Parallel Universe
Contents
1. Remus and Bruce
2. Hagrid and Thor
3. Bellatrix and Natasha
4. Draco and Clint
5. Neville and Steve
6. Severus and Tony
7. Hogwarts and Phil
3. Bellatrix and Natasha
They told her she was crazy. And she would proudly admit, and loudly, that she was. She was crazy and proud, so to say. But she wasn't a mindless killing machine, contrary to common belief. She did everything for a reason.
She was cold and efficient. People feared her, her reputation reaching those of the Underworld. Those who didn't did so when they finally met her, but they wouldn't be able to spread the message on. She made sure of that. She was ruthless, and heartless, the world's greatest assasin.
She didn't mind groveling, just as long as she was the best. Just as long as she could prove that she was better than her sisters, prove that she, was the strong one, far stronger than all the others.
She was the only one who made it this far. To keep them away from selling her hide, she had to prove that she was the best among the bunch. She had to prove that she had no emotions. She had to prove that she was better than all of the others, therefore she deserved to live, even if that meant she had to step over her friends' corpses to do so.
She knew what they said of her. Even her husband didn't trust her to look his back. No one did, only Cissa did. But Cissa was naive, stupid, thinking that she could have her happily ever after with her husband and son. She herself was stupid, thinking that Cissa knew better. Cissa was a disappointment.
She knew one day they would turn on her. And she had to be ready. She escaped, killing the man who had trusted her that she would do her job well. And she did. She did it too well, that she would get rid of the only witness. Then she fled, starting a life of her own, but still manipulated by her childhood.
Her whole life, her entire life, it was to overtake. Since childhood she had been fighting to take over Meda, who was cleverer than her. She hoped that by persuading her mother to marry Meda off it would be better, but Meda would disgrace the family name by eloping with a mudborn!
She knew that many aspired to kill her. For revenge, for money, for fame, whatever. She didn't need to know. She just killed them all. Until the sharpshooter trailed her. She knew he was there, she just didn't know where he was. He scared her, and thrilled her at the same time.
When she started learning the Dark Arts she was warned. Once you meddle in the Dark Arts, it's hard to turn back. She didn't care. The Dark Arts would bring her what she wanted, and revenge on those who wronged her.
They played a game of cat and mouse. She would run, and he or she would catch up on her; but she would flee again. He or she would almost shoot her, but she would evade just in time. She was determined not to be caught, and it was refreshing to find someone who matched her skills in his or her field.
She was addicted. She reveled in the way her victims screamed, the green light causing her victims to collapse. She cackled at the way they pleaded, they always pleaded, everytime. She, as a woman, took pride in the fact that her kills far outnumbered the men.
It was a rough shot that she found her shooter. Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton saved her. He opened her to a whole new world of possibilities. He had quickly nicknamed her Nat. He had helped her in more ways than he had thought.
She felt no remorse as she sent Sirius Black tipping into the veil. She got flashbacks of when the Black sisters played with the Black boys. But she was far stronger. She proved that she was a perfect pureblood. Crucios only brought her happiness, now.
She gained a new identity. She gained a new reputation. She gained a new will, a new kind of freedom. But some days she would doubt herself. Doubt in what she had become. For a mended heart could just be mended crookedly, and she was utterly dependent on the two men that saved her. If they left her…
There used to be a therapist in Azkaban. He was a handsome young fellow, an Irish by the name of Damon. The dementors gave him a wide berth everytime they saw him. He said that he could help her. And stupidly, for those sessions, she wanted to turn to the light. She wanted to hear more of Damon's infectious laughter, wanted to leave Dark Arts. But when the mark hung over the air of Azkaban, what Damon said no longer mattered. He was the first one to die when she got out. Bellatrix Lestrange decided to kill the one who had almost saved her.
She and Clint and Phil, they liked working alone or together, they never got along with anyone else. But for Nat, as her savior wasn't beside her. It was these four strange men, that wormed their way into her heart. Natasha Romanoff had yet another purpose to live, because she chose to be saved.
In another universe, two woman trying to salvage what they could from their childhood. One had it all, one had none. But Bellatrix Lestrange let the darkness enfulge her, but Natasha Romanoff rose from the ashes like a pheonix reborn.
:::::Do parallel universes mirror each other? If so, I'd rather be the one in charge.:::::
Inspired by Operation: REBIRTH by DrinkingAlcoholicRainbows
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