Ah, soldier. I have a mission for you.)
It had only been a few months since the attack on New York HYDRA had quickly taken to realise just the threat these new heroes may pose for them, considering they had fought against one a handful of decades ago.
As Strucker had listed off who the biggest priorities of the mission are, you tensed at the name that fell past his lips. Natalia Romanova, now being addressed as Natasha Romanoff. You wanted to desperately snort at the ridiculous similarities between the names but, that wasn’t you anymore.
The memories of the woman leaving you there to burn amongst the rubble and debris, making it all the more easier for you to comply with the orders given to you.
Maybe you should leave her to burn this time round.
“Sie haben Ihre Befehle. Sie werden gut daran tun, dem Plan treu zu bleiben. Mache ich mich klar, Soldat?” He came to a stop before you, watching you with a scrutinising gaze. (You have your orders. You will do well to stay true to the plan. Do I make myself clear, soldier?)
“Ja, Kommandant.” (Yes, commander.)
“Wegtreten.” He took a step backwards away from your form. “Heil HYDRA.” (Dismissed.) (Hail HYDRA.)
“Heil HYDRA.”
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You were there, always watching, overseeing, observing. Just like how you were commanded.
“Who the hell is Bucky?” you hear through the audio provided with the security footage of the Winter Soldiers interaction with the captain.
He was doing well.
But your eyes, they constantly drifted to another screen, always with a picture of the same damn red head. Your mind didn’t even register the other man the two had been with. He wasn’t a target. Not yet, at least.
“Finden Sie eine Öffnung. Wenn Sie können, helfen Sie dem Agenten da raus,” you order into your earpiece, your voice distorted from the mask you were. (Find an opening. When you can, assist the asset out of there.)
With a further cufuffle between the two, the Winter Soldier took his leave, HYDRA operatives hiding nearby with transport to bring the Winter Soldier back in. Removing the earpiece, you stand away from the screens, chair being pushed back.
Your jaw clenches when you see the red head on screen once more and after a few moments longer of watching, you turn and leave the room.
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“Du sollst über unsere neuen Gäste wachen. Verstehst du deine Befehle?” Strucker spoke with List stood not far behind. You peer at the two men through the slit of the mask where your eyes are located, still shrouded by a dark material. (You are to watch over our new guests. Do you understand your orders?)
“Ja, Kommandant.” (Yes, commander.)
The two men left, leaving you with the two Sokovian civilians who had so willingly volunteered themselves. A young boy and girl. You watched them carefully through the mask and stepped forward, the two flinching back slightly.
Looking down towards their hands, you could easily see how they tried to hide how they held on to each other tightly. Lovers? No, something…different. Siblings? More than likely.
"To je v poriadku," you hear the small girl speak in Sokovian. “"Robíme správnu vec. Budeme v poriadku." (It’s okay.) (We’re doing the right thing. We’ll be okay.)
"Čo si pre seba?" You ask, spooking the two with your distorted voice sounding all the sudden. Although, it was probably more surprising to them that you had spoken Sokovian. (What are you to each other?)
"Prepáčte?" The male of the two spoke this time, almost sounding defensive. He tried to square his shoulders and puff out his chest. (Excuse me?)
"Čo si pre seba?" you repeated taking a step forward. “Nevyzeráš ako milenci.” (What are you to each other?) (You don’t seem like lovers.)
The young girl stepped up in front of her brother, placing a soothing hand on his upper arm. He looked down at her questioningly. “He is my brat.” She took a cautious step toward you, looking up at the mask, as if trying to look you directly in the eye. “I am Wanda. This,” he nods her head to her brother. “Is Pietro.” (Brother.)
You allow your eyes to scan between the two before nodding.
“Sedieť. Jesť. Budete potrebovať svoju energiu, keď budete pripravení začať.” You move to stand near the door and fall into a silence that had been natural to you for years. (Sit. Eat. You will need your energy when they are ready to begin.)
Both Wanda and Pietro looked towards the table against the left wall of the room which had two small portions of food that in all honesty, did not look appetising. But Wanda still looked back towards you, she smiled, feeling only slightly comforted. “Thank you.”
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“Das ist nicht deine Mission. Verstehst du, Soldat?” Strucker yelled loudly. (This is not your mission. Do you understand, soldier?)
The Avengers have finally arrived in Sokovia to take back the tesseract. The HYDRA base is in a flurry of agents and operative, scientists and soldiers. The twins were out dealing with the Avengers, but they would not be able to hold them for too long, one will slip by the pair.
“Sie haben mich zu ihrem Betreuer ernannt, Kommandant. I-“ Strucker cut you off with angrily slamming his fist down on to the desk in front of him, glaring at you harshly. This had been only one of the few occasions you had tried to talk back against himself or any superior within HYDRA. (You have appointed me their handler, commander. I-)
“Wenn die Avengers Wind davon bekommen, wer du bist und was deine Mission ist, wird es scheitern,” he started. “Gehen Sie jetzt und setzen Sie Ihre Mission fort, Soldat. Verstanden?” (If the Avengers catch wind of who you are and what you're mission is, it will fail.) (Leave now and continue your mission, soldier. Understood?)
Clenching your jaw, you glance at the window, even though you cannot see the twins. Something inside of you had grown fond of them, the young duo. As much as HYDRA had put them through, you could still see the small glimpses of who they were before experimentation began.
With reluctance, you finally answered.
“Ja, Kommandant.” (Yes, commander.)
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It seemed as though the connection was slowly losing, not from any reluctance from your end, but from a fatigue quickly forming within Wanda.
She felt…confused?
Now it had clicked in place as to why she seemed to recognise what you called her, since during her time at HYDRA, you had called her the same name once her powers had developed. Just two little Russian words. The only Russian she had known.
маленькая ведьма.
Little witch.
Her powers hold had slipped away, and your mind finally felt less crowded.
You knew what she had seen. She had not only seen a few key points of your time just before and during your time with HYDRA, she had also watched her memories, simply from your point of view. Something that she didn’t think would occur. If only she had realised it was you sooner.
“Natasha,” Wanda croaked.
The red head walked towards the with a weary step, looking at the expression on the witch’s face.
“We need to talk.”
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bruh this was bad lmao
I’m hoping my writing gets better because my brain did NOT cooperate
Anyways
How would you all like the series to end?
Like a romantic sacrifice?
Or just straight up angst?
Happy ending?
What you peeps feeling?
I know how I want it to end
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Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Warnings: Shitty writing (that’s about it lmao.)
Words: 1,089 (short chapter to somewhat keep everyone satisfied.)
The red head questioned the young Sokovian girl when left alone, the collective of agents returning you back to your holding cell, which let’s face it, didn’t do a great job at holding you the first time round.
It was evident that after the witch had entered your mind and seen whatever it could be, that she needed to inform the woman who stood within the same room all through out.
“маленькая ведьма. You have heard them address me as this, yes?” (Little witch.)
Natasha nodded.
“There was someone, when we, Pietro and I, first joined with HYDRA, allowing them to experiment on us; there was someone, tall, fit build, shrouded by a mask and dark clothes.” The witch began to slowly pace, her teeth worrying her bottom lip ever so gently between sentences. “They were so kind,” she said softly, sounding defeated as she lowered herself into a chair.
Natasha slowly moved to kneel before Wanda, her hands timidly placed on her knees as she tried to look up into her eyes. “You need to explain it to me, Wanda. What are you talking about?”
Wanda breathed in and exhaled shakily as her eyes shut for a moment, trying to regain at most, a little of her composure. Feeling calm enough, she opened her eyes and connected her gaze with Natasha’s.
“They cared for us. They- They looked after us, after me. I never knew who it was.” Her eyes began to well up with tears. “There was always a small part of me that believed I would see them again, and I did; at that first encounter at that base all that time ago.”
Natasha recoiled, like she had been slapped. Her brows furrowed and her head shook slightly. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Wanda tried to grasp the ex-assassins’ hands as she desperately tried to explain her reasons, but Natasha had still pulled away, standing up and turning her back on the Sokovian. “I- I wanted to say something, that I knew them! But so much had been going on and I thought that if I spoke of it, it would only hurt you more! I could feel your pain! I could not add to it-“
“But you have!” The red head interrupted in a shout. “Do you feel any of my pain now? What difference does it make telling me now rather than earlier other than this- this feeling of betrayal, this hurt!”
Wanda chocked out a sob, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and clamping a hand over her mouth as tears streaked down her cheeks. Natasha looked down at the girl sobbing in the chair with a sinking feeling, one that creates an ache in her heart.
“I’m so sorry…” Wanda whimpers out.
“Get out.”
Not wanting to upset her further, Wanda stood and slowly made her way to the door of the med room Natasha was currently staying in, her whole body shaking. Natasha refused to look at her, only using the sound of her footsteps as any indicator that she finally left, a handful of tears making their way down her own face.
Now by the door, Wanda took one last broken glace towards Natasha before opening the door and leaving through it, allowing it to close inch by inch on its own until shut.
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Once again, you sat deathly silent within the walls of the compound. Waiting, and waiting. Only this time, you were not waiting for a chance to escape.
And so, you wait, and wait, and wait.
And as you wait and wait and wait, the door before you finally slides open, two armed agents walking beside a recently distraught little witch.
You see her puffy red eyes, the lump in her throat she still tries to rid herself of the tousled hair she tried to rearrange just moments before being led down into the basement where they kept you.
The two agents stood by the door as Wanda continued further into the room until her stood mere inches away from the glass that separated you both.
Silence. Time passes, moments filled with complete and utter silence. Neither of you say a single word. It was more so an observation than a conversation. Right up until-
Her eyes closed as she breathes in deeply through her nose, her nostrils flaring for a short moment.
“You would not understand why, soldier,” she gritted out, the name of soldier being spoken with a small dose of hatred and sarcasm.
