Hey guys! So one day I decided that I was horribly bored so I started randomly typing on my laptop. So this is officially my first real fan fiction. Ever. I wrote like, 90 pages of it in one entire day. Few weeks after I forgot I ever wrote it but I stumbled upon it while browsing my files so I re-read it and thought it was actually pretty good (at least, to me). But I gotta give you guys some heads up though:
-There would be profanity on almost every single chapter
-Smut, or at least mention of smut on every chapter.
-One more thing I'm kind of uncomfortable writing but I did anyway was:rape. There are numerous rapes, described vividly.
But overall... it's not just a porn fic. It has an actual story that progresses forward.
Enjoy!
*THIS FIC IS SET SOMETIME AFTER THE AVENGERS BUT BEFORE CA:THE WINTER SOLDIER*
(Let's pretend Brutasha and Laura Barton never existed, shall we?)
Natasha Romanoff was never the social type.
She is one hell of a good liar, though. She puts on masks of different personalities to get into people's minds, to get them to do whatever she wants. 90% of the time, it works. Quite easily. Most people are easy to deceive.
However the 10%...
This is the moment she hates the most. It has been three years. Three damn straight years since she failed a fucking mission, and yet, here she is. Compromised with no backup plan, no extraction team on the move. She guarantees nobody even know she's missing. Not yet. Even Fury.
"Seems to me you should have been a little more careful, Black Widow." The man in front of her said calmly with a triumphant smile. Natasha tries hard not to flinch. She doesn't want the man to know how terrified she feels at the moment. She took deep breath, mouth shut with a tape wrapped tightly around her head, gripping it so tightly that it makes her head throb and gives her a slight dizziness. As much as she wanted to answer him, she can't. The man has shoved a piece of cloth inside her mouth before wrapping the tape, so that she isn't able to talk. She clenched her fists tighter, arms tied behind her back and her legs wrapped by long, heavy chains that are attached to a wall. Damn, this man really is prepared. Most people takes tying her legs for granted because they usually don't know that her legs are very lethal. But him, this man, he knows.
He took few steps closer and bent down, pulling her by the jaw with one hand. She let out a surprised gasp. The man is still smiling, his face cunning like a fox, and eyes as dark as night they look so inhuman. She felt his breathing blowing to her face thanks to their closeness. " My, my, my. You indeed are beautiful, aren't you?" He remarked while his eyes moved around, taking in a good look across every inch of her face. Natasha swallowed, angry and terrified at the same time, grunting with rage, hands and feet yanking hopelessly against the chains and rope.
The man let out a devious, psychopathic laugh at her struggle. She almost gagged as she was about to scream in profanity to curse at him until she remembered that she cannot speak at all. So she just stared at him, anger boiling up in her clear green eyes.
"Hush, my little spider." He ran his fingers through her hair. She yanked her head to the side with reluctance and disgust. The man slapped her. She shrieked. "YOU MUST NEVER DISRESPECT ME." He exclaimed. Then just like that, he walked away, left the room and slammed the door shut.
Natasha needs to get the hell away from this place.
Because she has a feeling something really, really bad is going to happen to her if she doesn't.
6 Hours ago
"You slept with him?" Clint raised his voice, frustration showing in his face, his eyebrows tilted in such a way and there are tiny wrinkles on his forehead. Natasha had always thought he looks oddly cute when he's angry.
She shrugged and rolled her eyes while turning her back and walking away.
She felt and heard Clint's footsteps thumping sternly behind her. " Hey, Tasha. Answer me. I'm trying to have a conversation here."
"Well I'm not." She stopped and turned.
"Sleeping with him?" Clint looked a little more relieved.
She raised an eyebrow. "Trying to have a conversation."
And just like that, his whole facial expression changed and his body tensed. " WHY? Why would you fucking let that stupid bastard fuck you?"
