Just like promised! Here is a little mini chapter. Thank you to my Guest, , and amiebeca for the reviews! You guys don't understand how happy they make me lol. It feels like my hard work is paying off!

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Ch 14 – Too Bad

The girls looked uncomfortable at the thought of helping the assassin that just tried to take their heads off, get cleaned up. But they agreed. As everyone left the room, Tony asked JARVIS to alert Jane and Darcy when Natasha was awake.

The group then left to rest and recuperate, as well as tend to their own wounds.

Natalia awoke about two hours later. Just as she was trained, she layed still like she was still sleeping to get a feel of her surroundings. She felt as if she were lying on a bed. The room she was in made her sort of relax and it felt familiar to her. She couldn't hear anyone else in the room so she thought it best to go ahead and open her eyes. She was indeed in a bed and from the looks of it; it seemed as if it were her room. She had to hand it to herself, she was a good decorator. She looked at the pictures she had hanging on her wall as well as the dresser. They were of her 'teammates', and they all looked so happy. She looked at herself in the pictures and couldn't tell that she was trying to blend in. It looked as if she was genuinely having a good time. Damn, Ivan would be proud. The pictures distracted her from the pain, until she had to sneeze. The force of the sneeze made the pain wrack through her body, causing a small scream to escape her lips. She layed there in silent agony for another minute, until she heard a small knock on the door. It took her a moment to find her voice. Remember Natalia, you are one of them, she told herself.

"Come in." she called. The two women from the lab she woke up in entered the room. They looked a little afraid of her. She saw that the younger one had a small cut on her cheekbone, and the other woman had a purple bruise on her temple. Damn, she thought. Did I do that? Way to blend in Natalia.

With genuine concern, the one she guessed was Jane sat on the side of the bed. "How are you feeling?" Jane asked.

"Sore. What the hell happened to me?" Jane didn't know how to answer the question. She was told not to talk about the subject in case she triggered a memory and a panic attack follow. But she tried.

"Tony's stupid mission to save you. Your body took a toll and will take some time to heal."

So it was a mission that did this to me.

"Feels like a building fell on me," she said.

Recalling an earlier story, Darcy told her it wouldn't be the first time.

Natalia had no idea that it wasn't a mission kind of mission, just a mission of Tony wanted to see what happened in her past. She decided to drop the subject and go on with her 'life.'

"I feel like crap,' she mumbled to herself. She still hadn't sat up yet, remembering what happened the last time she did.

Darcy, the ever so sarcastic one chimed in with "well you look like it too."

Natalia shot her a death glare and Darcy tensed up. "But, but we are here to help! Darcy and Jane to the rescue! Yayyy…"

Natalia rolled her eyes and Jane laughed to herself. "I don't need any help. I got this." To prove it she tried sitting up. Once again, she yelped in pain and she felt nauseated from the pain.

Jane grabbed her arm, risking another jab at her face, in order for the fiery red head to steady herself. Jane supported her while Natalia's nausea passed.

Natalia knew she needed help, and as far as she knew, her 'friends' were there for her. She admitted defeat. She wanted desperately to be clean and felt like a hot shower would do her good. But the problem was, she could barely move without passing out again.

With a sigh, she grabbed onto Jane's arm and slowly but carefully swung her legs around so that she was sitting on the side of the bed. Jane looked worried but said, "take your time, you've been through hell and your body is pretty beat up." Darcy appeared on her right side, ready to help her stand up. Natalia gritted her teeth, and attempted to stand. Jane and Darcy held on to her as she found her balance. She didn't feel as painful when standing, and it was a welcome relief. She was exhausted. They walked the short trip to the bathroom and had her lean against the wall while they turned the shower on.

"Do you need help getting in?" Jane asked. Natalia felt as if she could do it so she shook her head no. The two girls left the bathroom and Natalia busied herself with getting undressed. It wasn't that hard being that she only had on a sports bra, tight gym shorts, and her underwear. It was painful, but she got undressed and stepped into the shower. God did that feel good. She let the warm water run over her body as she felt her muscles relax. She wanted to sit down so badly, but she knew she wouldn't be able to get back up. She grabbed a washcloth and started to wash the dried blood and sweat off. She was able then to see the damage to herself. She still had that metal cuff on, she just couldn't get it off and didn't have the energy to try anymore. She noticed bruises littering her body. No wonder Jane and Darcy cringed when they saw her after they came into the room. She also saw new scars and cuts. She noticed a new scar right by her hip, and wondered where that was from. She ran her finger over it and was hit with a flashback.

She was on a mission to protect a Nigerian scientist and all of a sudden the caravan she was in was fired at. Small rockets launched and rammed into their car, causing them to flip and send their passengers sprawling across the hot sand. Natalia landed hard, knocking the wind out of her. She layed there for a second before looking for the man she was supposed to protect. She saw him, struggling to stand up as a strange man with a mask over his mouth approached him. She jumped up and ran to her charge, standing between him and the man. The strange man didn't even hesitate to pull the trigger on the gun he had aimed at them. The bullet ripped through her right above her hip, and into the man she was protecting. She fell to the ground, as well as the scientist and watched as the strange man turned to leave. It was then she saw the metal arm glint in the desert sunlight.

"James?" she asked herself when she came out of the flashback. Why was he trying to kill her? When did this happen? She shook off the flashback and thought to herself, bye bye bikinis.