“It has something to do with Natalia, yes?” Silence. You would take that as a yes. “I am sorry, маленькая ведьма. I am also sorry that I had hurt you back at the museum, I did not want to see you in such a state. And for the time I was sent away from Sokovia without either you or your brother. I had wished to stay and protect you.” (Little witch.)
“But you didn’t,” she said, a tone similar to anything void of emotion. “You left, you followed orders, because that is all you do. You’re a soldier, a puppet.”
“That is not true маленькая ведьма-“
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” Her voice was raised to an angered yell, red wisps of energy shot out in all directions, all originating from her own figure. “What is really, truly inside that mind of yours?”
Her hand raised, a cold look in her eye, crimson dancing in her iris’ and between her fingers. “Let’s take a look.”
She stepped forward with the intention to pass the glass and enter your mind with malicious intent but the door bursting open and a collective of the Avengers had interrupted, Vision wrapping his arms around the witches own and torso whilst Steve stepped before her, looking into her eyes and trying to reason that this wasn’t the way.
Through it all, you sat silently, a feeling of guilt pooling within you once more. You had hurt a lot more people than you realised.
Your mind was abuzz as the few coaxed Wanda out of the room and further and further away from you, all whilst she had begun to break down sobbing once more.
Pietro had taken Wanda from Vision’s hold, wrapping his arms around his sister as he and the others guided her away. He didn’t fail to give you a long and hardened glare as he did so.
This was going to be harder than you initially thought.
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This wasn’t going to be the full chapter
I did plan on writing more
But I feel so bad for keeping people waiting, y’know
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Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Warnings: Torture. Language. Angst. (I honestly dk so I guess lemme know)
(A/N: I know I haven’t really been posting but holy shit have I had to do about a thousand things a minute. Plus my hamster died this week so I was hella sad lmao.)
< Chapter 6 Chapter 8 >
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Deep down, the screaming and pained cries troubled you. They hurt you to your core and a part of you wished it would end already, for both yours and her sakes. You knew she wanted to escape, desperately so, but HYDRA hasn’t given her a single chance to find a way.
You obscure her vision with dark bags over her head and you carry her to and from the cell HYDRA holds her into the labs where, every day, they continue to break her down bit by bit. The carrying helps fuzz her mind of which direction you take, your movements ever always miniscule and hard to pick up, even when you walk at a faster than average pace and can move like no other with such speed and versatility.
The screams, her screams, they haunt you, even if you have possibly 2 hours a sleep a week or less; you receive no rest during that short period of time.
It had been 2 week, 4 days, 17 hours and 36 minutes since Strucker had thrusted upon you the responsibility of Natasha’s handler. The constant post of outside her room, the hand over of food and water, the carry like a child.
She was your responsibility.
Her hair, usually a brighter red, is dull and greasy due to not washing it. She refused. She looked broken enough as it is and the small part of you that still lingers in the back of your mind, the small part that HYDRA hadn’t been able to corrupt, it screams at you to help her.
You knew, you somehow knew, the memories they had altered were tainted. They told you that she had left you for dead, that she knew you still lived and breathed and had a sufficient flow of blood coursing through you and decided by her own will to leave you; that she never loved you, that she used you, that you were simply a thing holding her back.
And that when you were down for the count, slowly dying in the building on that mission that went royally tits up, she had seen an opportunity to be free, to leave you behind.
But they brainwashed that information into you, how she knew and how it was her fault for the mission in the first place going wrong was her doing for double crossing you and the KGB. That, in effect, ruined the memories you still had of her when you had woken up after the meticulous number of surgeries and procedures those dirty scientists had done on you.
You believed them, your brain believed them, your heart believed them.
You hadn’t wanted to, but the evidence was stacked up high against Natalia and her so called ‘love’ for you.
They built a burning rage inside of you against the red head. And it all worked out in their favour.
But that small part of you, the part that fights daily to prevail over each and every memory they had tainted, over this new persona they moulded you into to, knew that they lie. It claws at the back of your mind each time she screams, each time silent tears run down her face from the pain and the will to give up.
They’ve broken her, but not in the way they truly wanted.
They’ve broken her, and slowly, its breaking you too.
Your mind, overpowered by the brainwashing and the lies and the serum, can’t comprehend that empty feeling in your chest, that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, can’t comprehend the bile that fights its way up your throat.
Slowly, through those 2 week, 4 days, 17 hours and now 41 minutes, that small part of you that Natasha had always knew and loved and trusted bit away at the barricade HYDRA had built up enough for the old you to act out in your new body.
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“Are you tired yet, Miss Romanoff?” Strucker asked in a condescending tone.
Filth ridden clothes that were soaked with sweat adorned her body. The once vibrant red flowing locked atop her head were greasy and sticking to every inch of skin it could.
She looked tired. Oh so tired. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent yet she still held a steeled gaze full of determination.
She dignified the answer with no words.
Strucker chuckled darkly.
“Still as stubborn as a mare, I see.” He leant down to become level with her ear and the hot breath that hit the shell of it near made her skin crawl. “Every mare eventually becomes complacent and knows to follow instructions after a bit of…training.”
His smile was sadistic and although you hadn’t shown it, it annoyed you more than anything. Something deep within you wished to wipe that sickening smile off of his face.
He eyed you in his peripheral vision, looking at your form that stood to attention and as rigid as the soldier he known had created out of you for a few short seconds before turning his gaze to the those at the large control panel, giving them a singular nod before leaning back up and walking towards the exit.
“You’ll eventually squeal, Miss Romanoff,” Strucker called before passing through the doorway and allowing the door to close behind him.
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The time came where a handful of the soldiers that relieved you of those two hours to rest arrived and you knew, it was the time to act.
The hallways looked longer than usual, a stretch of plain walls and dirty concrete floor that could make anyone feel woozy and dizzy and downright sick; things always seemed longer when there was that ominous threat of death hanging in the air that only you would know about until the others caught on.
Your room was just as bland and lacklustre of colour as the rest of the hidden facility, the bed bare bar a simple sheet and pillow that would’ve already looked worn down and thin by now if used by a person with a normal functioning sleep schedule.
HYDRA trusted you, Strucker trusted you, they felt no need to search you room regularly, at all even. Which made this part of the plan a lot easier for you to pull off.
With an air of nonchalant, you walked towards your bed as you had done each and every time you would enter, laying down on your side, face towards the wall and arm cradling your head underneath the pillow.
The smallest of movements, you wrangled the phone you had snatched from the lab down and out of your sleeve, holding it in your hand hidden under your pillow. Your memorisation of Natasha’s number from the small slip of paper you had been given played well and you typed it in with ease on the small handheld device, the buttons rather than the touchscreen of a smartphone was certainly more helpful.
Once happy with the number you typed in discreetly without looking, you moved to type your message out, one you’ve elected to type out in Russian for further safety measures; this could all go so easily wrong.
If the Avengers had kept a hold of Natasha’s phone like you strongly believe they’d do, you were hopeful that they’d somehow get this message, a part of you doubted they were smart though, so hopes weren’t very high.
Certain the massage was what you hoped would say, you hit send and now, it was a small game of waiting until you have to next move the woman with hair the colour of burning embers to the lab and Strucker.
You weren’t doing this for yourself, you were doing this for her, the woman that small part of you that grows each day still loves and direly wishes to protect.
The woman who makes the soldier in you confused.
The woman who knows you behind HYDRA’s interference.
‘Надеюсь, вы с нетерпением ждете доставки.’
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The team was a disarray, a cluster of messes.
They racked their brain to the point of shutdown with any possible place you could be kept way from them. S.H.I.E.L.D. had no leads on any sort of base or such that HYDRA is connected to. There was nothing, and there was no hope.
Well, maybe just a small flicker of it of which lives inside a young agent.
Lewis O’Connor.
The young man had heard through the grapevine that the woman who he greatly looked up to had been taken, that there were no traces of her apart from you. He seethed at the fact and simply found yet another reason to detest you strongly.
He had shown up at the compound, telling what himself and the older red head spoken of the day she had been missing. He demanded he be allowed to help those look, no chance in sight that he would take ‘no’ as an answer.
This had occurred the day the team had arrived back from San Fransico and honestly, they don’t they could’ve denied his help, it was all hands-on deck to find the red head.
With the phone, the team had handed it to the young, reinstated agent and told it to monitor it closely. The device was hooked up to the system and he, along with the avengers and many other agents, dug deeply through the phone to find something, anything.
His eyes looked dull and his hair was dishevelled, dark bags under his eyes, a collection of coffee cups that are empty. The poor kid had been forced to get some rest by others on many occasions.
Their hoped dwindled done to nothing but a sliver, but the young lad was determined, not a single cell in his body could will him to quit, to give in, to throw the towel in.
He had every right to keep at it, to stay with such a determination that burned ferociously through him.
Beep.
A single text tone sounded through the dark computer room the agent sat in, the monitors illuminating him with a hard blue hue. His head snapped towards the phone that lit up for a moment. The movement so fast he would swear he had almost given himself whiplash.
“Friday?” He spoke with apprehension, almost sure his eyes and ears deceived him when the screen faded back out into nothing but black.
“What can I do for you, Agent O’Connor?” the A.I.’s voice sounded through the room.
Lewis gulped as he continued to warily eye the phone. “Can you pull up the message just received from Miss Romanoffs’ phone on to a monitor, please?”
A moment past before the screen showed with a message from an unknown number, the text in a language he certainly didn’t understand but had the strongest hunch telling him what language it was exactly.
“Friday, can you please tell the Avengers and Director Fury to come here as quickly as possible? Tell them it’s an emergency.”
“Right away, Agent,” the A.I.’s voice rang out.
