Summary: He was lost in his own mind. She was lost to the pain of her past. Together, they found themselves again. Co – Written with BlackHawk's Child. Bucky/OC, Steve/Sharon, Clint/Natasha, Wanda/OC, Sam/OC, Scott/Hope and Tony/Pepper. Soulmate AU story. Alpha Bucky/Omega OC. Dominant Bucky and Dominant Winter Soldier. Rated M for graphic violence, language, sexual assault and eventual sexual scenes.
You Hung The Moon
Chapter 2
"We perform the spell. It's going to be hard as we'll be going into his mind and removing all the trigger words that were placed in his mind by Karpov," Elise said grimly, her eyes flashing dark red briefly as her mind went to the Russian Soviet General who had been working with HYDRA. Wanda nodded and she wrapped red tendrils of dark red energy around him while Elise placed her hands on either side of his head, entering his mind.
Bucky's mind was dark and like a maze. Slowly, they began asking him questions in Romanian, Russian, Polish, Irish, Scottish, and French and even in Danish before the trigger words were taken away.
"Nettoyer l' ame," Elise whispered in French.
James tensed briefly and she saw his eyes tighten in pain. Very quickly, Wanda began putting up mental blocks to ensure that James wasn't mind controlled again by anyone.
"Bucky?" Steve asked quietly, worry in his voice as he made a move to see if his best friend was alright.
James turned to look at him and smiled faintly before looking at Elise. "Mon ange, Elise?" he asked in a seasoned French accent and Elise looked shocked. She looked at the writing on her right wrist and showed it to him; it had the same words.
"Mon ange, James," Elise said softly.
Bucky looked at her quietly before taking her hand with his newly made silver vibranium metal left arm. "Keep calling me James, doll. Only Steve and his friends call me Bucky or Barnes," James whispered quietly and stroked her cheek. But when he smelt Natasha, he turned and glared at the red-head.
Natasha knew Bucky would be vengeful towards her. After all, it was her fault that HYDRA had implanted the trigger words in 1991 after they had found out that the two had lovers while he was training her during his time in the Red Room. Natasha could do nothing but watch when they tortured him.
"Hello, James," Natasha greeted softly, making Clint glare at her, slightly hurt and everyone winced. This would cause a fight.
James noticed the hurt in Clint's glare before looking back at the red-head. Despite still being the beauty the Red Room and HYDRA had constructed her to be, she looked sick. The dark circles under her eyes, the gaunt shallow look on her face. "You're pregnant, Natalia," he stated, his eyes softening slightly. "Finally free, I see?"
"I am," she agreed, feeling Clint's glare on her. "They moved you several times before I left. I was sent on a mission. When I came back, you were gone. I was sent on two more before SHIELD sent my own mate to kill me. Obviously, Clint made a different call."
James snorted. "Obviously," he agreed, his eyes flickering between her and Clint. "You let Steve and I go. Why?"
Natasha tilted her head and smirked half-heartedly. "You weren't my mission," she replied. "Though, I failed my mission anyways."
Steve's eyes widened in realisation and he turned to Natasha. "You were playing both of us," he accused. "Fury had you playing babysitter again."
Natasha snorted. "Not Fury this time. Pepper, on the other hand, is just as persuasive," she answered with a slow shrug.
"And everything else?" Clint asked hotly, making Natasha flinch at the sound of his harsh tone.
"Neuzheli my ne mozhem govorit' ob etom pozzhe, Moy Al'fa?" the red-head asked quietly.
"Don't call me that," he growled in reply. "You seem to be friendlier to your old lover than to your own mate and child."
Natasha flinched again, her hands clenching around her body protectively. James recognised the action; the same one she got when Ivan Petrovitch wanted to 'speak with her alone'.
Squeezing Elise's hand, he looked at his own mate who raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded his head towards where Clint was standing in front of Natasha, his Alpha side growling loudly as Natasha continued to refuse to look at him.