When she finished bathing, she stepped out, dried off, and found clothes sitting on the sink. She put on the bra and underwear but was having trouble getting her shirt and shorts on. Try as she might, it was just too painful. In truth, the painkillers Bruce injected her with after she passed out had started to wear off. She sighed and called for Jane.

When the bathroom door opened, it was Darcy who poked her head in. "Umm, Jane went downstairs to grab you something to eat. I could help you if you want." Natalia saw the slight fear in her eyes. Was she scared of her? Starting to feel weak and nauseated again, she told her yes. Darcy steadied her as she got the shorts on. Darcy admired the toned but bruised abs and was jealous that she didn't look like that. She was pretty muscular too. "You know," Darcy began, "for someone who was in a coma for weeks, you still look pretty damn good. No homo." "Thanks Darcy," Natalia said as she smiled." She then tried to take a step forward but for some reason her legs didn't feel like working anymore. Darcy caught her and saved her from falling. Natalia stood there hunched over in pain while Darcy held onto her. Damn she hated feeling weak.

While she helped get Natasha dressed, Darcy couldn't help but think back to herself before she met Jane. Of course Natasha had it wayyy worse, living and growing up in the Red Room of course, but Darcy had lived her own hell. She had run away from home after her mother's many boyfriends took advantage of her. She was repeatedly sexually and verbally assaulted since she could remember. When she ran away with her boyfriend, he supported her since she had nothing. But her new found freedom was short lived when Zack started putting her down and using her the same way all those other men did. But she had nowhere to go. She was skinny, but Zack started shaming her body, telling her she was fat, and needed to cover herself up when she went out so she didn't look 'like the whore she was.' She started working out but when she had to skip the gym to nurse a bruised rib or black eye from one of Zach's beatings, she could have sworn she gained weight. When she saw Natalia's fit body, she was temporarily jealous. But that dissipated in a second. She was a different girl than she was a few years ago. She worked her way through college and even ran away from her abusive boyfriend to answer an ad for an internship with Jane Foster. Jane new none of this, she wouldn't have understood.

Darcy let Natasha recover for a few moments before helping her walk to the bed. She noticed Natasha's eyes shut tight the entire way and was surprised the assassin trusted her that much to lead her blind. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all. She was just a human, who had been hurt over the years, just like her.

When Natalia got to the bed, she sat on the side, trying to will the pain away. She hated feeling this weak. She never trusted anyone but from the way Darcy looked at her, she could tell that the young girl had been in some serious shit in her life. She started to actually trust the girl, which was a first. Darcy then fluffed up her pillows for her and helped her lean back against the headboard. It was then that she noticed that someone had changed the sheets, and she was thankful for that. She really didn't feel like lying in her own blood after she had just gotten clean. Darcy, feeling more comfortable around the red head, went to the other side of the bed and sat down, ready to help Natasha in any way. Natalia felt her arm start to feel sore so she raised and extended it to the side to stretch it. It was then that Natalia saw Darcy involuntarily flinch and quickly stand up. This concerned her.

"Who did it," she asked sternly to the dark haired girl.

Darcy looked at her surprised and said "did what? Flinch? I was sitting next to the world's deadliest assassin you know, and you think I won't flinch when I see a fist coming my way? You're cool but I don't want to get punched again." She was good at covering her lies. Then Natasha looked at her in a way no one ever did, with understanding. It was like she knew everything.

"Don't lie to me, I knew that face, I've had that face before." Natasha did in fact guess.

Darcy sat back on the bed and just stared at the wall. So she told her. She didn't know why, but she told her everything. Darcy started crying at the fact she just told someone what all had happened to her. She felt a huge weight lift from her shoulders. She had never confided in anyone like that. Natasha didn't say a word, or touch her, or even reassure her. Darcy didn't want to be pitied, and she was relieved when all Natasha did was listen.

Natalia watched the younger woman break down. She just let her rant it out without doing a thing. She wouldn't have wanted anyone to pity her, so she didn't pity Darcy. She felt as if she could genuinely trust this girl. She was her only friend at the moment. It was too bad that she would have to kill her later. This information could be useful.

Darcy dried her tears and then did something she never thought she would do, she threatened the infamous Black Widow. "Don't you ever tell anyone what I told you, not even Jane, or I'll, what scares assassins?"

Natalia laughed and watched as Darcy jumped when the door to the room opened with Jane coming in carrying food. Natalia didn't realize how hungry she was until she saw the food. Jane carried the soup over to Natasha and wondered why Darcy was sitting so close to Natasha, when she thought her assistant was afraid of her. She shrugged it off and beckoned Darcy to follow her while Natasha relaxed. They would check on her later.

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Tadaa! I hope yall enjoyed it! Natalia is just trying to be sure that Darcy and Jane trust her since they haven't been a part of the team. Natalia does care about what happened to Darcy, but she feels as if it is information she can use to later destroy her, as well as everyone else. She keeps letting her emotions get in the way, just like they did when she killed the little girl with the doll. Thanks for the suggestion amiebeca about letting Loki or Clint discover her! I've already got it planned but I think it will make you happy ;) And like promised, a little spoiler…the flashbacks will have a major effect on her personality, and they won't just be Natasha flashbacks. And the Natalia ones will have to do with her mysterious injection. I hope you like the flashback in this chapter though! Natasha actually told this story to Steve in Captain America- The Winter Soldier. The quote "bye bye bikinis" was in there too;) I may update tomorrow so let me know what yall would like to see in the next one, or future ones!