Lewis cleared his throat as he stared intently at the message still displayed, his orbs not moving a single inch from the words. “Can you also translate this message, Friday?”
“I’ll see that it’s done, Agent.”
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The plan was set into motion. Of course, you were the only one to currently know of it; everyone else involved had no idea. Even the Avengers were only given one shitty text that had no real context whatsoever.
It was time to return to your post, prompting you to exit the small room that HYDRA had assigned for you and walk back the way you came all the way to the outside of Natasha’s holding cell.
Your posture was as straight and stern as usual and gave no one reason to watch you any closer that what was deemed normal.
The two on guard straightened as you got closer and closer, eventually giving yourself a salute, standing to attention until the moment you dismiss them with a nod of your head.
They scampered away like good little soldiers and now you were left on your lonesome before the room you were about to enter.
With the set of keys you had been entrusted with, you stepped closer to the heavy door and slowly unlocked, the click that resounded through the empty hallway showed yet another step in your plan being completed.
You push the door open, it creaking open loudly and the second you stepped into the room, your eyes instantaneously landed on the woman who was curled up on the small bed provided for anyone who HYDRA held captive.
She made no move, having no energy and part of you deep down felt something twinge in you, like a dull ache that’s weak in power but strong enough in presence, allowing you to know that it is indeed there.
She hadn’t even batted an eye.
You stepped towards her, and her eyes flickered up to watch you emotionlessly; her green orbs seeming dull and lifeless, near all hope drained from them. Reaching the edge of the bed she curled herself up on, you bring yourself to crouch before slipping your arms underneath her, one behind her shoulders and upper back and the other hooked under her knees.
Natasha protests none, assuming she would just be taken back to the lab with the constant lingering, putrid scent of burnt flesh and what smelt eerily similar to rubbing alcohol.
Her head rest on your shoulder as all her weight was carried in your arms, breezing through the door and down the hallway, unbeknown to her, a corridor you’ve never taken her down before.
With determined steps, you briskly make your way towards the vehicle hangar of the base, and luckily, you had yet to pass by any agents that would raise any alarms.
You were surprised none had yet been raised due to the cameras that line the walls. Although, those who tend to sit and watch aren’t always so attentive and seeing as it was just you, they could easily assume you were simply following orders.
Only when you finally turned the corner and the large doors to enter the hangar came into sight did the plan come into contact with complications you knew were unavoidable.
“По какому приказу ты здесь с пленником, солдат?” an armed HYDRA agent spoke loudly to your approaching figure, the others with him before the door standing to attention. (On what orders bring you here with the captive, soldier?)
“Я должен перевезти пленника в новое учреждение, которое бы увеличило дистанцию между Щ.И.Т.ом, Мстителями и Вдовой,” you replied sternly, putting forth the façade of their number one ranking soldier. (I am to transfer the captive to a new facility, one which would put more distance between S.H.I.E.L.D., the Avengers and the Widow.)
“А теперь открой двери.” Your tone showed no further discussion showed take place and that they were to follow your orders, but the agents hadn’t gotten that on just a sentence alone. (Now open the doors.)
Ever so slowly, the soldier reached for his radio sat atop his shoulder to begin confirming what story you’ve spun, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes before stepping forward. They eyed you warily.
Tightening the grip you had on the red head, you crack your neck before kicking your right leg out, sending the soldier that you had hit into the wall and down to floor in quick succession. Before the others had any real time to react, you moved once more, taking one after another down, with your legs along, your arms and upper body being occupied with holding and protecting Natasha.
The five soldiers were downed and now all that were left were those who stood behind the large, heavy doors of the hangar.
Rolling your shoulders, you kick up the keycard that had fallen from one of the agents’ bodies, catching it with easy with your right hand, all before stepping forward and swiping the card, gaining access, and opening the doors.
“Это лучше сделать быстро.” (This best be quick.)
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“The fuck does that mean?” Tony spoke, looking over the words on the screen before the team. “I hope you’re looking forward to a delivery.’ What kind of mysterious shit is this?”
Wanda sighed and looked at the ground, arms crossed over her chest and deep in thought as she contemplated over things within her own head.
Pietro bumped his shoulder against her own, forcing her eyes to look at him. With a small, subtle nod, the witch knew he had asked her in the simplest form if she were alright, to which h=she replied with a nod of his own.
Allowing her gaze to fall back to the ground below her feet, she finally spoke.
“I think it’s clear who it’s from.”
“Yeah, but why?” It was the brunette of the old-time duo to question aloud, to which Wanda simply shrugged.
“We don’t know. But at least we know we may have to be ready for a fight.” She straightened herself out and allowed her arms to fall down to her sides. “We can use this as an advantage, use the time to prepare for whatever is about to come.”
“Wanda’s right. We focus on getting prepared and we’ll be ready for whatever comes our way.” Steve steps forward, automatically stepping back into the role of a leader. “We focus our resources on building up a better defence and getting ready to fight back if nessicary.”
The team felt a new wave of hope, and it was down to a message and a young agent they’ve allowed into their ranks.
With a newfound vigour, they believed they would be ready for what was to come, whatever it may be.
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The drive in the unmarked jeep would have been tiring to most but you felt relatively unaffected. Natasha, on the other hand, looked as stoic and unmoving as ever, curled up in the front seat on the passengers’ side.
You would glance at her occasionally and see no change in her position or posture. She was like a shell, empty and hollow; merely there.
As soon as you could, you had pulled up to a gas station within rural Canada, removing any sign of a tracking device on and within the black car, along with buying minimal essentials, for Natasha only; water and food, along with some cheap blanket they stocked in a far back shelf.
When you had offered her the bottle, she had stared at you blankly, part of you believing it was out of distrust. You had sighed heavily, unscrewing the cap in a huff and taking a large swig to show that nothing had been done to it.
She continuously stared at you and the bottle when you had offered it to her once more and with a grunt, you screwed the cap back on and placed it within the cup holder in the centre of the vehicle.
The 32-hour long drive was coming to a close, the compound nearing with each mile, the level of gas within the tank lowering. You were lucky to reach your destination before the tank runs dry and you’re running of fumes.
With the route memorised, you worked your way down roads and through densely wooded areas to break through the treeline, the path that cut through it now becoming a large, open space before the compound.
Your trained, enhanced eyes had spotted the multiple of figures at the ready halfway up the gravel drive, no doubt being alerted to an unknown’s arrival.
Slowing the car to a stop, you put it in park about 40 feet before the Avengers, shutting off the engine and sitting in your seat in silence for a long pause. You clear your throat and ensure your features are schooled before ever so slowly opening the car door, stepping out and rounding the vehicle with your eyes still on the group.
“Eyes open, we don’t need any surprises,” Steve ordered the group in a volume he was certain only they could hear, agent O’Connor amongst them.
“I should shoot that bastard now while I have the chance,” Clint muttered to himself. “They took Nat.”
“Patience Legolas. Let’s see where this goes.”
Their eyes narrow as they see you open the car door on the passenger’s side, the figure they couldn’t quite see had been hunched and slouched in their seat.
They see you push your arms in and under the figure that they have yet to recognise. They can easily see that your movements are careful and precise, and it ever so slightly puts them on edge. Maybe they were wrong that it had been a person. Maybe it had been a weapon.
Maybe it was-
Their eyes widened and Wanda had released a gasp.
They felt as if the air had been knocked from out of their bodies, leaving them winded, speechless.
“Oh my god…”
“Is that…?”
“Nat.”
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This is shit honestly
I ain’t no writer
I draw and shit
Never have high expectations of me lmao
Anyways
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Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Natasha Romanoff x Super Soldier HYDRA Reader (female)
Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Warnings: Language. Fighting. Terrible writing (this chapter was terrible.)
(A/N: There’s some time jumps that aren’t stated but it’s still relatively easy to follow in that sense. Also, this chapter is more so a filler but nonetheless is related to the story.)
(A/N 2: Strucker and interactions with him are in German and a small interaction with Wanda is in Slovak as a substitute for Sokovian. There is some Russian in this but it’s quite easy to distinguish between the languages’ used.)
< Chapter 5 Chapter 7 >
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Her head throbbed and her neck was stiff and pained from its lolled position it had been in hours on end. Even with her head tilted forward and down towards the hard floor beneath her, the light felt harsh against her eyes, a stinging, burning sensation appearing each time she cracks an eye open.
“Ah, I hope you slept well, Miss Romanoff.”
The familiarity in the voice caused Natasha to tense and she willed her eyes to open and remain as such. Raising her head, her eyes automatically lock on to the figure before her in which everyone believed was dead.
“How are you here?”
The man chuckled and began to take steps towards the tied up red head, his hands folded together behind his back, a smug look etched into his features. “It is quite incredible the technology we have within this day and age, yes?”
Her features twisted up into a sneer, glaring at the one of the few notorious HYDRA leaders they, the Avengers, had come to face. “Why can’t people just stay dead?”
Strucker rounded her body leaving her to look at the room they held her within; bland in colour but crowded with technology. “I believe you’re also not referring to only me now, are you?” He clicks his tongue. “Yes, Y/N. Our best asset yet. The twins were exceptional, yes and the winter soldier was successful until recent years, but Y/N is our best creation.”
His German accent is thick as the words pass into her ears and registers his words, but his next sentence as he leans down to whisper right beside her head makes her blood run cold. “Finding her on the brink of death was undoubtfully wonderful, on our part at least.”
The man chuckled as he straightened himself back out, standing to his full height before rounding her seated position once more to stand before her. “How are our previous assets, anyways? The updates Ghost gives are quite minimal in unnecessary data.”
Silence. Strucker tsked at her lack of response and spun on heel, taking one, two, three steps forward before coming to a standstill. “I suppose you’d like to know why we have you hear,” he called over his shoulder to her. When he was met with silence once more, he continued.
