Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any Marvel characters. This fictional story was written out of pure entertainment and no profit is being made from releasing it.
Author's Note: This is my first time writing a fanfiction about Captain America and/or Black Widow so I apologize in advance for any misinformation or out-of-character reference. I'm still trying to get the hang of this.
This story is based off of the movie "In Your Eyes." If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it. The gist of it is that two people have a psychic connection with each other, and they can hear what they say and sometimes see what they see. I adapted the movie to fit with this story so it's a bit of an AU. Sorry if you don't like AU!
Although, this is a test run. I'd like to see first if people will actually read it. So if a lot of people read and review, then I'll work on the second chapter immediately. If not, the second chapter may take very long to come out. Either way, for those who do read, I hope you enjoy it.
Impossibly Connected
Chapter 1
by genielou
Steve Rogers never felt like a complete person. It has always been like that, even as a small child. It wasn't ambition that he was missing, he was sure of it. It wasn't some sort of materialistic desire. It wasn't love. It was something else; something that he couldn't quite identify. After he became a super soldier, he thought that maybe his new abilities and the new opportunities would fill that void. At one point, he thought that maybe a relationship with Margaret Carter would make the feeling of emptiness go away. It didn't. Despite the adventures, the opportunities, and the love, there was still a piece of him that felt like something was missing. He never did figure out what it was, and if he were to be completely honest, the only relief that came from crashing the plane onto the ice was the realization that he didn't have to ponder over the mysterious emptiness anymore.
Natalia Alianovna Romanova was fearless. She was molded to be a killing machine with no regard for any sort of fear… at least, that was how she presented herself to be. It was the only way to assure her survival in the Black Widow program. It was either fear or be feared. She preferred to be the latter, so every morning, as she rose from her bed, she perfected a mask of stoic coldness that sent tremors down her competitors' spines. It didn't matter what she felt; it didn't matter that she spent every night with nightmares about drowning or being stuck inside a block of ice; none of that mattered, as long as her colleagues regarded her with tremendous caution and her opponents cowered at her feet.
Despite being good at ignoring her nightmares, the question of why she would have nightmares about drowning or being in ice intrigued her. Sometimes, she awoke to a terrifying chill, and she swore she almost felt the sting of frostbite on her arms. As she got older and better at killing, her nightmares shifted to a life that was foreign to her; a life that should be foreign to anyone at her age. At first, she dreamt of jazz music, of pastel-colored dresses, and of missed opportunities to dance. Eventually, her dreams morphed in detailed experiences. She dreamt of failed double dates, of crowded fairs, of military testing, of performing on stage, and of fighting with men that she had never seen before. She felt absolutely disturbed with the emotions that her dreams were emitting. The ambition, the drive, the despair, the love, and the pride; there were so many other emotions that she was unfamiliar with and it made her so uncomfortable. The shift in her dreams made it so difficult for her to maintain her composure that she almost wished that she could have her nightmares back.
When she joined SHIELD and she officially became Natasha Romanoff, her dreams shifted again. She dreamt of events as if she was watching a movie. She dreamt of an old man holding a bottle of liquor and talking to her about being a "good man"; she dreamt of a group of soldiers asking her to open a tab; she dreamt of a handsome man screaming a name that was not hers and looking at her with wild, desperate eyes as his grip on a metal railing slipped and he fell into what seemed like a never-ending white abyss; and she dreamt of looking beyond a cloudy horizon and hearing the defeated voice of a woman, telling her to not be late. She hated the last one the most. After the first time that she dreamt that particular dream, she couldn't get that woman's voice out of her head. Her chest felt heavy for an entire week and the feeling was similar to an emotion she remembered having when she was asked to complete her first kill at the age of 9.
It was a series of dreams, and she thought it strange that all of the dreams occurred in what seemed like a past era. It seemed like the 40's or the 50's, if she were to try to guess. She was curious and she considered consulting Director Fury on why she was having such vivid dreams. Though she quickly changed her mind, out of fear that she would be deemed incapable of performing well on the field. Besides, Captain America was just found alive while being buried deep under ice and everyone at SHIELD was talking about him. From what she has read about him, the guy was supposed to be from World War II. Maybe that was the reason why she was dreaming about that era. Hopefully, the incessant chatter about him will stop as soon as he wakes up.