Chapter 10: Questions
Her hands were shaking, the walls were spinning, she had to get out of here. Was it a panic attack? No the black widow didn't get panic attacks. Well than what the hell was happening? Natasha ran into the nearest bathroom and locked the door. She slid down the door and sat with her arms around her legs and her head down.
She would be lying if she said that this never happened, but when it did it was never this extreme.
"Steve Rogers, who the hell is he?" She whispered to herself. Why is everything so fuzzy, how did he know so much about me, how does he know me? She thought to herself.
Just then flashbacks of New York, her fighting against people from another world, and she was doing it to protect people, appeared in her head. The red room doesn't protect people, they destroy things, not save them. The most troubling thing out of all of that was that she saw the man, Steve Rogers, fighting besides her. What the heck did you get yourself into? She thought.
Her head felt like it was going to explode, she felt sick. She had to go find out what else the man knew. He was her only hope to find out what she forgot. She hated to admit it but she needed him alive, for now anyway.