“S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers have certainly been a right ganz schlimmer, a large spanner in our works. We run smoothly when you and your little friends keep out of our business. Perfectly running machinery. So, we’re simply removing the issue with our operation. You.” (Fucking pain.)
Slow and intimidating were his steps as he little by little made his way over towards a board of panels which, much like every other piece of technology was surrounded by people in off-white lab coats. His fingers danced over the multiple of buttons that littered the deck of the panel.
“You may not think so yourself but, we believe you are the strongest of your little band of heroes. No, not physically. Mentally? Yes. We also believe, if we break you, the rest of the team will surely follow in crumbling down.”
His eyes linger on one spot in particular on the panel, his finger hovering over it. “Now you’re also wondering why I’m electing to tell you all this. The answer is simple, really.” He pushes down on a button, resulting in the chair that Natasha is strapped to, to recline backwards, much like a chair in a barbers’, before laying her flat.
“You’re stuck here.”
Natashas’ head looks from left to right in a frantic manner as Strucker steps away from the lengthy panel of buttons and stalks towards her, his boots quietly squeaking against the cold, smooth floor of the room.
Above her is some form of machinery she could best describe as terrifying in appearance, harsh glinting metal and a mass of wires. Movement to both her left and right signify to her that people are beginning to close in on her and surround her. Panic rises in her body further as someone steps closer to her head holding what she believed was a mouth guard; something she’ll be biting down on.
She shakes her head in a desperate attempt to avoid the object but with no such luck. Someone had violently grasped her jaw in a bruising grip and forced the guard into her mouth. Strucker leans over her laying form and the evil grin on his face is purely sickening.
“Have you ever felt 450 volts of electricity surged through your body before? No? Oh, don’t worry. IT should be over before you know it.” He pulls back, making Natasha follow his with her eyes. Her protests are muffled by the guard in her mouth. “But, please, be mindful when it comes to the convulsions that follow. You wouldn’t like to break a bone, surely.”
Strucker walks towards yet another panel, this time with AMP and voltage gages along with other gages she couldn’t quite make out from her position. He places his hand atop a dial and nods his head once to one of the many people scuttling around the room. She feels something be attached to each temple and it reminds her strongly of the old school, brutal electroshock therapy that doctors used to dole out.
“Shall we move this along and see how long it takes until you break?”
Natasha spots your body stood stiff and squared near the door at the foot of the room, features lacking any show of emotion. Her eyes widened, and she desperately hoped that her eyes asked what she couldn’t.
‘Help me.’
Your being, unmoving and unchanged, is the last thing she sees before searing hot pain shots through her body. She bites down on the guard and releases and ear-piercing scream around it as her whole-body tenses and her back arches up, fists clenched tightly, and toes curled.
Her body falls limp for a short moment before the process repeats, over and over. Like an unending, destructive cycle.
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The team had tirelessly put in every effort to find the missing ex-assassin. When Natasha had taken too long to return to the others, Clint did what was asked of him. He waited until the end of the following day when she had left before telling the others.
With no sightings and no communication from the Avenger, they were at a lost.
4 days had passed, coming close to 5, with no such luck in finding Natasha. Every member of the close-knit team had put in hours and hours on end into locating her; everything had been fruitless. The team had chewed out the archer for not mentioning anything sooner than he had but he had argued that he valued his word and believed Natsha would be fine, that she could look after herself.
They couldn’t argue with him on that.
“I’ve got nothing. We haven’t found shit and it’s been what? 4 days since anyone had last seen her?”
Their hopes in finding her were dwindling quickly, its rate in decrease sped up after the three-day mark. Stark groaned and leant back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly between his pointer finger and thumb.
“Honestly, I blame Fury for making us use phones that I can’t hack. We’d find her a lot fucking faster if I could just get into it.”
“Language,” Steve muttered before releasing a lengthy sigh. As he went to open his mouth to respond, Tony perked up, this time looking extremely more optimistic than previous.
“HOLY SHIT!” He spun his chair to face the computer on the desk and began to rapid begin typing. The others watched him with scepticism before slowly moving to crowd the billionaire.
“You wanna explain to the class, Stark?”
“You know how I never listen to Fury?” He heard a collective of hums in agreement before continuing. “Well, when I was encrypting the phones we all use, I may have purposefully left out my location cloaking software.”
“So, you’re saying you can ping her location and you failed to mention this?!” Wanda exclaimed.
“One, ouch. Don’t scream in my ear like a damn banshee, Matilda. Two, I forgot. It’s not like we actually use it.”
The team watched in anticipation as Tonys’ fingers continued to rapidly tap at the keyboard. Moments pass by with bated breaths before a small red dot appears on a map that pops up. They stare at the bright red dot in a prolonged silence before Steve straightens out with a hardened face.
“Let’s move.”
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“I don’t understand. Why San Fransico?”
The statement from Sam was what each of them wanted to voice but none did. Each step through the city was following that damn pinged location. The day before it had been in Washington, the day before that was Oklahoma.
They could be tracking a ghost trail for all they knew, certainly with how quickly the location seemed to switch between states so quickly.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Update.”
“Location has remained the same. The Railway Museum is just one block away, sir.”
Tony rolls his shoulders before turning to look towards those who walk with him. He and Steve share a look, already knowing that this is more than likely a trap or mislead.
“Only a few of us will enter. Everyone else is going to surround the building, cover each possible exit. Buck, I want you with me, Sam and Wanda. Clint, you think you can take to a nearby building keep an eye on the roof and the main entrance?”
Clint nodded as Steve doled out orders for the group to follow. With the archers’ non-verbal confirmation, the captain continued.
“Thor, I want you to take the West side of the building with Banner. Pietro, you take East. Stark, I want you to take the back with Vision.” Everyone nods followed by them splitting off in the direction of the respective positions.
Dressed as civilians was helpful with entering the museum; they turned no heads when entering the building. The four inside had separated themselves, hoping to search the interior in record time rather than they be grouped up together.
The comms the team had donned before splitting ways crackled before Tony’s voice sounded through into each team members’ ear. “I’ve had F.R.I.D.A.Y. put the location on each of your phones, make it easier for you guys to know if you’re closing in.”
Simultaneously, Steve, Sam, Wanda and Bucky pull out their smartphones and allow the screen to open up correctly, a simple map of the interior showing a blinking red dot in the centre of the building.
The small team inside opposed to those outside slowly close in to the centre of the museum, covering all sides.
Adrenaline begins to heighten as they inch their way closer and closer. Emotions are running high and minds are swirling with possibilities and before they knew it, they surround the exhibit at the very middle of the building.
A large group being led by some guide moves on with their tour and reveals a lone person still stood there; hood up and phone in hand. Steve glances down at the phone in his own hand and sure enough, the dot hasn’t moved.
This is what they’ve been chasing.
With their head down, both Sam and Bucky who face their front can’t identify who holds the phone, Natashas’ phone.
Between the four, a look was shared and with a nod of their head in the figure’s direction, they begin to slowly close in once more. Wanda, Sam and Bucky slow to a stop, only a short distance away as Steve continues to stalk closer and with a few more steps, he’s stood behind the figure.
He reaches an arm out and clamps his hand down on their shoulder which begins to shake slightly as the person laughs quietly. The person slowly raises their head with a shit eating grin on their face and both Sam and Bucky tense, their jaws clenching, teeth grinding.
Wanda freezes up along with them as the figure slowly turns to face Steve; easily catching a glimpse herself.
“At ease, солдат,” your voice rasps. (Soldier.)
You hand moves quickly to clamp on to the blondes’ wrist and before he could react, you bring your head forward in a quick, whip-like motion, slamming it into his nose; a satisfying crunch is heard and blood already beginning to trickle out.
Twisting his arm, you land a hard kick to his ribs and send him back, him falling to the floor with quite the thud, even sliding across the floor a good foot or two. The others had quickly reacted, Sam and Bucky charging over towards you.
You alternate between the two as they dole out a choreographed offensive; punches, kicks, full body hits. The two had been going a solid minute and had done zero damage, even with Steve standing himself back up on to his feet and charging at you himself.
Wanda had dealt with the screaming and panicked public from the first sign of retaliation, giving firm orders to leave the building and to get a safe distance.
The second the first of the civilians exited the building in a rushed and yelling fashion, the team was on high alert.
“Someone talk to us,” Clint crackled through the comms, his sights down the length of the arrow he already has notched and ready to release.
“It’s Y/N.” Just that simple statement made the whole team know exactly what was currently going down. “They had Natashas’ phone. HYDRA put us on a wild goose chase.”
The grunts from Steve, Sam and Bucky brought Wanda’s head back into the fight at hand. The three were being easily overpowered by just yourself and she’s unsure how to proceed. With quick thinking, she uses her powers to push her teammates aside and away from you, the swirl of red like mist dancing around her fingers.
Your attention snaps from the three that had been thrown away from you to the little witch who stood off to the side. You roll your shoulders and smirk before stomping your way over to her aggressively.
You feel your movements slowly become restricted and it’s harder and harder to move forward. Wanda, with a struggle, brings to down to your knees before you could reach her and all you could do it look up at her with a devious smirk.
Tongue peeking out between your lips, you wet them and trail your eyes up and down the length of her body and the action makes her sick to your stomach. “Som ohromená, princezná.” (I’m impressed, princess.)
She takes step towards you, slow, precise, and what she hoped was menacing. “Where’s Natasha?” she spat between her teeth.
You chuckle darkly and shake her head, noticing how she lacked to remember to keep her distance. “You’re in no position to ask questions, little witch.” With perseverance, your left arm shoots forward, grasping her wrist much like you had done with the caps. Shocked, the moment forces Wanda to lose concertation and drops her magical hold on you.
