Hey guys! Ok so I know that the update on this one was slow and I'm sorry about that! Any ways. I thought this was a pretty good chapter. Any ways. Enjoy.
2 months later.
Natasha's point of view
I see a girls standing in front of me. She is the same age as me. About ten. It is cold. Although it is summer, the Russian wind is still cold against my bare arms and legs, seeing as we are all in tank tops and shorts. The girl I am about to fight is blonde and had her hair in a single braid down her back like mine. We both get into our fighting stances and look to our head master. She nods. And we begin to fight. I through the first strike. A bone breaking kick to the ribs. She screams in pain before punching me. When went on fighting. Finally she tried to throw me. I cart wheeled out of the throw landing in my fighting stance yet again. She came at me. She made the slightest mistake and I threw her. She landed on the ground and I wrapped my arms around her neck. I looked back to my head master. She nodded again. I got a better grip before turning and pulling up at the same time hearing a snap from the girls neck. I let go of her limp body. I feel like crying but I know if I do I will be killed. I had laird down in my bed, turning my face into my pillow and screaming.
I wake with a start. I quickly reach over into my night stand, my terrified hands clumsily fumble for the keys to the hand cuffs. I finally find them and fumble to unlock my left wrist. As the cuff opens I yank my hand out and grip my wrist and cried. Recently all my time in the red room was starting to come back to haunt me in my dreams. Steve still didn't know. God. Things were getting to complicated. I look at the clock mounted on my wall seeing its 8:49. I sigh before I get up and get dressed in one of the dresses Steve had bought for me. It was a tank top dress. It was about knee length. It was fitted to my body, but not tight. At my waist there was a ribbon like belt that was tied into a bow on my left hip. Under that it ruffled into three layers. The dress it's self was black but the belt was gold. I brushed my hair and tied it in a knot like bun that covered my right ear and continued in a not her knot below the first to my neck. I went and opened my tiny fridge pulling out some grapes and eating them.
···
Steve's point of view.
I heard a knock at my door. I expect Natasha, well hope is probably a better way to put it. Any ways instead of Natasha it was Bucky.
"Hey Bucky." I say leaving the door open as I walk back over to my couch.
"I hate you." Bucky says sitting down.
"What? Bucky I didn't do any thing."
"Steve come on. Don't pull that."
"Bucky what are you talking about?"
"Steve. Why did you enlist?"
Flash back 1 week ago
Bucky and the two girls walked toward the stage, as Howard Stark came out. I looked around and saw an enlistment station in a small building close to where we were. I walked over and entered the building. I was called into a small room and the curtain was closed.
Authors note
Ok I know this is an odd place to put an AN but I just wanted to let you guys know that I don't know the exact lines from the movie so I'm going off what I remember.
The man who was testing me looked at me.
"Eight different tries in eight different cities."
"That may not be the right file-" I begin
"Mr. Rogers I do not care how many attempts you have made. I may be able to help you."
I am silent.
"Do you want to kill bad guys?"
"Is this a test?"
"Yes ."
"I don't want to kill any one. I don't like bullies; I don't care where they're from."
"Good. Now where is the little guy really from?"
"Brooklyn."
The doctor smirked. And wrote some thing down on a piece of paper.
End of flash back.
"Bucky I did it because I wanted to." I say
"Steve...your an idiot." With that Bucky got up and walked off.
I sigh. I guess this is just some thing I'm going to have to tell Natasha tonight. God. How is she going to take this? We've only been dating a month. God. Well. I was going to have to tell her at some point. Better sooner rather than later I guess.
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Natasha's point of view
I look in the mirror. God I hope I look ok. I know Steve thinks I'm beautiful all the time but, I know I don't always look beautiful. I am wearing the same dress as I was earlier, and my hair is still in the knot bun. I have added a gold head band going across my head band and put on blood red lip stick to match my hair. I slipped on my black, glossy, flats, before I grab my flats and sit down on my couch to wait for Steve. I had always been thought to never sit around 'prince charming'. Especially if he didn't have information that I needed. In Russia, I had 'dated' plenty. I got the information I needed, killed them, took down my target, and then took refuge behind the 'safe' doors of the Red Room. I could never have a relationship. Never have friends; never get close to any one. Once I did I knew they would be killed. Like the girl in my dream. She was my friend. And I killed her. I'm a murderer. I rubbed my left wrist. It was an unbreakable habit I had when ever I thought of Russia or the red room. Then I realized I wasn't wearing my gold band. It was a bracelet from Russia. It was simple. Just a thick gold band. I wore it so no one would see the cuff marks on my wrist. Steve could never see them. Never. I put the bracelet on right as she Steve knocked on my door. I quickly walk over and open it smiling at him.
Steve's point of view
Natasha stared at me through an open door. She looked absolutely stunning. But something w was off. Her usual emerald eyes looked stormy and distracted.
"Natasha. Are you ok?" I ask concern clear in my voice.
"Yeah. I'm great. Ready?" She says
I look at her in speculation. Her tone wasn't convincing.
"Yeah. I guess so." I say offering her my arm.
She took it and we walked off. Although I was the same height as Natasha, (not that I'm saying she's short. I'm the same height if not shorter than most women due to my poor health,) she was extreemly healthy, unlike me so it made it a little harder to keep up with her. But I was managing. We walk in science. But not the comfortable silence you would normally find us in. No. There was tension. Not between the two of us of course, but it was there. Some things off. I stop there for causing Natasha to stop because we were arm in arm.
"Steve what's wrong? Are you ok?" She asks worried some thing was wrong. Natasha was the only one next to Bucky who knew about my failing health.
"Natasha what's going on with you?" I say.
"Steve..."
"Tasha please. It's me."
"I just had a bad dream last night. I'm ok though. Really. I am."
"Ok." I sigh. And she says I'm a bad liar.
We walk into the restaurant and the weighted shows us to our table. Twenty minutes (give or take a few) our food came. It was steak with radishes and mashed potatoes, and warm dinner roles.
"Look. Natasha there's something I need to tell you." I say
"Ok." She says fear clear in her voice.
"I joined the army."
"What? Steve no! You can't! They'll make you a murderer! Like me..."
"What?"
Natasha's point of view
"I joined the army." He says
"What? Steve no! You can't! They'll make you a murderer! Like me..." I tell turning a few heads. But that didn't concern me. I realised my mistake to late.
"What?"
"Damn it."
I get up and run out of the restaurant as fast as I can ignoring Steve's calls in the process. I rush into my apartment and slam the door. I just ruined every thing.