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I Do Not Own The Avengers!

The gang all collect around the television in synchronised silence as they prepared for what they knew was coming, everyone knew what to expect. The DVD blurred on and Natasha appeared in the centre of the room with a bed to the side whilst she was strapped to a chair. Blood was dried on the side of her face as her chin lay against her chest and her vibrant red hair blocked the view of most of her face. She breathed heavily as the door creaked open and a shadow appeared in the corner of the video.

"Natasha, are you hurting? We could make it better." Igor whimpered as he tried to portray sympathy, she just grunted in response and looked defiantly into his eyes glaring through him with visual disgust.

"Was it the shocks? I'm sorry if it hurt."

"You're not sorry."

"They are not going to find you, you should accept that." He smiled as he slowly stepped towards her and reached for the straps on her wrists. After undoing them Igor prepared for an attack but she didn't move. The Avengers stared in shock as they awaited an attack they soon realised would not come. "Are you tired?"

Agent Romanoff struggled to push up from the chair and walk over to the bed to flop down. Igor strode over and started to push her hair out of her eyes almost lovingly before grabbing her arms and handcuffing them to the bedstead. She tried to kick in protest but her body was too weak from hunger, dehydration and exhaustion. Her futile struggles to escape the cuffs only worried the group watching more.

"Clint! Will she be ok?" Steve worriedly said while observing her weak movements.

"I don't know…"he replied and gasped as he watched Igor climb on top of her small fragile body.

"What is he doing to Lady Natasha?" Thor questioned as they watched Karcoff removed her clothing piece by piece as he struggled. Everything she tried did nothing, biting, kicking, kneeing, scrabbling, nothing seemed to work.

"I-I think, oh God, I think he's going to-going to…" Bruce stuttered as he diverted his eyes from her now naked body.

It all clicked to Thor as he watched Igor undo his belt.

"We should have helped, we should have done something before this happened!" Steve cried as he watched Natasha scream mercilessly in protest for what she knew was going to happen. She arched and bridged trying to knock his body off.

"Will you tell me? You know what I am capable off Natasha." They heard Igor say over her screams.

"No! Never! I won't! I won't!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she bucked repeatedly. The Avengers all sucked in a breathe, she was going to be raped because of them! It wasn't fair. The strongest individual of their group; the person that kept the group together was going to be broken, destroyed because of their difficulty to find her.

"Natasha, I will only ask you once, tell me the location of the Avengers."

She sobered up and looked him square in the eyes, defiance and loathing evident in her gaze, "Go die asshole!"

Steve looked around at the others, all of them wearing exactly the same expression, they were so proud of her, of her refusal, of the love she held for them. She knew exactly what would happen due to her but she didn't care.

She turned to the camera, the first time had even acknowledged its existence and smiled brightly before whimpering a "Don't watch."

"Little Red." Tony cried sadly before staring angrily at the screen. It wasn't fair. He had his suit to protect him, Thor his hammer, Bruce his Hulk, Steve his super soldier skills. She had nothing really to protect her.

Clint stared at the screen as she screamed in agony, "She'll be ok, she can heal herself in no time, she'll be fine." He whispered to himself.

Steve turned to look at him puzzled, he had heard his little comment with his sensitive hearing, "What do you mean?"

"When she was a little girl she was taken from her family and brought to the Red Room. They trained her, tortured her with the same things as this guy. She was the best and became the Black Widow but before she had a chance to escape they injected her with something very similar to your serum. She may not be as strong as you but she is extremely strong compared to most men. She is lightning quick and heals at an extraordinary rate. She's like a super human. I know she will be ok." Barton said to others, distracting them from the screams and cries that were emitted from the screen.

Steve stared at the TV in shock, she was like him? He had never had anyone close to what he was before. He had never fought her properly in training before as she was usually with Tony, Bruce or Clint already practicing. He had observed her often, like a Captain should, and was always gobsmacked with how fluid her movements were and how quickly she could change direction and attack styles. When she got back he would have to fight with her properly and see how close they were matched.

While everyone was thinking about what she was like Bruce asked a question that no one had thought about, "How old was she?" He was always the most caring of them all.

"I don't know, she never really said. I had to get all that information out of her when she was plastered on vodka, oh, she also has to drink A LOT to get drunk. I think that was because of the serum but it might be because she's Russian… But I think it was around 7 or 8. She was out wih her family and then…"

"What did the Soviets do to her?" Tony asked interested, it wasn't everyday they learnt something about the youngest member of the team.

"Most of the stuff this bastard is doing as well as drug induced comas and hallucinations. They used to cut her up with knives and dip her in citric acid."

Bruce winced and closed his eyes in visual pain, "That must have been agony… she doesn't have any scars though."

"I don't get scars, it's due to the serum right?" Steve guessed.

"Yeah I think so."

The background screams they had tried to block out ended abruptly causing all of them to turn and stare at the screen. She had been knocked unconscious due to the pain as he continued to have his way with her.

"We need to find her!" Steve said determined, Thor nodded in agreement.

"I agree, we must find and save Lady Natasha. She needs our help."

"Now Natasha, wake up. We need to finish our questions…" A moan could be heard from her motionless body as he grabbed her naked body and undid her binds.

THWAK! Her left arm flew straight into his jaw and knocked his head hard into wall, hitting him unconscious. She grabbed her shirt from the floor as well as her panties and flung them on quickly before walking over and crouching in front of the camera.