You swipe at the opportunity and raise to your full height, towering over the Sokovian and delivering a hard right hook to the girl, knocking her unconscious the moment your fist made contact with her jaw.
Turning, you look at the trio of men who look at an unconscious Wanda by your feet with wide and worried eyes. You smirk once more as you pull Natasha’s phone from your pocket and wave it slightly before tossing it in their direction. “Keep it. I’m done with it.”
You take small steps backwards away from the four before turning tail and running, closer and closer to the back entrance.
“She’s heading to you guys at the back,” Steve rushes out, struggling to come to a stand and give chase.
“Understood, capsicle.” Tony and Vison both prepare themselves for your arrival, to burst through the doors and go into combat just like the four inside had done. But they waited and waited and waited. Nothing. “Uh, no sign of her. Anyone got eyes on the slippery bastard?” Stark reaches out to the others.
Sam and Bucky left Americas’ sweetheart and Scarlet Witch with the intentions of cheeking the inside of the building, running around the whole of the museum as the team converse.
“Nothing here.”
“Nope.”
“No clue.”
“Nada.”
“Zilch.”
The team’s response came in like clockwork and the entire team felt baffled. Where did you disappear to?
“So, she just evaporated? What the fuck? Are you sure no one has eyes on her?”
“Look,” Steve started. “As much as I want to find them and get some answers, we gotta focus on Wanda. She’s down.” He was kneeling beside her unconscious form and like a lightbulb being lit from a switch, Pietro was right beside his sister on the opposite side of Steve, absolute panic and concern shifting through his eyes.
Steve hears a sigh through the comms followed by Banners’ voice. “Let’s get back. It’s clear they’ve disappeared somehow, and we should focus on Maximoff right now.”
Steve shakes his head and moves to stand, Pietro already holding his twin in his arms. “Let’s go, team.”
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“Wie ich sehe, können wir ihr Telefon nicht länger als Ablenkung für sie benutzen,” Strucker spoke as his back was turned to you, hands folded behind his back, looking at the painting hung on the wall with disinterest. (I see we can no longer use her phone as a distraction for them.)
“Sie werden sie nicht finden können, auch wenn wir sie nicht mehr auf Gänsejagd führen, Sir,” you respond, you own hands folded behind your back. Your eyes are trained on his form as he slowly turns to face you, casually rounded the desk to stand before you. (They won't be able to find her even if we no longer lead them on such wild goose chases', sir.)
“Hoffentlich nicht, Soldat. Es liegt an Ihnen, wenn sie sie finden.” His eyes look you up and down subtly, scrutinising you before turning away from you and striding over towards his desk. “Es ist jetzt zu heiß für dich, Ghost. Zu viele Leute werden dich nach deinem kleinen öffentlichen Stunt erkennen. Du sollst in der Einrichtung bleiben. Sie bewachen Romanoff und begleiten sie zum und vom Labor. Verstanden?” (They better not, soldier. It will be on your head if they are to find her.) (There's too much heat on you now, Ghost. Too many people will recognise you after your little public stunt. You are to stay within the facility. You will guard Romanoff and escort her to and from the lab. Understood?)
“Verstanden.” (Understood.)
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THIS WAS SO BAD LMAO
I just needed a filler honestly so, this will do for the time being
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Someone from Natashas’ past makes the most of unsuspected arrivals and begins to cause issues, not only for her, just everyone they come into contact with. HYDRA uses them as a simple puppet and Natasha believes that maybe, just maybe, she could get them back to her in the way she remembers.
Warnings: SMUT! Deceit. Angst. A lil fluff. Language.
(A/N: If it weren’t already obvious, this series has practically no correlation to dates and/or events in the MCU. Its kinda based around 2016 so, with the age it had given her then (32), I’ve aged her up another 10 years. (Meaning the others are kinda aged up accordingly as well.) Also, she may appear OOC but I’ve written it to make it appear as reader is Natashas’ weakness in many aspects.)
(A/N 2: It may make more sense if you just read it and try follow along as best as you can lmao.)
< Chapter 4 Chapter 6 >
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Natasha stood before the apartment building, the address you sent her leading her to this exact spot. She looks up, inspecting the tall exterior of the building; the old bricks, the decaying window ledges, the untamed weeds, and ivy growing up the front, sides and most likely back of the structure.
Glancing down towards the screen of her phone, she takes once last gander of which apartment to walk arrive at. Breathing deeply out through her nose, she locks her phone, pocketing it in the tight jeans she wears, slipping her left hand into the front pocket of her jacket as well.
She presses forward, taking attentive, cautious steps towards the door that could seemingly fall from its hinges at any given moment. Her right hand raises and, with an open palm, pushes the door open and slips inside, hoping that whatever awaits her will go along a lot more smoothly than each and every scenario her mind had conjured up.
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“I hate to do this, I really don’t want to ask you more questions about it so soon but, what can you tell me about what you know on Y/N?”
Lewis released a heavy sigh, almost certainly he had known that her checking on his health and welfare wasn’t the only reason for her visiting. “It’s fine. Kinda expected it, y’know?” He chuckled. “There isn’t much that any of us really know. Just what was in the file S.H.I.E.L.D. gave us, which was mostly filled in with stuff what you told them apparently.”
Natasha hummed in acknowledgement and nodded her head for him to continue. “Uh, one of the guys, agent Paxton, apparently his phone went off during one of his cage shifts. Everyone said he must’ve forgotten to put his personal phone into his locker, left his ringtone on. Anyway, it started ringing, some stupid song from the 80’s or something, could be 90’s.” He shook his head, catching himself when his mind began to wander, and his mouth began to spout unnecessary information.
“She looked straight at him as he was trying to get it out his pocket, trying to turn it off, y’know? When he finally turned it off, he realised she was staring at him, and he froze.” Lewis shuddered. “Her held was tilted and some creepy ass smile was on her face, then she just kept humming and singing that stupid song for the rest of the day.”
“I’m going to safely assume you don’t know what that song’s called,” she teased, hopefully trying to lighten the mood as Lewis is, quite clearly, uncomfortable speaking about the event.
He snorted and shook his head, smiling slightly. “Yeah, sorry I can’t give you more than that,” he spoke. “But, if it means anything, the song seemed pretty important to her, like nostalgic or something.”
“It definitely means something. Thank you, Lewis.” Natasha had shown him one of her most genuine of smiles, conveying she greatly appreciated any information that he had shared with her.
Just as Lewis parted his lips to speak once more, the door opened revealing a nurse. Both of the rooms occupants quickly adverted their gaze to the nurse that had just entered. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t realise you had a visitor.” She smiled sheepishly and Natasha guessed what she was about to say next. “I really am sorry but, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Natasha cut off any further explanation the nurse was about to bestow upon her with a king smile and a shake of her head. “No, it’s alright. I need to get going anyways.” She raised herself to stand from the, shockingly, comfy seat. She turned to face Lewis as she reached into her pocket before pulling out a small piece of paper, she had scribbled her number down on to before her initial arrival at the hospital. “If you think of anything else you can tell me, let me know.” Natasha handed over the paper, placing it into the palm of his uninjured hand. He enclosed his hand around it, grasping it tightly. “Keep in touch, O’Connor.”
The young lad simply nodded in response before Natasha turned on her heels and pass by the nurse, swiftly exiting the room and walking along the hallways of the hospital to leave.
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Natahsa took up the steps one at a time, constantly looking at every detail her eyes spot. The peeling paint, the mould in the corners, the chipped wood of the banister that followed the stairs all the way up. She noted a creak within every fifth or so step, groaning under the pressure of her weight.
She also noticed the dried, cracked droplets of blood that trailed from the entrance up the multiple of stairs. She had even spotted a smear of what she assumed was the same blood along sections of the banister. Hell, what she wrongly assumed was paint on the sidewalk was most likely blood, too.
Natasha could easily guess to whom in which it poured from. Even if you hadn’t given her the exact apartment number, she most likely would have found her way to you by following the red trail.
As she reached the first step of the final flight of stairs, she could faintly make out music playing from one of the apartments on the floor above. A few steps in and she recognised the song with ease, even if she hadn’t heard it in possibly decades.
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The cheap Bulgarian hotel room was quite the relaxing environment after both you and Natalia just getting there after finishing locating and neutralising the target, staying there for the night until the collection of the KGB’s best assets was available the following morning.
You had been acquired for the KGB roughly 2 years ago, quickly being named one of their top professional assassins. The Red Room Programme had some form of connection with the organisation, and they quickly snatched you up the moment they deemed you a good enough of a recruit.
Natalia had joined a year later at the age of 19. As you had speedily proved yourself to the KGB as a loyal asset, one of their bests included, they had asked if you knew of anyone who would make a great addition to the cause you and the KGB served.
After mentioning her name to your superiors, the ones who gave you the targets you were tasked to focus on, they swiftly informed you of her already being quite visible on their radar of recruitment.
Once she joined, they realised you two were a force to be reckoned with when paired together and that the both of you were possibly the best assassins, they had seen in all their time of activity. It was rare when you had to do eliminate targets separately; they knew that you both worked best when together.
Natalia had been removing her clothing from the day you had both just endured when you wandered over towards the radio mindlessly, switching it on, allowing music to fill the room with Soundgarden’s Spoonman, which had been released earlier that year.
A smile broke across your face as the partly mellow sound drifted from out of the speakers and into your ears. You turned the volume dial up, increasing the volume causing Natalia to chuckle.
“I don’t know,” you called over your shoulder loudly above the music before turning your body to face your red-headed lover. “Maybe those Americans aren’t completely useless. Они делают хорошую музыку. очень хорошей музыкой.” (They make good music. Very good music.)
She shook her head in a miniscule motion as she chuckled under her breath once more, watching you bop your head as you play air drums, miming along to the alternative rock song. Your taller build slightly jumped along to the tune as you moved closer to her, eyes squeezed shut and bottom lip captured between your teeth, losing yourself within the music.