Elise nodded in understanding before reluctantly letting go of James' hand and walking over to where Natasha and Clint stood. "Breathe, Natasha. Focus on the here and now. Not the Red Room. Not HYDRA. Not SHIELD. Here and now," she ordered gently, standing in front of the red-haired Omega. "Focus."
Natasha swallowed before nodding. Her hands slowly uncurled before she whispered, "I'm going to my bedroom." With that she left, still refusing to look Clint in the eye.
Clint glared at her retreating form. "Excuse me. I need some fresh air," Clint said finally and nodded at James. The archer clapped the Sergeant on the shoulder before the former walked out of the room in an angry silence.
"We'll let you two get to know each other. Among other things," Steve said finally. James nodded in thanks before watching them all leave.
Elise turned to face James who was watching her silently. He stood up and she watched as he rested his metal hand on her face. He growled low and feral. "I remember you. You were always in my dreams whenever I woke up from cyrostasis. They couldn't keep us apart, doll," James whispered roughly and she felt heat pool in her lower belly.
"You remember me?" Elise asked quietly and James nodded. He nuzzled her neck and she leaned into his embrace.
"I couldn't forget you, no matter how hard HYDRA tried. The moon reminded me of you and… I started having dreams about you," James admitted and Elise smiled; he'd had dreams about her, too?
"What happened in these dreams?" she whispered, tilting her neck and giving her Alpha more room to nuzzle his scruff against her skin.
"Different things. Sometimes we'd be lying naked in bed. You lying on top of my chest, the moon shining through the window," he whispered, grinning when she shivered. "Sometimes, I'd be making love to you. But most of the time, you'd just lay with me, resting, peaceful."
Elise turned her head to look at him. "Even though you were with other Omegas during the years," she whispered, her voice low.
"It was never love," he promised, his eyes narrowing as he lifted his head. "You are my mate, Elise. You belong to me and I, you," he growled, pulling her closer to him.
Elise sighed and brought her hands up to gently card through his hair. "Sorry. I know," she whispered placatingly.
James grumbled lowly before returning to nuzzle her neck. "You smell so good, so beautiful and these curves drive me insane Elise. So damn beautiful and all mine," James growled as he nipped at her neck, causing her to shudder.
Elise arched her body against his, her body aching for him to touch her like he had in her dreams; he had been her fantasy lover and she felt her body curl up slightly at the thoughts. James rested his hands under her breasts. Her dress stuck against her body as desire overwhelmed her and dear god she just wanted him to take her there and then.
As if sensing her thoughts, he pressed his lips to hers in a hard, passionate kiss, backing her up against the wall, his hard body pressing against her soft body. She was beautiful and her long strawberry blonde wavy hair had come out of the braid. James had an urge to run his fingers through it. Elise gasped in his mouth but accepted the kiss. Her tongue met his as James felt his body roar with longing and desire. He imagined her naked underneath the moonlight, her peach coloured skin naked to him and he suddenly felt his cock twitch in desire as he smelt something. His Omega's arousal.
"Come here, doll," he said roughly. Elise moved towards him shyly when he kissed her harder and felt her breasts pressing against the thin material of his white vest. His omega, the woman who he had dreamed about, pressed against him. Finally.
'She's ours. Take her before some other alpha does or Stark finds us and takes her away,' the Winter Soldier urged.
Elise whimpered as James pressed against her. She felt him growl deeply against her lips, the scent of his arousal taking over all of her senses. "James. Please," she begged as she broke the kiss, rubbing her nose along his. "I'm yours."
James lifted her up and carried her over to the nearest table, grinning when she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, pulling him flush against her. He ground his erection against her, his grin growing when his mate lay down, offering herself to him. "You look so beautiful, doll," he whispered in awe.
"And you're not broken," she whispered, voicing his unworded concern. "I belong to you, James."