"Why are you yelling? It's Sunday for fuck's sake. Be happy, will ya?" She decided to ignore the fact that he, indirectly, just offended her.
"Because the woman I−" His mouth was half open but he froze there. Unable to continue.
"The woman you what? What, Clint?" Natasha said, indifferent.
He shook his head, loosened his shoulders and rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. "No, nothing. You're right. I shouldn't have freaked out like that. I have no right to. Sorry."
" Great then." She looked down to her wrist to check her watch. "Shit. My jet's leaving. See you in four days Clint." She turned away again, walking down the Triskelion's empty hall but not before stopping for the last time and turning back with a half smile on her face. "Thanks for your concern anyway."
When she finally walked out the door, Clint looked out from the glass window, to the view of the city outside from the twentieth floor. He sighed deeply to himself, words hung in the air as he whispered to himself "I love you Tasha" so softly even he himself can barely hear it.
He had always loved her. And probably, always will. Sure, he's not some charming billionaire, a hammer wielding demigod, a super genius scientist or some athletic patriotic hunk. But he really does love her. At first it was just stupid, inappropriate dreams he had of her every night, but then they started partnering up, have missions together and protecting each other. He grew to trust her as she grew to trust him. They have always had each other's backs. It didn't take long for him to realize he was falling in love with her. And the realization struck him quick as he lay with her on a cheap mattress of an empty building in Budapest, her fingers trailed through his bare back on their glorious afterglow. Naked, sweaty, exhausted, but satisfied and happy. She was laughing, commenting on something he couldn't remember. But he remembered the smile she had on her face, the sound of her laugh, the feel of her chest pressed against him, her lips exploring his, her smooth, beautiful red hair, and the sound of her hum and moan. She was beautiful, and he remembered how they stayed up all night after and talked. Just talk. As the sun rises she fell asleep by his side and he remembered waking up and watching her. Her beauty, her grace. Admiring her soft skin and listening to the quiet sound of her breathing.
After that day she always acted like nothing happened. That the beautiful moment they had never existed, that she and Clint had always been nothing but partners. Clint had tried to confront her about it but he always backed out. He just couldn't face her and say it.
And she kept sleeping with different people. Sometimes Clint just wished he could turn his head and shove dirt in his ears or just be completely deaf so that he wouldn't have to hear the latest scoops going around the workplace. SHIELD may seem like super bad-ass and serious organization, but inside, it's nothing but a regular office with normal people trying to meddle with each other's daily lives, aside from the fact that it's filled with office employees who hack into stuff and field workers (agents) who…well, protect the world.
And words spread fast. And sometimes Clint doesn't even know what to believe. He knows that Natasha wouldn't just jump on the next guy she sees. She has her standards, and for all he knew they guys she has slept with all ended up falling in love with her. Some people call her a 'whore', others just think she's a beautiful but nonethless still a deadly and manipulative assassin people should stay away from. But either way, not many people like her.
She slept with Grant Ward, a good looking level 6 field agent. Then there was Toby Gillies, a nerdy analyst. There was also a rumor that she slept with Tony Stark, but when Clint tried asking her about it she just pretended that he never asked her that. So he never knows for sure. New word is, she's sleeping with Steve Rogers. Knowing Captain America in person, the rumor seems unlikely, but judging by how often Fury seems to partner them up lately, it worries Clint that the rumors may be true. But what angers him is not Steve or anybody on that list. What angers him is that he KNOWS for a fact that she slept with one of the targets she had for a mission to get information. She did get the information that she wanted to have, but still. Clint thinks there should've been lots of other ways to obtain information than to sleep with your own enemy. The dude she slept with was no less than about twenty years older, overweight, and by no offense, pretty ugly. He saw them leaving a party together, so being a good partner that he is he quietly followed her to watch her back, to make sure she's safe. Then he found out they went to a hotel and he saw them entering a room. Few hours later Natasha and the man came out. She and Clint had an awkwardly long silence on their flight back to D.C.