You cracked one eye open as you closed in on her, a large grin now forming on your face as you extended your arm forward, holding your hand out towards her, trying to entice her to take it.
“Потанцуй со мной, Наталья.” She seemed hesitant, especially since she only remained in her bra and underwear but with a hilarious wiggle of your eyebrows and soft coo of ‘come on’ finally caused her resolve to break, a wide smile now appearing on her face as she giggled and slid her hand into your own, seeming much like her younger self that you usually were the cause of bringing out in the moment. (Dance with me, Natalia.)
You spent the entirety of the song swinging and swaying your body in ridiculous motions causing bouts of laughter from the both of you, especially Natalia. By the closing note, you had both collapsed atop of the springy mattress of the bed, chuckling breathless, chests rising and falling.
Once you had finally caught your breath, you rolled your head to the left, watching Natalia, eyes closed, a smile gracing her plump, full lips, the silken smooth skin of her cheeks flushed. The corner of your lip quirked upwards as you admired your lover.
“Если бы я мог, я бы женился на тебе прямо сейчас,” you stated softly causing Natalia to snap her eyes open and face you, her breath hitched. “Я увезу тебя как свою прекрасную невесту, отведу тебя в какое-нибудь тайное место, проживу с тобой свою жизнь так, как мы хотели.” (If I could, I'd marry you right this second.) (I would whisk you away as my beautiful bride; take you to somewhere hidden and unknown, live out my life with you anyway way we wished.)
Natalia smiled at you where you lay beside her in adoration, your longer legs still hanging over the end of the bed and feet easily touching the floor. Then, her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint and her smile transformed into a grin, wide and playful.
“Это была твоя попытка сделать мне предложение, любовь моя?” she cooed, teasing you yet something deep inside of her was desperately hoping you had in all intentions of being serious. (Was that your attempt of proposing to me, my love?)
“If you’d like it to be, маленький лисенок.” You spoke in probably one of the most serious of tones she thinks you had ever mustered up in any situation. A moment later, a soft smile proded at your lips once more. “Although, I must admit, I do not have a ring to give you. But I doubt any ring could ever come close to what you deserve. Ничто не может сравниться с вашей красотой. Все просто не соответствует вашему совершенству.” (Little fox.) (Nothing could ever amount to your beauty. Everything simply does not match your perfection.)
She beamed at you, her exceptionally white teeth on full display before moving closer and kissing you firmly which you reciprocated fully, one arm holding her up as the other stretched towards you, hand tightly fisting your shift that still covered your toned torso. Your own hands held the back of her neck and the curve of her hip where it dipped inward.
The kiss had quickly heated up and turned into a steamy make-out with quite the amount of heavy petting, still relatively slow in pace and filled with passion, it only seeming to escalate further. From your positions beside each other, she had managed, awkwardly, to remove the shirt that had been annoyingly in the way.
You were well into the next song that the American station was broadcasting, you and Natalia apparently matching its tempo, the power ballad All For Love by Rod Stewart, Bryan Adams and Sting creating a most appropriate setting for you two.
Natalia raised herself to slowly straddle you, your hands landing on her thighs, alternating between gently kneading and tender caresses. Pulling her bottom lip in-between her teeth, she reached behind her, unclasping the deep red bra with ease, allowing it to fall down her arms before tossing it behind her, now discarded somewhere on the floor of the hotel room. You watched in wonder, awe and lust in the meantime, your eyes becoming lidded and your tongue peaking out to wet your lips.
Now left in nothing but the tanga style panties that perfectly matched her bra that was now long forgotten, she rested her hands against your abs, nails slightly digging into your flesh, her freed, round tits pushed together by the action.
“Show me how much you want to marry me,” she whispered seductively.
A groan escaped you as your eyes clouded over with nothing but pure, unadulterated lust. “Твои ноги будут как желе на следующей неделе, когда я закончу с тобой.” With inhuman like speed, you wrapped your right arm around her waist as your left hand lowered to grasp a handful of her ass in a bruising grip and flipped you both over, you now above her as you divulged yourself in attacking every bit of exposed skin. (Your legs are going to feel like jelly for the next week when I'm done with you.)
Into the early hours of the morning, you had continued to bring her orgasm after orgasm, her screaming your name and moaning like an overpaid pornstar. By the time the operative charged with retrieving you both arrived, she looked well and truly fucked out.
What was even better was how she had been so unsteady on her legs, trembling from the overstimulation and shear memory of what you had done to her.
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Enhanced hearing, it was a wonderful thing, extremely useful in most situations also. It had an even better effect when you could differentiate between whose steps are whose. Even over the sound of Spoonman, one of the many songs you that you had stored on an old tape that was currently playing in the old cassette player, you picked up on the distinct noise that was the door opening and closing, steps following after.
Sweat coated your body as you continued the set of push-ups, nothing but loose, plain black basketball shorts and a dark grey sports bra keeping your modesty intact, tightly wrapped bandage snaked around the large portion of your torso, blood seeping through at certain areas and completely drenched in sweat. You were well into quadruple-digits, your heart pounded in your ear, yet nothing drowned out the footsteps that got closer and closer, louder and louder.
Unsurprisingly, the footsteps halted right before the door to the apartment you were currently in. You paused for a moment, an image of her stood there, contemplating, looking unsure flashed in your mind. You smirked as you picked up on the exerting exercise, trying to appear nonchalant when she finally crosses the threshold and her eyes land on your back, muscles rippling and tensing with every single movement you make.
Natasha meanwhile was an absolute nervous wreck, though she wouldn’t let you know. The back and forth in her head about whether actually entering or tucking her tail between her legs and heading back to the compound was raging but ultimately, her need for answers overpowered her thoughts.
A small part of her may even just simply want to see you again, though she’d never admit it in a million lifetimes.
Schooling her features and straightening her posture, she ensured she looked nothing but stoic, emotionless, confident. With a deep breath through her nose outwards, the warmth of it tickling her lip, she raised her hand and gave 4 loud knocks against the wood, hoping it carried over the music.
Moments ticked by where she received nothing but the continuous sound of the song. At this point, Natasha wasn’t expecting you to actually answer the door at this stage and, with much apprehension, grasped the cool metal of the doorknob and twisted, the click of it opening so minuet in volume, anyone could easily miss it.
The door groaned on its hinges as she pushed it forward, soon after releasing her hold on the doorknob and allowing the door to slowly swing further open, knocking against the wall behind it. The moment her eyes landed on your figure opposite of her, still low to the floor as you lowered your body on your arms to complete yet another push-up, she froze.
You felt her eyes on you, unmoving and observing your movements with a keen eye. You pushed back up from the floor but now pausing. Turning your head to look over your shoulder at her, you broke the pregnant silence that had instilled itself between you.
“Punctual as ever.” You smirked as you faced forward once more, now lifting yourself from the floor, standing tall. Your back still faced her as you walked towards the small end table where a bottle of water sat and beside it, the couch where a small towel hung over the arm of it. “Come in, make yourself comfortable.”
You gripped the towel before throwing it over your shoulder and snatching the water from the table, unscrewing the cap, and bringing it up to your slightly chapped lips as you rotated on the spot to face. “Oh, and close the door, will you?”
Tipping the bottle upwards you gulped down mouthfuls of the refreshing drink, soothing your scratchy and dry throat. Some of the transparent liquid escaped by the corner of your mouth, allowing a trail of water to slowly fall down your chin and drip on to your chest.
Natasha gulped as she watched the scene before her before her eyes lock with yours, watching her intently as she moves to close the door, never breaking the visual contact between you. Even as you re-screw the cap on the bottle and set it down to wipe where the water touched your face with the back of your hand, your eyes stayed trained on hers.
The door finally shut, you continued to watch the other until you finally broke the eye contact, turning your back on her. You moved to cross the room to where the cassette player was, pressing pause, stopping the music, ushering a newfound silence in.
“I remember when we first heard that song.” It was Natasha to speak first this time round, piquing your interest but showing no sign of such thing. “It was 1994,” she continued to speak of the Soundgarden hit. It was as if she was trying to reason with your humane side, the old you, the one that barely clings on to you.
You chuckled as you turned to face her once more, slowly making your way towards the small, round dining table in the open kitchenette of the apartment, all while patting yourself down with the towel to absorb the sheen of sweat that makes your skin glisten in the light.
“It is one of my favourite songs, if you hadn’t picked that up by now,” you spoke as you sat down, pointing at a seat opposite you, inviting her to sit opposite you. “Even one of those agents must like it.”
It clicked in her head that, that must have been the song Lewis had told her about that the agent had set as a ringtone.
Clearing her throat, she cautiously proceeded to walk closer and lower herself down on to the chair adjacent to you. Thinking through how to progress in the conversation, she quickly concluded what was the best way to continue.
“Why did you ask me here?”
“You want answer, no?” was your rhetorical response. Of course, she does, you knew that.
“And are you going to give me any?” Natasha bit back.
“I’ll see what I can do, маленький лисенок.” You chuckled at her impatience. “What would you like to know first?” (Little fox.)
Natasha breathed deeply before opening her mouth, now sounding calmer than she had only a moment before. “Why?”
“Why what?” You tilted your head as your face held a shit-eating grin. “You are going to have to be more specific than that.”
Nails dug into the palm of her hand as she already began to grow frustrated. “Why are you back? Why now? Why all of the sudden? Why show yourself after all these years?”
Your tongue peaked from between your teeth, wetting your bottom lip as you shifted in your seat for more comfortability. “I’m on an important mission from my superiors. I have a job to do, a task that needs completion.” Pushing your chair backwards slightly, it dragging across the floor with a screeching noise, you lifted your legs to rest your feet atop the cool surface of the tabletop, legs crossed at the ankles.