"And I belong to you, Elise. I don't belong to Natasha or any other women who I've slept with, I only belong to you," James growled roughly and pulled up her dress. He saw, to his pleasure, that she was wearing dark red panties with black lace on the seam. He pulled them to the side before burying his metal fingers inside of her wet, warm heat. She cried out in sheer pleasure as she rocked her hips in time with the thrust of his fingers. He growled darkly and buried his face into her soft neck. She smelt so good, looked so beautiful and he gripped her hair with his flesh hand, feeling the soft wavy locks before he kissed her long and passionately.
Elise moaned as he moved his two fingers inside her. Growling, he removed them momentarily so he could tear her panties off with his metal arm before returning them to inside her. He barely registered attention as she hooked her left leg over his right shoulder. He kissed her and pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing the black lacy bra she wore. He pulled the bra cup down before latching onto her left nipple hungrily. Her hands explored his toned chest, feeling the scars that were there before she reached for his black jeans. She grinned when James jerked against her and growled roughly when she slid her hand inside and cupping his rock hard cock with her hands.
"So fucking beautiful and all mine. I want to take you now, under the sun and under the moon. You're my moon, Drabani, my goddess," James growled roughly.
Elise shuddered at his endearment in Romani before she tangled her left hand into his dark brown locks and continued to pump his cock. "Then take me, mon soldat," she whispered, spreading her legs on the table, leaving her bare to her Alpha.
James groaned and removed his fingers from her sex, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick her taste from the metal appendages. He grinned around his fingers when Elise moaned at the sight, one of her hands cupping her breast and teasing her nipple while the other found its way down to the apex of her thighs. Just before she could touch her clit, he caught her hand with his flesh one, his grin widening when she whimpered.
"Please, James," she begged, her hips bucking as he dropped his jeans and stepped out of the rest of his clothes, standing bare in front of her. She greedily ran her eyes over him before falling to his proud erection, standing ready for her. "Take me, mon soldat."
In response, he leaned down and ran a slow, long lick along her entrance, moaning at the taste of her on his tongue. Elise cried out at his actions, groaning his name when he repeated his actions a third and fourth time. James spreads her legs further apart with his strong, broad shoulders and licked her harder. He felt her hands run through his dark brown locks.
"Too much, lyubovnik?" James asked huskily, feeling Elise shudder against his mouth when he spoke.
"Yes... Oh god, please don't stop, James!" Elise cried heavily. She felt her stomach tense up, in a bubble of pleasure.
James held onto her hips tightly when he felt her thighs tense either side of his head. "Come for me, Elise. Come for me vozlyublennaya. I want to see your face as I taste your pleasure," James growled roughly, a hint of dominance in his voice. Elise opened her eyes and let out a loud cry of pleasure, her body shaking as she came on James's tongue. James held onto her tightly as he drank her juices, growling at the taste.
"Inside me, James. I want you inside of me," Elise said pleadingly when she came down from her high, wanting to feel him inside her.
James growled and crawled up her body, kissing and caressing every scar that he saw. He leaned over her and put all of his weight on his metal arm. He looked at her and saw how much she cared for him. She readily wrapped her arms around him tightly and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "Wrap your legs around my waist," James ordered roughly but Elise shook her head gently.
"No, it's my turn to make you come, moy volk. So let me touch you," Elise whispered softly. She began pumping his rock hard cock. He let out a sound that was half between a growl and a snarl at the sensation. Elise pumped his cock, smiling at the look of longing and desire on James' face. He wrapped his left arm around her tightly while his metal and human fingers began pinching and cupping her breasts.
"Fucking hell, Elise. You're so wet," James growled roughly when he brought his flesh hand and touched her wet cunt.
"Well, I did just come," she mumbled, letting her head tilt forward against his shoulder as her hand stilled pumped his cock. "Now I wanna see you come."
James smirked against her skin and then kissed her lips before suddenly moving and biting her neck. It wasn't incredibly hard but it was enough to make her cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
"James," she moaned as her grip only tightened around his cock.
"Fucking need you," he growls against her. She smiled and looked at him.
