A/N: Like I've said earlier this will be like the second to last chapter or something because I do feel its time to retire this one. This was my first fanfic in a while so personally, I feel like this isn't like my best work and my style has kinda changed a bit as well. So it's time.

Again, guys Never far from home, is my new fanfiction and it's sorta like this one. It is also a part of another fanfic series. Yup another, number three will be in the works very soon. I think I'll start on that one the second I finish this one, so if you like this fanfic I do recommend that one as well. Follow me if you want to get mail's every time, I post a new fanfic and follow my stories if you want a mail for that as well. I do appreciate all your support.

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Natasha woke up with a headache powerful enough to make her feel like her body was going to fail. Her whole body tensed as she felt her body fight the pain letting out a twisted cry. Natasha knew better than to open her eyes the second she woke up, but she let her eyes slowly open when she felt two arms pull her closer. Natasha knew who it was so, in theory, she didn't have to open her eyes. But she wanted to see her eyes, to make her calm down and make her feel safe. Like she always did.

"Laura?" Natasha said with a low whisper. Almost not recognizing her own voice as it twisted.

"Shhh, sweetie. You need to sleep. Wanda wants to talk to you later okay?" Laura whispered back. Pulling her even closer. And feeling safe in her arms Natasha slowly drifted back into a deep, deep sleep.

The next time Natasha woke up she felt a lot better. Still, she felt a small headache in the back of her head. Hoping Laura still would be with her she turned around only to find the bed empty. Of course, Laura hadn't left without letting Natasha know. On the nightstand, it was a small note a thermos and a box of Advil.

"Pepper told me you preferred Advil's. Please don't kill yourself. Cold water in the thermos" Natasha smiled at Laura's messy handwriting as she slowly opened the thermos and poured herself some cold water.

Natasha was just about to go back to sleep when the door slid open. To her surprise, Wanda stood in the door looking at her. "Hi Wanda," Natasha said with a soft voice as she closed her eyes.

"How are you?" Wanda said before she moved over to the bed to sit down by Natasha.

"Tired" Natasha only answered still with her eyes closed. Natasha didn't need to see to know Wanda was looking at her.

"You have slept for three days." Natasha turned slowly in disbelief, squinting at Wanda to see if she told the truth. Three fucking days?! Wanda seemed to read her mind as she nodded slowly.

"Yeah. Pepper left earlier today. She said it was hard enough just watching you. And she felt she would be more productive at home not worrying the crap out of herself" Wanda said as she moved into bed.

The two of them sat in silence for a while before Wanda asked.

"Nat. Can I ask you something?" Her voice was quiet, and Natasha had a feeling she wouldn't really like this question.

"Okay" she nodded back letting Wanda already regretting she said yes.

"Are you okay? Be honest please." Natasha looked at her. She knew that she could lie. But if Wanda wanted to, she could always just read her mind. And she really didn't know if it was even worth her energy to try to lie. Settling for the truth she slowly shook her head. Wanda only nodded before she laid down beside Natasha and closed her eyes.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Wanda asked softly, still not looking at her. Just lying relaxed beside Natasha.

"Sometimes things just get to your head. Guess I just need to learn how to shake it off." Natasha said trying to force her voice to stay as calm as possible.

"Natasha, this isn't just something you can shake off. You were on the floor in so much pain Laura thought you were going to kill yourself. Do you have any idea how hard the last days has been on her? Been on me? Now please let me ask you again and be honest." Wanda had turned around looking at Natasha dead in the eye. Usually, Natasha was the one intimidating the other part, but now it was the other way around.

"I will, but only if you tell me what happened first." Natasha said with a low whisper. She watched as Wanda was studying her for a second. Maybe she was thinking about refusing, or maybe she was already reading her mind and didn't need an answer. Natasha watched as Wanda was staring for a good 10 seconds before she nodded slowly.

"Well. You woke up with a migraine a few days ago. You might remember that? You slept most of the day." Wanda started. And Natasha only nodded. She did remember that. She remembered how she had walked into her room after she had talked to Wanda and how she had felt dizzy. Then she woke up with a headache so painful it was almost blinding. But it hadn't felt too long. In fact, it felt like it had passed rather fast.

"After that, you seemed to get better but when Lila was going to talk to you, and she heard you cry in the bathroom before you fell." Natasha almost didn't catch the last part of the sentence because all she could focus on was Lila. Lila had found her, or heard her. She was only a child. She wasn't old enough to see this. It wasn't something anyone should ever witness really, and it was even heavier on her to know it was Lila who found her first. Natasha could feel the guilt eat her up alive.

"I need to talk to her. To explain I…I –"

"We already have, Natasha. And she is fine. I promise. She was just a little bit scared, but Clint calmed her down. She is fine" Wanda cut her off with a soft understanding tone. Natasha wanted to believe her. Or she did believe her. She just… felt bad.