Your arms followed the upward motion and came to rest behind you, hands interlocked and cradling the back of your head, your muscles bulging slightly, popping as they tense, a delicious display. At least that’s what Natasha thought.
“As for your other question, it’s pretty simple. It was trial and error for the experiments after they found me near close to death. They wouldn’t expose information about a key special weapon if that weapon failed to be built correctly. I would be of no use if I were dead or taken away from them.”
Natasha processed what information you had given her, to which she’s thankful for as she didn’t know whether to genuinely believe you’d even give her a smidge of an answer. Seconds ticked by before she nodded her head once, showing that she had actually understood your explanation, though her eyebrows stayed furrowed.
“Okay,” she breathed out. “Who are you working for?”
You snorted at this. “Who do you think? HYDRA. I had even stated that before. Or was your mind too…чертовски…” you trailed off, trying to think of the right words in English for the expression. The cogs in your mind turned and suddenly, your expression conveyed you finally remembered. “Muddled!” you exclaimed at you clicked your fingers before interlocking them behind your head once more. (Damn.)
“Yeah. Stupid question,” Natasha muttered to herself. “Okay, what’s your mission? What’s HYDRA commanded you to do?”
Your eyebrows scrunch together, furrowing deeply, frown lines now apparent on your forehead. “I cannot tell you that. Not yet,” you admitted. The way you said it stirred something within Natasha, feeling as if she could actually trust and believe what you said. You recollected yourself before flashing her a small smirk and speaking once more.
“You’ll have to be patient, маленький лисенок. Do you think you can compromise with me on that?” (Little fox.)
Nodding her head, she proceeded with her questions. “Had you been watching us, watching me, before we detained you?”
“Yes.” You spoke as if it were the most obvious thing.
“For how long?”
“Just under 3 years,” you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. “To be more specific; 2 years, 7 months, 3 weeks and 5 days. That is how long I observed and gathered intel on you all before engaging.”
Once more, Natasha was left trying to process what you had told her. You had watched them, her, for that long? What did you know about them all? What was even the purpose of doing so? She assumed it played into the mission HYDRA had given you.
“You were away from HYDRA for so long. Why-why didn’t you come to me sooner?” she trailed off, sounding slightly hurt at what she had just learned, head lowering to look at her hands which she had placed in her lap.
Tutting, you shook your head and removed your feet from the table top, arms removed from behind your head and pushing yourself off the chair you had been occupying. You crouched down before her, grasping her hands firmly in one of your own as you cradled her jaw in the other, raising her head to look at her at her face. Your calloused thumb run soothingly across the contrasting soft skin of her cheek.
“It is not as simple as it seems. You must understand there are many factors in this other than me, you, us, feelings, emotions, what we can and can’t do.”
She looked at you, eyes boring into your own, as if searching for something. “It’s been 12 years.”
“I know.”
The red head sighed. “Why are you telling me all this? And this is me assuming you were being truthful. Why tell me all this?”
“Everything I told you was the truth. Complete honesty. I want you to trust me.” And what you had told her was the truth. But now this is where your honestly comes to a halt. Now you needed to use honeyed words and sweet lies. “I-“ you sighed heavily, closing your eyes for a fraction, trying to play out your role perfectly. “It had been difficult to be HYDRA’s perfect weapon when the old me, the me you know and love, is constantly clawing to come out and come to you. I’m ready to get out. I’m seeking your help, asking for it. I need your help, маленький лисенок.” (Little fox.)
You slowly closed the gap between you until your noses brushed against one another, both your breathing becoming heavier, mingling with the other’s. “Will you help me?” You lowered your voice to a whisper.
“Yes,” her voice also coming out as a breathless whisper.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
You both surged forward, lips crashing against each other, both humming in satisfaction. She wound her arms around your neck as your hands travelled over her thighs, hips and back. She tasted the saltiness of your sweat on your upper lip and the linger taste of vodka that you had indulged in the previous night. It was a taste she wished to savour.
Making quick work of removing her jacket, her t-shirt soon following, goosebumps distribute across the expanse of every inch of her skin that had been exposed. Her lips parted willingly for your tongues to meet. Your tongue invaded her mouth, swirling around her own, drawing out a moan from her.
Breaking apart, you place feverish kisses to her lips as you slowly stand, her head moving forward, chasing your mouth that was currently taking her to a state of euphoria that felt familiar and foreign all in one. Her arms finally slipped from around your neck as you came to stand tall in front of her. Her eyes trailed down your front, admiring how you looked. Even she could tell that under those bandages there was a godly sculpted torso. You had been extremely fit and had defined abs that lines your stomach, she can only imagine how they now look after you had become one of HYDRA’s most successful attempt at not only recreating the super soldier serum but improving upon it.
Looking down at her, you smirked as you gently gasped her arm and begin pulling her to stand causing her gaze to snap up to you once more. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world to come to her as her body raised and followed your pull subconscious. Once fully standing, you wasted no time in tugging her forward, her chest crashing against your torso, breasts pressed into you and bodies impossibly close.
You hand left her arm and joined the other as they both quickly wrap around her waist, securing her place against you. She looked up at you as sharp, deep breaths pass her parted, kiss swollen lips. You and Natasha lock eyes as her hands are placed firmly against your stomach, the material of the bandage scratching against the soft skin of her palms.
Not even a millisecond later did your lips meets in a fierce, lust filled kiss once more, her nails slightly digging into your skin through the bandages, although you easily ignored a thing that brought you little to no pain. You were too focused on the red head before you, clinging to you.
Coarse palms and calloused fingers slither down to her ass, bringing your hand down against the jean clad cheek and causing her to gasp against your mouth before continuing down to the back of her thighs. As soon as you firmly grasped her thighs, her body reacted accordingly.
Natasha pulled away only slightly, arms now wound around your neck, to allow herself to jump and wrap her legs around your waist, her desperate, needy, wet core now pressed against your hard abdomen. She was quick to reattach her lips to yours, an aching want for you that will seemingly never dissipate.
The tips of your fingers dig into her flesh sure to leave bruises. With her tightly wrapped around you, you make quick work of the short distance to the bedroom down the hall past the kitchen, kicking open the door that had already been ajar. The door swinging open wide and smacking against the wall behind it was just a fuzzy noise in your ears as you closed in on the bed.
Making the smooth transition of dropping her on to the bed had been less smooth than you both hoped, the legs of the old, flimsy bed frame finally giving out due to the weight that had been harshly thrown atop of it. Natasha let out a squeak of surprise as she felt the bed drop, the slacks of wood that held the mattress now against the floor, the mattress on top of them, Natasha on top of it.
You laughed at the shear ridiculousness of the situation before lowering yourself to your knees, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, legs laying against the carpeted floor. Natasha chuckled breathlessly in relief before turning her gaze to you, eyebrows furrowed, and concern written on her face. As she parted her lips to no doubt protest due to the bed now no longer in one piece, you tutted and chuckled yourself.
“Не волнуйся об этом, лисенок. Надо было купить новый раньше.” With that, a small smile broke out on to her face and her brows returned to their usual resting state. Looking down at her with hungry eyes, all you could see was the shy girl you could always turn her into. Your bigger stature dwarfing her, her big doe eyes that had always made an appearance during these intimate moments with you on display once more. (Do not worry about it, little fox. I should've bought a new one sooner.)
Leaning down, you place a tender, sweet, loving kiss to her lips, arms resting either side of her head to hold you up and avoid crushing her under your weight. “Не беспокойся, моя маленькая лиса. Позволь мне сделать тебе приятно,” you whispered against her lips before capturing them in another kiss. (Don't fret, my little fox. Let me make you feel good.)
She moaned against your lips, savouring the feeling of you on her in such intimate, sexual ways. Her chest heaved as you trailed your lips down underneath her jaw and along the expanse of her neck, nipping at the skin and sucking harshly, planting open mouthed, wet kisses to her flushed flesh. You feel her pulse against your lips as you brush over the pulse point, smirking against her skin as you feel how fast it races.
Satisfied with the dark red marks that will eventually turn a deep purple that cover her skin, you trail further down, right arm following you and soon snaking underneath her to unclasp the bra that perfectly accentuate her tits. Removing your arm from behind her back, you glide your fingertips across her skin in a feather like touch towards the valley between her breasts, the hairs on her body standing and a burning trail of heated flesh, shivers shooting down her spine.
Her back arches into your touch, presenting her breasts gorgeously and forcing them closer to your face, a growl ripping from your throat. The sound sent a rush of arousal down to her sex, soaking her underwear further.
You take the centre of her bra between your fingers and pull it away from her chest and down her arms, revealing the fresh, unmarked mounds with perked nipples. You wet your bottom lip with your tongue as you unabashedly stare down at her tits, admiring the slight bounce they do when the red head beneath you shifts ever so slightly.
Leaning down, you capture a nipple in your mouth as the other gets treatment from your hand, kneading the soft flesh and pinching the flesh, rolling it between your fingers. Swirling your tongue around her hardened bud and teasing it between your teeth, Natasha releases sweet moans that’re music to your ears.
You alternate between her bosom, giving equal treatment to each breast, dragging out her sweet moans with just your mouth on her round tits. You grin in satisfaction with the sounds you draw from her, fuelling your own arousal.
Leaning back to sit on your calves, you stare down at her like before, admiring the state of her mewling and moaning, sweating like a sinner in church. Your gaze lowers to her jeans and with nimble movements, you pop the button and begin to slowly unzip the front.
Natasha quickly picked up on your plans and proceeded to remove her boots in a haste, kicking them off and toeing off her white ankle socks. You hooked your pointer fingers into the belt loops at the front and began to shimmy her trousers down, her assisting you with raising her hips, allowing you to slip her jeans past her ass and down her thighs before finally removing the item of clothing, leaving her in nothing but her soaked panties. You could practically smell the arousal emitting from her sex.