"I need you too," she murmured. She leaned in and kissed him before pulling herself away. Suddenly, she sunk down on her knees before taking his cock into her mouth. James sucked in a breath before exhaling, watching Elise work his cock with her mouth. His hands fisted into her hair for a while before he grabbed her by the shoulders and began fucking her mouth with gentle enough strokes. His stomach tightened. His mind remembered the stolen moments that he and Elise had shared. Touches, kisses, simply holding her, and then he remembered being the first man who had entered her dreams.
"This brings back memories," he grunted roughly, pulling at her dark wavy strawberry blonde locks as she sucked and pumped him. He watched as she began pulling at her left nipple softly.
Elise smirked and felt James coming. His body tensed up and he let out a dark growl as he came inside her mouth. She swallowed it all before she looked over at him with a smile. "Missed doing that."
Jesus. He could already feel his cock harden just from hearing that falling from her lips. James breathed in heavily before he pulled Elise up into his arms, crushing his lips to hers. He moved on top of her and felt her wrap her legs around him tightly.
"I want to make love to you. I want to take you as mine and take you in every way if you let me," James growled roughly.
Elise smiled, as she brushed some hair away from his face gently with her hands. "I'm not going to stop you. I want you inside me, James. Now. And I don't want you to hold back," Elise promised passionately as she cupped his face. He let out a feral growl before he thrust into her gripping her by the hips tightly.
"So fucking tight... So fucking beautiful," James growled roughly as he thrust into her heavily.
Elise moaned and tossed her head back as his cock hit all the right spots inside her. "Please. James," she begged as he thrust harder inside her. His hands gripped her hips tighter as he fucked her hard. "Yes. Yes, please. Fuck."
James growled as Elise moaned and whimpered. Her cunt clenched hard around his cock. "You feel so good, Elise," he growled, moving his mouth to the underside of her ear. "You feel so good. No dream… no one else felt this good, my Omega," he rumbled with a deep groan.
"Yes," she moaned, arching her back up into him. She whimpered when he dipped his head and took her right nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping on the erect areola. "James. James."
James growled and sped up his thrusts. She would have bruises to show later but he wanted people to know that she was his and his alone. "Mine. All mine," he growled when he released her tit from his mouth.
"All yours," she moaned, her legs wrapping tightly around her Alpha's back. "You feel so big inside me, James. Feel so… fuck…"
He hooked her legs higher over his shoulders, grinning when she cried out at the sensation of the new angle. "Yes. Yes," she cried out, gripping at his shoulders as he fucked her the way she wanted him to. "Fuck. Yes. James. Yes. Yes."
"Mine," he groaned, moving his head to claim her lips passionately. Elise moaned in his mouth as he claimed her as his, his hands gripping onto her hips tightly as he pounded into her like a wild animal growling roughly.
"So fucking tight and warm," James growled against her lips before moving onto her neck. He kissed and bit at the soft pale skin while Elise buried her face into his neck.
"I'm all yours James, only yours," Elise promised soothingly to him. Her eyes glowed and if possible seemed even more beautiful to him. The sky was dark outside due to a storm and she was the light in his cold world.
"Say it again, say it again, sweetheart," James growled huskily, his metal hand cupping and kneading her aching breasts that fit his hands perfectly.
"I'm yours James, only yours," Elise whispered softly as she looked at the man in front of her who had captured her heart for years. The only man she had ever dreamed about. She suddenly came hard around him, screaming his name loudly.
James groaned and continued to thrust inside her, fucking her through her orgasm. She whimpered and gasped, white noise taking over her system as he fucked her hard. He could feel his darker side come out, the Soldier responding to her whimpers. He was trying so damn hard to fight the Soldier, not wanting to hurt her.
Elise could sense James and the Soldier fighting inside his brain, much like Bruce and the Hulk fought. "It's okay, James," she whispered, cupping his face and watching him carefully. "You can let go. I trust you, my Alpha."
