5 People Natasha Wants to Kill
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: And one person she only thought she did.
Rating: K+
Author's Note: Six drabbles! One hundred words is hard, man.
Tony Stark
Bruce actually likes him. Steve seems to find enough of Howard in him that they mainly get along. Clint enjoys pranking him, and Thor enjoys drinking contests with him. Natasha, on the other hand, wants to kill him about ten times a day. "Spiderwoman, I'm gonna upgrade the Widow's Bite. Thank me later." "Hey, Red, you, me, and a few bottles of vodka. Fifty bucks to the last one standing." "Ice Queen, I might've blown up one of your guns. Accidentally." If she didn't like Pepper so much, Natasha would've offed him long ago. Also, he owes her fifty dollars.
The Hulk
A very small part of Natasha, one she rarely admits exists, wants to kill the Hulk. Not Bruce, of course; Bruce is the kindest person she's ever known and lets her get away with murder. The Hulk, though, made her feel something she thought she'd left behind: fear. Every time she wakes up with her heart pounding with fading flashes of green behind her eyes, every time her muscles tense imperceptibly when she hears his roar behind her in battle, every time her breath hitches when she thinks Bruce is going to change, she hates the Hulk a little more.
The Red Room
She doesn't remember everything they did to her at the Red Room. What she does remember gives her panic attacks when she hears Russian music in the middle of battle, makes her mind go dark when she sees children in tutus and come back to awareness to find Clint holding her down if she's lucky. What she doesn't remember gives her nightmares and when she wakes, her throat is raw and her nails have made scratches down her arms. If she could, she would take every Red Room leader, tie him to a chair, and dismantle him piece by piece.
Loki
She wishes Clint had put an arrow through Loki's eye, wishes the exploding arrow had blown Loki's head to bits. Knowing that Loki is suffering tremendously in a cage in Asgard without any magic is small comfort when Clint won't touch her or look at her after a bad night, when she has a nightmare in shades of grey and scrambles away from Clint when she wakes. It's even smaller comfort when she allows herself the luxury of thinking about Phil. Maybe killing Loki wouldn't have taken all of that away, but it would have made them both feel safer.
Phil Coulson
It had taken Natasha a long time to trust Phil Coulson, far longer than Clint. She understood people like Clint, who were shattered and pieced back together again. Phil was a suit, and suits were not to be trusted. Suits ran programs, programs like the Red Room, and her hand would go to her gun any time he popped up suddenly. Eventually, Clint convinced him to dress down and her to give him a chance. Then, Phil went and died and she wishes she'd known how much it would hurt, because she would've killed him before she ever trusted him.
Clint Barton
She remembers being tired. Not just tired because of never-ending nightmares, but tired of being Natalia Romanova, tired of being the Black Widow. When the American assassin had refused to stop tailing her, had hit her in the leg with an arrow, she'd stopped fighting the exhaustion and gave up. He'd watched her bleeding out, quietly sat across from her. She'd trained her gun on him for a few seconds before she realized she didn't want to kill him. So he'd talked. When he was done talking, he'd stitched her up and carried her away, and called her Natasha Romanoff.