Cold was all she felt. Not warmth or pain, though her head was killing her, just cold. She couldn't remember how she got here or what she was doing before all this. She felt like she had been awake this whole time, but bits and pieces were missing. All she knew was that she worked for Russia and she always has.
'Then why does that man with blond hair look so familiar?' She thought to herself. 'He's an enemy, he's here because he's a threat the Russia, and that's what she has always done, she's always eliminated threats.'
'Why is he staring at me like that, it's like he knows me. Did I meet him at an undercover mission, did I used to work with him? No that can't be it, I've always worked for the red room, from the day I was born till now. I was made to serve, to fight, to kill so why do I care about this man? Thoughts like this get you killed, they've got everyone I've always almost felt something for killed so why start now. After all these years of just doing my job, why do I feel like there's something more?'
She was just about to leave the man in his cell when he said something. "Natasha, why are you doing this?"
"My name is Natalie and you have no right to talk to me"
"No, your names Natasha Romanov, and you have worked for SHIELD for five years after you defected from the Red Room."
"You think you can play me, tell me what's right and wrong?" I've been played my whole life, and I'm not gonna let you do the same"
"I know your parents were killed in a fire when you were only a little girl. I know that the Red Room is the real enemy here, not me. And I'm positive that somewhere deep inside you, there's somebody who worked so hard to turn her life back on the right track and decided not to use her abilities to become a hero, but because it was the right thing to do. My name is Steve Rogers and I know that you know me too."
Steve Rogers, why did that name sound so familiar, why did her heart beat get a little faster when he mentioned that name, why did she suddenly feel dizzy? Why?
She held onto the door knob for support, this was all too much, this all had to be some joke. This couldn't be real.
"You keep talking like that and I won't have to kill you, you're do it to yourself" she said before walking out of the door needing to clear her head.
Steve was left alone in a cell with no way out but he was surprisingly happy. He just had to get her to remember the good she's done and then remembering him would be easy, right? Wrong.