James growled low and dangerously, letting her know that the Soldier had come out to claim her as his too. James pulled her into him tightly and began kissing down her throat passionately. Elise happily responded, wrapping her own slender arms around his necks as he made sure she was comfortable before pounding away into her like a feral wolf in heat.
"You're so fucking tight," James growled huskily as he nipped and bit at her pulse point, causing her to arch up into him.
Elise watched him quietly. She could tell this was the Soldier by the way he looked at her with dark grey eyes. It was like he wanted to keep her safe and shower her in his winter embrace. She let out a soft moan when he thrust harder into her, his hard cock stroking her throbbing little bundle of nerves as he moved. He watched her silently before rubbing her nub with his human hand.
"Like that do you, witch?" James asked roughly. She could see sweat beading on his forehead and the muscles in his back flex. If possible, she became even more aroused. Elise swallowed and nodded, the blush on her cheeks deepening.
"Yes James, I do."
He suddenly pulled out and flipped her over, thrusting back inside her. She cried out and arched for him, letting him grip her hips and roughly pound into her. She buried her face against the table, moaning and screaming in pleasure as he fucked her hard, just the way she wanted him.
"Please. James. Yes. Yes," she moaned, rhythmically clenching her walls around his cock as he thrust inside her. "More. Harder. Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Just like that. Yes."
"You belong to me, Elise," he growled, leaning down so his chest was flush against her back. "You're mine."
He reached between her thighs and pinched her clit. She whimpered and clenched around him. "Please. James. James, please," she moaned as she felt the familiar pooling of heat between her legs. "Make me cum. Please."
He growled and buried himself deep inside her, feeling her cum around him hard, screaming his name loudly. It didn't take long when he followed her over the edge. He spilled inside her, pulling her flush against him and knotting inside her for the first time when he got an idea. He pushed her on her hands and knees, his metal hand gripping her strawberry blonde wavy hair, making her arch her back for her mate.
'Mine, she's ours,' the Winter Soldier thought fiercely. The change of angle made the witch cry out in ecstasy as his knot expanded inside her. He moved one hand down between her thighs, his fingers cupping her sex. "You gonna come for me again?" he whispered as he rubbed her clit in rough, quick strokes.
Elise whimpered, her body reacting to her mate's words. She could feel his knot pulsing inside her, adding to the pleasure of his fingers on her clit. "Whatever you want," she promised. "Whatever you want."
James growled and moved his hips once more, making Elise cry out as she came hard once more, her cunt clenching hard around him. He wrapped his arms around her as she clenched and quivered around his cock, making him growl possessively as he bit down on her neck and left his mark on her skin. The smell of sex wafted through the room but neither were put off. James gently picked up Elise who stirred slightly before he gently placed her on the bed. He left to her to sleep before he cleaned off the table and grabbed a flannel for his mate.
Returning to her side, he winced inwardly at the bruises on her thighs, arms and torso before gently cleaning her up. His mate. He threw the flannel in the bin and gently wrapped his arms around her. She curled up into him with a soft purr that made his heart swell with emotion.
"Sleep now, doll. I'm not going anywhere," James whispered quietly before falling into a dreamless slumber with his mate in his arm.
"I'm surprised the table survived the ordeal. Just saying." Sam said quickly and T'Challa chuckled.
"It is made of strong Wakanda wood. Besides it's good to see Barnes with his soul mate," T'Challa said approvingly while Natasha remained tight lipped.
Clint noticed this. "Something on your mind, Natasha?" he asked sarcastically, his eyes flickering to her slight bump which was showing through the tank top she wore.
"She's a witch," Natasha said flatly.
"And?" Clint challenged and Natasha knew this was an argument that she wouldn't win, not after the pain she caused. "Well, Omega, I'm listening?" he asked again and Natasha swallowed slightly.
"How do we know that she isn't with HYDRA?" she asked, making everyone look at her. "She went off grid prior to the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. No one could find her. Then, after Ultron, she's back. That doesn't make anyone suspicious?"
