Aha finally a new chapter! This is a tad longer and do note that not everything is factual and stuck to the comics. So sorry this took so long but i feel like my assignments need to come first. Enjoy and please leave a review of anything you'd like to see in the next chapter (Which will hopefully be about Nat and the avengers being friends and being caring.

Enjoy guys! Parker :)

It was like she was awake but not awake, Natasha could hear everything happening in her surroundings, even at this moment she could hear a continuous beep which was muffled by the sound of Tony and Steve talking about something. The first thing her mind wandered to was how much pain she was in; every single cell in her body continuously ached and throbbed, numbness was overriding her body and as it happened a sense of pins and needles started creeping up. What had happened? Natasha dug through her memories but it felt like there was a wall blocking her mind, she could hear chatting around her but all she could think about for some reason was Steve and her friends. It was weird to call them friends, she had never had friends nor anyone to trust and then with Steve, that was completely weird to actually have feelings for someone who probably doesn't even like her back. To Natasha everyone had their own maternal role in her life, for example Tony was like her father who always has her back until something bad happens and he goes protective, Bruce was like a weird uncle who always had her back, Clint was her brother plain and simple, gosh even Fury was like an overprotective father figure to her but Steve, well Steve was like, god he was just Steve. She wished she could just open her eyes or move her body but it was all darkness.

'I can't deal with this'

Clint? Gosh how Nat hoped he was okay, she remembered all the times she would sit at his bed side and worry about him coming out in one piece. At that moment she realised how difficult it must be for him see her as she was, whatever had happened must have been bad to wind her up in what she thought was a hospital.

'Im fed up of this'

Fed up? Of what? Tony seemed angry, oh god what had she done? She new that waking up was gonna pose questions, ever since joining The Avengers she has never once been in hospital, maybe a couple of cuts that has wounded her up in medical but nothing as bad as what had happened. Nat knew it was due to the serum, the knock of super soldier serum that made her immune to illness and turned her heart as cold as ice.

Listening to the chat between Tony and Steve made her insides crawl, realising that if and when she woke up she would be interrogated about her past and her life. Seeing Anna again made heartbeat go faster than a racing car so just the thought of having to tell Tony, Steve, Bruce, Thor and even Clint how much red was on her ledger.

'I honestly don't care what happened in your past, all that matters to me is that you come out of this well and still you.'

Oh, Steve. How Nat wished she could just open her eyes and see his smile. It felt like years since she had seen him, his voice seemed so soothing, she could hear him speaking to a Nurse, he was always a one for being friendly to others and thats what she loved about him. The voice he was talking to sounded familiar in some way, she had mentioned how tired Steve looked and after a while the talking stopped and there was silence. She was alone again, alone with her thoughts until she heard a whisper. It was the nurses voice but in a thick Russian accent.

'Gonna have to whisper this incase lover boy wakes up but you Natalia are stronger than you look, I guess being in the Avengers hasn't slowed you down at all. Now if you survive this little drug I'm going to give you I want you to meet me at the remains of the Red Room and if you don't, well say goodbye to your lovely little team because we are out there Natalia, you thought we all died but we didn't and we want you to feel the pain of loosing friends. They will die and you will loose the only people you love in this world. Meet us if you dare'

Then voice stopped and the pain started, it was like every single inch of her body was being continuously ripped apart and put back together again to only be ripped apart again and again. It started to get hot, really hot, everything was burning. Natasha felt like she was on fire, she needed to get up, she needed to wake up, she needed to get to the red room.

'Hey Nat, it me Steve, you really could do with waking up.'

Steve, grab onto Steve. Natasha reached out an arm and clung onto what she hoped was Steve for dear life, she needed to get out. Why couldn't she wake up, she needed to wake up. Her body started violently shaking, she felt like a rag doll being tossed around the bed. Big arms surrounded her small form and for the first time in a very long while Natasha felt comfort, with all the pain that was swarming her outside her insides felt content. Suddenly everything went tight, her muscles started to squeeze while her lungs felt like they were getting smaller and smaller. The ability to breath, which seemed like such an easy task, was getting more difficult and the huge arms around her seemed to have gone leaving the emptiness inside her to become present again.

'See you later Natalia'

No. Everything went quiet, the throbbing pain has stopped, the voices around her had stopped and Natasha was left alone in silence.

Vivid pictures of her childhood started showing and as quick as a flash she was stood in a field, surrounded by young girls wearing red room uniforms. Mistress Red was stood at the top of the field holding a small pistol like a prize for a gameshow, the task was to eliminate everyone, the 2 children left would be sent onto the next stage in training. With adrenalin running through her veins Natalia Romanova took out the knife that was hiding in her sock and lunged at one of the young girls, all she could see was red as she slit throat after throat of the people which she's grown up with. Mind blank she ran up the hill followed closely by Anna Vankolvia.

Next she found herself surrounded by medical equipment, sweat beads rolling of her forehead like water down a hill. Natasha looked down to find a huge incision covering her lower stomach, it had be terribly stitched up and she could already see a green colour forming. Turning her attention to the tubes in her arm she noted the odd purple liquid which was being fed into her arm by a tube, this was along with 2 more tubes which Natasha had deduced to be painkillers and blood. She knew what she had done and she knew the consequences. She was the Black Widow.