"Boys." She panted with a heaving chest, "I need to get some information, I know I'm in New York and it has busy traffic outside. I'm in basement and I hear church bells every hour. Don't worry about me, a few scratches won't kill me." They all cringed already knowing what she had been through in the last week. The wished she only had scratches. "He's waking up, Barton remember New Delhi? I need you to stay off the bottle. I'm not there to save your ass this time." She smiled before looking at Karcoff's awakening form and running to the door.

She attempted to open it but they could all see it was an act. She was creating a story that Igor would believe, she had tried to escape not communicate with her team.

"Natasha, my little dove, you are in big trouble…" he stalked towards her before smirking at the camera, "Look at the time, I think I will leave it there for you. I have plenty of time to enjoy her while you aren't watching…" The camera clicked off sharply, the last image seen was Nat smiling viciously at Igor and preparing to pounce.

"We better get to work…" Tony stated getting up and walking into his study with the other…

Getting that message to the boys had nearly killed her, she hated having to let that animal touch her such an intimate way, but it was needed if she got the data she wanted and the other Avengers saved her. She hated that they had to watch the things happen to her, that they hear her cries and see the torture inflicted on her. She hated that they had to see her so weak. She wasn't weak.

Igor Karcoff enjoyed inflicting pain of her, he loved the way her face crinkled up in a silent scream, and how she would writher underneath him causing him so much pleasure. He was a sadistic bastard, not the worse she had met but up in the top ten, the ones she left for the officials at the Red Room. She had a list, a list of those she owed something to, mostly death to over nine tenths.

She would be free soon, the boys would find her and she would be safe back in Stark Tower with the others, she could be tucked up in a warm feather blanket and left to sleep for the next few days when she got back. Natasha looked forward to that mental image. She could hug her boys and for once admit that she loved them, they knew but she never said it, never needed to.

It was midnight at the moment ad she was left in total darkness, alone apart from the noises above her, alone in her thoughts and ideas. She was so thirsty…

They would find her, they would find her and everything would be ok.

She would protect their secrets.

They watched video after video for days as they searched for her. Each scream causing tears to appear at their eyes and threaten to fall. She never said a word about them. Their spider protected them with her life.

"Guys, I think I found her." Tony shouted through the apartment drawing all their attention away from their individual tasks and straight to his study.

"Where?" Steve questioned.

"She's on Madison Avenue at either 907 or 909."

"Suit up!" Steve shouted to the others, Thor picked up Mjölnir and waited by the Quinjet for the others to change while Tony just walked over clicking a button making his suit fly over and attach itself to each of his limbs. They all were ready, ready to save their Black Widow.

She was conscious but not fully aware instead zoning out to ignore the drumming heartbeat that she could hear and feel throughout her body as she was submerged in water again. They were drowning her to the point of death and just before bringing her out to choke out the water before dunking her back in before she had time to properly breathe. It was exhausting and was causing an incredible strain on her body, mentally and physically, that left her wishing to die. It all kept adding up, everything just got worse and worse. The video camera was in the right hand corner of the room watching her, watching her chokes and sputters as she gasped for air.

They hadn't even questioned her this time, instead just torturing her because they could, because she was the submissive in this category. She felt like shit.

Natasha Romanoff was an excellent liar, even to herself, she was trained to make them believe the lie and after hearing it in her head for so long she was starting to accept it as fact. But the lie of rescue could only go so far before you realised it was false. Why hadn't they come for her?

She wanted to hear Tony's 'Capsicle' jokes, sit in the corner of Bruce's lab and watch without any communication as they revolved around each other, fight and train with Clint in their awesome gym, help teach Steve about the 21st century while laughing with him as they watched a modern movie and go out with Thor for extra Poptarts at 3 in the morning. She even wanted to go on those dreaded shopping trips with Pepper.

She thought of all this as she struggled against the arm keeping her under the surface and then Natasha just stopped struggling, what was the point? She was going to die anyway. She stayed there for a minute more before they pulled her out, couldn't they leave her in so she wouldn't have to go through the rest of their extensive torture. The most painful thing of the whole experience was that the boys had to watch it all, she could deal with her own pain but others…

She wasn't an emotional person, not like Bruce or Steve who wore their hearts on their sleeves and were open and honest with everyone. She wished she could have been like that when she had the chance to be with them.

A loud clash was heard above in the house but it was muffled by the water she was back drowning in. The door clicked open and Natasha could see the silhouette of a figure through the surface of the water, probably Igor back to have fun with her. One second she was underwater, the next she was choking out the water sat in someone's lap while they caressed her back. She acted immediately and flung herself at the individual, swinging round to put them in a choke hold while she sat on their shoulders.

She was picked off gently, but quickly, and put back on the ground.

"Natasha…"

Her head snapped up to stare into the calm blue eyes in front of her, how could he be here? She cried remorsefully, "I'm dead aren't I?"

"No, you're not dead Nat, you're going to be fine, just let me get you out of here…"

"Thanks but I'm waiting you see. I'm waiting to be rescued by my team. I can't trust you, the drugs they gave me make me see things. I need to wait here for my boys."

"Nat…"

"The real you will be here soon."

"I'm really sorry." SMACK! He hit her on the back of the skull and knocked her out quickly. Lifting up her body so he could carry her, Steve walked out the door to find the others finishing off the pricks that took her.

She would be fine when the drugs and pain and problems wore off…

Thanks again for everything, I'm thinking of adding a romance but between who? Advise in a lovely review please?