Clint was starting to growl before Sharon stepped in. "There was an incident," the blonde stated, making everyone turn to her. "Elise had to go off grid… And then Fury figured out there was a mole somewhere in S.H.I.E.L.D. I was the only one informed of her location because we grew up together…"
Natasha frowned before realisation hit her. "Because of Charles Everhart?" the red-head asked.
Sharon slowly nodded. "Yeah. Because of him."
"Who the hell is Charles Everhart?" Scott asked, confused.
Steve spoke up, a grim tone in his voice. "Charles Everhart is the older brother of Christine Everhart. He is suspected of being a member of the Watchdogs which are a terrorist group who attack and kill people who are enhanced, Inhumans and mutants."
"And she dated him?" Sam asked, shocked at the information.
"Elise didn't know anything until she learnt that witches from New Orleans Covens were being found butchered. It wasn't until Charles Everhart left her at the altar that she found out what he had done," Sharon explained calmly.
"It said in her file that a Red Room agent murdered her mother. When Elise was only sixteen-years-old," Clint said quietly before he froze, realising what he had said. He turned to face Natasha with a horrified expression on his face. "You killed Elise's mom, didn't you?" he questioned as the others all looked shocked.
"Holy shit. Romanoff's a killer!" Scott exclaimed.
Natasha's whole body tensed as the memory ran through that night in her head. The mission. The punishment she suffered for leaving a witness behind. James finding her after the punishment. Her face paled as she slowly nodded to her Alpha. Everyone started shouting then, accusing her of everything. Clint's eyes narrowed as he watched her flinch before her scent reached him; she was afraid. He stood up and caught her chin gently, forcing her to look at him.
"Was this when Alexei was still alive?" he asked, making everyone stop talking.
Natasha nodded her head slowly, not opening her mouth to speak. She wasn't wanted here. She was their enemy. They didn't trust her. They wanted her dead.
"Natalia, focus on me," Clint growled, noting the look in her eye. "Focus on me, Omega."
Sharon watched as the rest of the team shared looks, wondering what the fuck was going on? Aside from herself and Wanda, only T'Challa and Steve hadn't moved to shout at the pregnant Omega. "Guys, shut up," she growled, noting how Clint was now speaking to Natasha in a different dialect of Russian.
"What's wrong with her now?" Scott asked, indifferent to the obvious nervous scent from the red-head.
"She was a brainwashed child assassin," Steve stated calmly before Sharon could. "She wouldn't have had a choice in the matter. When you all started shouting, you made yourselves a threat to her and her baby. And reminded her of her past."
Sam frowned as he watched Clint try to coax Natasha out of the flashback. Before now, Clint had shown resentment to the red-head, unwilling to see it from her side. But when she showed any form of vulnerability, the archer would not let anyone near her. And that made the former soldier turn to their team leader. "Could Natasha have been drugged?" he asked, ignoring the confused look Scott threw his way. "I get that pregnancy hormones, fear and paranoia from the life Natasha has had are not the best mix. But what if Ross did something to her? Something that made her less likely to fight?"
T'Challa rubbed his chin with a frown. "There is a chemical which alters the way a person thinks. Particularly Omegas. It may have been used on Natasha. As you said, fear and paranoia is not a good mix."
"But she wanted to have Barnes prosecuted!" Scott protested.
"Not exactly," Sharon replied. "There was a loophole in the Accords. Natasha found it and was planning to exploit it with my help. We just needed information that could damage Ross to do so. She also had the argument that the governments would have to prosecute every POW and experiment by every government if that was the case. America was screwed if she mentioned it."
"But Omegas are prosecuted differently to Alphas and Betas. Natasha wouldn't have suffered the same way as Barnes."
"Because rape is no worse than prison, no?" Steve interrupted with a stern glare directed at Scott. "That's what Clint is trying to distract Natasha from now. She was punished by rape since she was ten-years-old until Clint spared her life and brought her to S.H.I.E.L.D."
