Chapter 11: Fair

Natasha was finally able to pull herself together enough to go ask Steve what he knew.

He was waiting in the cell for what felt like hours. Steve knew that she would come back, he knew Natasha, he knew that she didn't like not knowing things, not being in the loop. He just didn't expect her to come in so uncollected. On the outside she looked like the Black Widow, no expressions, no emotions, just business. But in her eyes he could see just how distraught she really was. It made him think 'how many times can someone be made and unmade until they finally snap, until they can't take it anymore?'

Natasha walked in and sat in the metal chair across from him. Her face was neutral but her hands were clenching the metal chair and her knuckles were ghost white. It looked like she was holding onto the chair to keep herself from exploding.

"You say that you know who I am, so please tell me why that is so?" She said with a calm but slightly edgy voice.

"Like I told you, you work for a cooperation called SHIELD and do good. I meant you after aliens attacked New York and we worked together with a group called the Avengers. We were on a mission when things went upside down and we were both taken here, where you got brainwashed in believing that you work for these people again." Steve said trying to inform her of all the details.

"How can I know that you telling the truth?" She asked.

"You can't but I swear it is, what would I benefit from lying to you? I know that none of this seems fair but..."

"Fair, you think you have the right to tell me what's fair or not? Ill tell you what's not fair. What's not fair is being a little girl who was taking from her home to train to kill. What's not fair is watching your friends die, especially when you were forced to kill some of them. Going on mission after mission just to prove that you're the best and when you fail you get punished to make you stronger. And what's really not fair is being a lost girl, who's not scared of the dark but is scared of what monsters lurk in it. Praying every night that the guards making sure no one leaves come into your room and tell you that everything is gonna be fine, that this is all part of training. And when you cry, tell them to stop, they tell you that all this is going to pay off, that it's gonna make you a better spy one day. But the truth is, it never really does, it just lessons your chance to ever be a normal kid. Instead of dreaming and imagining your future, you learn that your body is a weapon, that you're nothing unless you're working, killing and the worst part is that you start to think 'maybe I was nothing all along, maybe I deserve this, maybe this really is normal, and right and it happens to every little girl.' But it's not normal and it never was and it never will be. That's what's not fair, so don't you dare try to tell me what is or isn't." Natasha said with a slight tremble in her voice.

Steve knew that some bad things had happened to her in her past, but he never thought anything like this. How she could be so strong everyday, he had no idea but all he knew was that he felt like crap right about now.

"Nat, I'm so sorry, I had no..."

"Don't, i can deal with all the other stuff. You learn to forget, move on and if you're lucky pretend that maybe it was all just some bad, bad dream, but some things are just harder to get over."

Steve looked into her green eyes and put his unchained hand over her shaky hand, giving it a slight squeeze. Her first instinct was to pull away, hell, shoot the guy for touching her, but when he put his hand on top of hers she didn't sense pity or shame, she felt an understanding.

"I know that you probably don't believe me right now, I know I wouldn't, but you need to know that you proved to all the bastards that they were wrong, that no matter what happened in your past, you changed, you did good and you are good. I admire your strength, wit, and pretty much everything. Hell, I wish I could be have the person that you became, but I just need you to try to remember, not the red of blood but the red of a survivor, because you Natasha Romanov survived all this and you need to know that this is true."

Natasha thought that she might be going crazy, but she actually believed him. She didn't know if it was his honest eyes, or his tone when he spoke of her, or how she was, but deep down her gut was telling her that he was telling the truth and she was not one to ignore her gut feeling.

"I-I believe you, you're just going to have to give me some time" she said.

Right at that moment three large guards burst into the cell. One of them held back Steve, while the other two grabbed Natasha and started pulling her out.

"Get off me, you sons of bitches" she yelled and fought back but they were too strong. They punched her in the gut twice and the face once, knocking her out. Steve tried to get to her but it just got him punched in the face.

They threw her over their shoulders like a piece of trash and were about to carry her out when Steve yelled "where are you taking her?"

That's when the doctor walked in. He said "well you see Mr. Rogers, it seems that you have gotten her to remember too much making me believe that the "medicine" wasn't strong enough at first. But don't worry there before I erase all her memories again, she's gonna have some fun, and you're gonna watch. And do you know why? It's because life isn't fair."

They walked out of the room with Steve not too far behind them, wondering if it was worse to have lost love, or to never have loved at all.


Deep shiz right there