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P.S: All chapters are in Natasha's point of view!

It could have been days, weeks... But I'm beginning to think it's been months since I went missing. But nobody's came for me. Nobody. Not that I cared, sending more people would just result in chaos and more collateral damage. More than I was prepared to deal with.

As I begin to open my eyes at last, I notice how dim the room is. Probably just one lamp in the darkness for the guard to check on me once in a while. This feels all too familiar and that, is where things go sour.

As soon as I blink my eyes open fully and begin to look around, the light goes out and I feel more relaxed... But why? The dark is meant to scare, it's meant to frighten me into giving my captors something, but I'm not that stupid.

I've been kept in the dark, literally and figuratively, most of my life to protect me. It's what keeps me safe. As my eyes slowly adjust, I check around myself and let out a breath.

I'm not going to let them think I'm afraid... Because I'm not, but surely they have a plan with the light and that's what I'm anticipating. The next thing I know, there are fists on my body. They're delivering punches to my sides, to my face and even my eyes. I can't do much, being tied to the wall has its limits, but I'm fairly sure that these guys know me. My hands and feet are tied.

Somebody knows.

My mind and heart begin to race as I feel the punches get harder and I feel a familiar fist on my stomach. It's harder, colder and stronger than all the rest and it makes me cry out with the power of the punch. It's the first real noise of pain I've made since they caught me.

"James."

I whisper his name, just barely. His punch seemed to drain my life force. I feel him hesitate for a moment and then there's a prick on my arm. The scenery doesn't change but I can't feel the punches anymore.

It takes a few hours before I come around again, this time strapped down to a bed. As I come to my senses, I slowly frown and wince in pain as I try to move my legs. I feel like I've been butchered. I lift up my head to look down at my body and see a vertical line across my stomach. Someone has butchered me and by the looks of it, they meant to keep me alive.

I can't figure out why they wanted me alive until I see James looming above me. We stare into each other's eyes and he moves a hand down my body. I whimper and struggle under his touch, not wanting to be felt by him. He turns away and talks to someone I can't see.

"It worked. She's pregnant."

I begin to panic. There's no way it could be possible. They made sure that this wouldn't happen… so why and how? I can't think of anything to say, but I'm pretty sure they'd shut me up before I could say too much. Besides, it's not like I have the strength to. I slowly open my eyes to look up at them again. All I can see is James staring down at me. It's a strange feeling and I can't quite understand why he's there… Unless… No, he couldn't have. There's a lot of doubt in my mind but I'm pretty sure… No. I shut down the thoughts immediately. It's not possible and so in my mind, it's not real.

I can't understand why someone would want to use my body as a way to gain a child. The KGB made sure specifically that we couldn't reproduce… so why? There's questions swimming around my mind but I don't want to ask… If I ask, what would happen? Sure I'd get answers but at what cost? To have my worst fears realised? I don't want that… It hurts to even think about it. I see James above me once more, moving his metal fingers through my hair and then it goes dark.

I awaken what seems like moments later in a small and white padded room. The scene instantly reminds me of a mental institute. My eyebrows furrow in the middle and I take a moment to look around. I then slowly place my hands on my chest, slowly moving them down until I come across a bump and choke back a sob. I never expected this to happen, not to me. At all. I just know it's been at least three months since I last saw anyone, I'm beginning to wonder what they did to me.

It's evident but I want more answers. Why didn't I wake up until now? Why even… It suddenly comes to me and my thoughts stop dead.

They didn't want me to abort the baby.

That's why… they knew I wouldn't kill an innocent child if I knew I was pregnant… The thought brings tears to my eyes and I close my eyes to capture them beneath my eyelids. If anyone's watching, I don't want them to see me crying over the fact that I was now carrying a child – something I thought would never happen. How much longer were they going to keep me in here?

Hazarding a guess, I'd probably be kept here until I gave birth which wasn't ideal at all. But I suppose Hydra wanted to keep the baby for themselves and therefore would keep me here until they could get their hands on it and that scared me more than anything. I wanted to see my friends, to figure out what I was going to do about this baby.

A dish was pushed through a flap which looked all too much like a cat flap and I dive for the meal, not even thinking about what they could've done to it. I'm too hungry to care, nor do I want to care. I just want to eat. It doesn't take long for the sedatives to take care of me. It's just another stupid mistake I've made and soon my vision goes black once more.

Another stupid mistake and I wouldn't be surprised if I ended up dead.

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