"She's in a lot of pain," Wanda added, her eyes dull as she felt the pain of the woman she had came to think of as a mother-figure. "She thinks that we want her dead. That we only missed her chance at the airfield."
"I'm sorry if I caused her any stress or frightened her, but we should tell Elise... About, you know, Romanoff being the person who killed her mom. Because keeping secrets isn't a good idea. And I don't wanna be cursed by her or put my family at risk," Scott stated seriously, his Alpha side showing when he mentioned Hope, and Cassie along with his friends.
Steve nodded and exchanged a look with Sharon.
"She'll be really upset. She hasn't exactly had an easy life. Her grandmother loved her but her mother hated her and the only person who stood up for her was her cousin Sabine and her grandmother." Sharon confessed quietly and sighed before going to get Elise and James.
James sensed that something was wrong. Elise looked nervous but tried not to show it as she bit at her nails nervously before they walked into a room where they saw the others.
"Elise... We found out who killed you mother when you were sixteen years old," Steve informed her quietly.
Elise looked at him in confusion, biting her lip. "Who was it?" she asked bravely. James wrapped an arm around her, sensing her silent tension at the mention of her mother who had never shown her a show of love or care.
"It was me," Natasha spoke up, ashamed of the words that passed her lips. Everyone stared at her while waiting for Elise to explode and try to kill the red-head.
Elise said nothing, her face showing no emotion. Finally, she looked back at Natasha and asked, "What flowers do you like, along with chocolates?"
Everyone stared at her in shock while Natasha looked astonished. "Excuse me?" the older woman asked, surprised that Elise was asking her what her favourite flowers and chocolates were. Elise showed no signs of anger, distress, rage, or grief.
Wanda sensed relief, gratitude, and happiness coming from the strawberry blonde, petite young woman. "I suppose Peggy never told anyone, aside from Sharon, what my mother was like. Not that I blame her in the least. My mother was a cold hearted sadistic bitch who enjoyed locking me up in the attic out of sight until my grandmother got custody of me. This is what my mother gave me to lovingly remember her by," Else confessed bitterly. She pulled up the sleeves of her black cardigan, showing them faded scars on her wrists and took off her pumps before showing them faded scars on her ankles.
Natasha moved forward and gently took Elise's wrists in her own; she knew what had caused those scars because she had ones to match from her years in the Red Room and as a child. Handcuffs. Elise had been handcuffed or tied up with rope or metal.
"You did my family a favour. My mother was an evil bitch who made my life a living hell until you came. I already partly knew HYDRA was behind it but my mother was always friendly with people who were bad. Robert Gonzalez for one, the man who supports the Sokovian Accords. So Natasha, I'd like to be your friend as James cares about you like a sister and your Alpha is upset," Elise said softly and gestured to where Clint was standing with an upset expression.
Natasha nodded at Elise before slowly approaching her Alpha. Ever since T'Challa's team found her, Clint had yet to allow her to touch him first. So she was scared to find him rejecting her if she did initiate contact. But she was surprised when he opened his arms for her, letting her take the first contact. She curled herself around him, her head nestled under his chin. He buried his nose in her red hair, wrapping his arms tightly around her. "You're mine," he whispered huskily in Russian.
"I am," she agreed softly, closing her eyes as she inhaled his scent.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, frowning as he remembered everything he had shouted at her.
"Don't," she begged softly. "Please don't. No more apologies, no more secrets?"
Clint nodded and lifted his head to look at Elise. The strawberry blonde smiled. 'She needs you, Clint,' she told him telepathically. 'You've noticed that. When she shows vulnerability, you won't let anyone near her. She only relaxes when you hold her. Sharon said stuff about Natasha playing both sides. It's what she's good at when she's trying to protect the people she loves. Especially you.' Clint's eyes flickered down to his Omega, pain filling his eyes as she curled further into him.
Suddenly, the archer picked up his mate and left the room with a quick, "We're going to bed. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," everyone called out and they all began heading to bed while T'Challa went to phone his Omega who was in Paris. It had been a very long and very exhausting day.
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