Pushing yourself back further, you lie on your front between her legs, everything below your mid abdomen laying across the carpeted floor. Natasha lifts her upper body and leans up on her elbows, looking at you with hooded eyes and a flush face, a pretty pink hue prominent on her cheeks.
You smirked as you slowly glided your fingertips up along each thigh like a gentle breeze passing through blades of grass, purposely missing the area she needed you most causing her to needily whine like a child. You chuckled at her impatience and lowered your head to place tender, slow kisses from her knee up towards her slicked sex, her aching core. Once again, you skip past her pussy and repeat your actions on her other smooth, soft leg.
She whined once more, bucking her hips slightly and huffing as she watches you, pleading with her eyes. “Не дразните меня,” she pouted, naturally and unintentionally slipping back into her native language. (Don’t tease me.)
You chuckled once more as your hand ghosted along her flesh, raising up towards her underwear that’s dripping in her arousal. You loosely grip the front of the lacey material and strip it off her body at an antagonising pace causing her to squirm.
Tossing the thin fabric over your shoulder haphazardly, you eyed her wet folds and subconsciously licked your lips at the site, desperately wanting to devour her and eat her out until her throat is raw from screaming your name and her body is writhing from overstimulation.
Lowering your face, you close your eyes and groan as you lick a stripe up between her folds, enamoured with how she tastes. She moans as you do so, desperately fighting against her eyes closing in favour of watching you between her legs.
Reopening your clouded eyes, you stare up at her through your eyelashes as you slowly hoist one legs after the other over your shoulders. Locking eyes with Natasha, you slip one finger up and down between her folds before slowly pushing in, curling it upwards and feeling the ridged walls, quickly finding her G-spot from memorising her body all those years ago.
She moans wantonly and pants like a bitch in heat, her hips moving in an attempt to grind against your hand and spur you on to move. A devilish smirk plasters across your lips before delving in between her legs and pressing your tongue flat against her throbbing, untouched clit.
This time, she can’t fight the need to close her eyes, squeezing them shut tightly and moaning loudly, her hand shooting towards your head and grasping a handful of your hair. You wrap your lips around her pulsing nub and suck harshly as you add another finger in her entrance, beginning to thrust the two digits in and out of her core at a fast pace.
Her legs already began to tremble, her thighs clamping around your head in a weak attempt to keep you in place. Natasha tries to grind herself against your face, her hips rising and falling until your unoccupied arm comes to lay across her pelvic area, pushing her down and keeping her still.
She tugs at your hair causing you to groan against her, which in return emits a lengthy, loud moan to sound from her. You lap at her clit, alternating between sucking and swirling your tongue around her clit in figures of eights. She relishes in the pleasure you bring her which increases by tenfold when your fingers speed up and begin to thrust in and out of her clenching, pulsating pussy at a relentless speed.
Her tremble in her legs intensify, signifying she was closer and closer to orgasm. You pull your fingers from inside her and lower your mouth to her entrance, delving your tongue deep inside her and your fingers that are coated in her slick begin to vigorously swipe her clit.
“Да! Да! Еще! Пожалуйста, Боже, да!” Her screams are high pitched and breathy, begging for her release that soon washes over her, her upper body falling against the mattress as her body convulses and ever muscle tenses, her back arching of the bed. Her toes curl and the heels of her feet dig into your back painfully, though you pay no mind to it. You help her ride her orgasm out by continuously lapping at her sex, sinfully slurping up her sweet juices, groaning as it hits your tongue and coats your lower face. (Yes! Yes! More! Please, God yes!)
Natasha’s body becomes limp after a good minute and she lazily tries to remove you from her throbbing pussy, already becoming overstimulated as you continue to eat her out. Her chest heaves up and down heavily as you finally lift your head from between her legs, an appetising sight she drinks in hazily.
Your chin glistens with her cum as you remove her legs from over your shoulders and move back to hover over her body, grinning wolfishly down at her. She cracks her eyes open lazily and you chuckle.
“Я знаю, что в тебе больше, лисенок,” you tease. “Куда подевалась твоя выносливость? We used to go for hours on end and you’re already done?” (I know you have more in you, little fox.) (Where has all your stamina gone?)
“I just…need a…minute,” she breathlessly responds, direly trying to calm and control her breathing.
“Good because I don’t intend on stopping just yet.” With that, you crash your lips on to hers once more, your tongue diving into her mouth, allowing her to taste herself.
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The last thing Natasha remembers is passing out beside you after receiving what she believes could easily be her 15th orgasm, maybe more. It’s all a hazy dream to her. The early morning rush of the world outside the apartment rouses her awake, naked and only covered in a thin sheet.
You were not beside her, where she believed she would find you.
Then a clattering sound from the kitchenette the two of you sat in yesterday was heard through the small, dingy apartment and gave her a rough idea of where she could find you. Sitting up on the mattress that rested on nothing but the floor below seeing as the bed broke from the night’s activities, her eyes scanned the room as she held the sheet up to her chest. Her fiery locks were dishevelled, and her eyes were small slits as they still adjusted to the morning light.
The room was still dark as there was barely any light to illuminate the environment, she was in. Her eyes landed on her underwear from yesterday so, with the sheet wrapped tightly around her figure, she crawled across the mattress and stretched to grab them, bringing them to her body quickly and slipping them on.
She also spotted what she assumed was one of your t-shirts across the room. Natasha stood from her position on the mattress and crossed the room to pick it up and slide it over her head, slipping her arms through their designated holes.
The t-shirt was relatively baggy and loose on her body, but she certainly didn’t mind as it engulfed her in your scent, something she once again finds familiar and quite comforting.
With quiet, small steps, she makes her way out of the bedroom and into the hallway, the old, wooden floorboards cold against the soles of her bare feet. If you hadn’t know she was making her way towards you before, the squeak in on of the floorboards certainly notified you of her presence. Turning the corner, she spots you with your back to her, grey sweatpants cover your lower half as a tight, black t-shirt hides your upper body, head lowered slightly as you fidget with something underneath the table she couldn’t quite see.
“Hey,” she softly calls out. Your head raises and looking over your shoulder, you send her a smile.
You stand from the chair at the table and turn your body to face her, one hand hid behind your body slightly, obstructing her view of what you held though, with how comfortable and suddenly safe she felt around you, she disregarded it, allowing herself to be completely oblivious to what could possibly happen to her.
What a stupid mistake Natasha had made.
“Доброе утро, маленькая лиса. Did you sleep well?” You continued to smile at her, lowering her walls further. (Good morning, little fox.)
She beamed up at you as she slowly moved closer. “I did.” She wrapped her arms around your torso as she looked up at you.
You chuckled as you looked right back at her, twirling the object in your hand minutely. “Good.”
She raised up on to the tip of her toes, you meeting her half way by leaning down. You met in a sweet kiss which you slowly pulled away from. Natasha lowered herself back to stand as she rested her head against your chest, her head turned to her left, her eyes unfocused at the cupboards in the kitchen.
Your right arm came to wrap around her shoulders, slowly combing through her hair, your chin coming to rest atop her head. She hummed in contentment as you carded through her locks and closed her eyes, enjoying the action and the warmth your body radiated.
Placing a tender kiss atop her head, you chuckle at her state. “It seems someone is still tired.”
“Mhm,” is all you get in response, the calming movements of your hand nearly lulling her to sleep.
“Maybe you should go rest more.”
“I don’t wanna,” she mumbled childishly, making a smile pull at your lips before your face turned stoic.
You sweep her hair to the side, away from her neck as you slowly raise your left hand from behind your back, the object glinting in the dim kitchen light. “It wasn’t a suggestion.”
Her eyebrows furrowed and before she could pull away to look up at you and question what you had meant, she felt a sharp pinch in the right side of her neck. Her eyes snapped open, and she pulled away from you as quickly as her body would allow.
Look at you with wide, panicked eyes, she spots the HYDRA branded syringe in your hand, empty of any substance before looking at you with a mix of emotions swirling behind her green orbs; hurt, betrayal, sadness, anger.
“Why?” she croaked out, her speech already slurring. Black spots invaded her vision, her body swaying lightly as the effects of strong sedative provided by HYDRA work fast. She stumbles away from you, turning her body and taking slowly, drunken like steps. She only manages to reach the couch before falling forward, slumping on to it, desperately trying to fight unconsciousness.
You sighed deeply, looking to the floor for a moment then looking towards her as she rotates her body, now lying face up, half of her body over the edge of the piece of furniture. Your steps are intimidating and as you close in on her, you see one more emotion behind those eyes the old you had always found so beautiful.
You crouch down beside her, your head not far from her own. With a completely stoic expression, you finally answer her. “I told you. I have a mission.”
That was the final thing Natasha heard before she entered a deep sleep that was induced by the sedative, her body falling limp.
Coming to stand once more, you turn on your heel and return to the table, reaching underneath to retrieve the earpiece that had been stored there for when you next needed. Bringing it up, you slot it into your ear, a crackle of static before silence. Pressing down on the item in question, you speak.
“Hol mir Strucker.” A moment of silence passes before your superiors’ voice sounds out through the earpiece. “Ich habe die schwarze Witwe und bereite das Extraktionsteam vor.” (Get me Strucker.) (I have the black widow. Get the extraction team ready.)
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Well shit
The last paragraph was German, if you couldn’t tell
Also, STRUCKER?!
“Ain’t that mf supposed to be dead?”
Yeah, well, like I said, this shit does not follow the events of the MCU like at all lmao
But like, look at me treating you to another part so soon
LMAO
Lewis O’Connor also made another appearance, so be warned that you may not have seen the last of him
If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know
Anywho, I hope you enjoy
As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D