"Okay. What happened then?" Natasha asked slowly, forcing herself to calm down. She leaned back into Wanda's arms, and she felt her play with her hair while she continued to talk.

"Well, we don't know exactly what happened. But I… um." Natasha turned around when Wanda's voice faded. The girl looked at her with a worried look. She almost seemed guilty.

"You had a panic attack of some sort and we couldn't snap you out of it... So, Laura asked me to use my power to wake you up. And I well. I did." Wanda lowered her head and Natasha watched as a tear slowly made its way down her cheek. Natasha looked at her and carefully whipped the tears away from her face.

"I didn't know what I heard, but Laura told me some of it was related to the red room and…and… I just don't understand what they did to you." Wanda's voice cracked as she continued to cry. Natasha moved closer and embraced her into a big hug. She already figured Wanda had looked into her head, but she didn't know what exactly what she had seen or heard.

"Shhh, it's okay Wanda." Natasha comforted with a low voice. Wanda pulled away and looked at her.

"No. No, it's not. I was so caught up in myself that I never thought about you. You protected me and went through all kinds of torture back there, and it never crossed my mind." Wanda said with a weak voice. She leaned into Natasha and it was her turn to play with the brunettes' hair as she listened to her.

"You kept coming between them and me making them forcefully separate us, and even then, you kept me calm and made all sorts of trouble just to get to me, making me your priority. But you are hurting Natasha." Natasha listened to Wanda in silence just nodding slowly while she kept talking.

"What did they do to you?" She ended with a low whisper. She was still sobbing low and Natasha felt the girl in her arm forced herself to take deep breaths.

"I got compromised" Natasha whispered back hugging the girl maybe a bit tighter than she needed too.

"How?" Wanda asked slowly, still a bit shaken.

"Natalia have you ever thought about whatever would have happened to you if you didn't meet Barton?" Natasha felt the leather straps around her arm tighten when one of the guys tugged it violently before the woman waved him away.

"What do you know about Barton?!" Natasha growled still trying to get out of the chair. The straps didn't even budge.

"Oh Natalia, I know everything about you and your friends Barton was you saving grace, wasn't he? He saved you from KGB, tearing you away from your past" The woman walked slowly around her looking at her with that disgusting look.

"You were the perfect assassin before that. One of the most talented there ever was. And you just threw everything away! YOU WERE PERFECT!" The woman slammed her hand down on the table close to Natasha, almost making her jump. Almost.

"I evolved into something better." Natasha barked back. This woman just didn't shut up, did she?

"BETTER? YOU ARE NOTHING NOW." The woman yelled at her face before she straitened up and looked at Natasha again.

"Sorry, that was rude. But no. no, you didn't evolve to anything better. You are just a peasant little failed spy. Natalia, please tell me, how many missions did you fail when you worked for KGB?" Natasha bit her lip not knowing what this woman was going with this one. She didn't even know the answer.

"NONE! Out of 258 missions from KGB, you failed none! Nothing came between you and your mission. Like I said. You were perfect." Natasha gulped when the woman slid the backside of a knife under her chin painfully slow. The cold blade resting against her skin.

"But look at you now. Not only have you failed 7 missions for SHIELD, but you got captured and put that one thing that made you so-called better than KGB in danger. You put your teammate, your friend, your dear little prodigy you are mentoring in danger and are currently failing on keeping her safe. But you're right, you are a better version of yourself now." She laughed in her face before she continued teasing, hurting, and breaking her down.

"You keep telling yourself you get better, but you can't change the past, and are only destroying your future. Hurting everyone you love and care about. Love is for children you said, but here you are trying to protect your love once and guess what happens, YOU FAILED." Natasha was shaking in anger by now tugging and struggling to get out of her chair. She could feel the works on weeks without food and constant physical torturing on her body. She felt weaker than ever, but she had to try.

"And if I recall right that's what she told you. That you'll never fail. But here we are." Natasha threw herself forward at the woman the second she felt the straps give in. She was only millisecond away from grabbing the woman by the neck and breaking it in half when a voice way to familiar cut through her making her fall on her knees.

"NATALIA" Her voice was just as calm as she remembered it. Just as cold and horrible. She turned around to meet two ice-cold eyes. She felt herself lower her head not wanting to look at her.

"Look at me, Natalia." Natasha moved her head slowly and looked up at her with big eyes. She didn't want to, but feeling her past self move her by the orders of her old headmistress.

"My beautiful Natalia. The one I cared for so much. I was so proud of giving you away to KGB knowing you would to excellent. And you did. You are the one. The only truly Black Widow. So strong, so smart. You are perfection." Natasha gulped as Madam B moved closer to her. The blond hair was put up in a tight bun, a bun Natasha knew she has copied way too many times after she graduated.

"After your class graduated, I put the next grades through multiple challenges. The whole point with my education program was to make every grade better than the previous. But nobody beat you. You are one of a kind." The woman walked up to Natasha and she felt her whole body tense. If she was in top shape then maybe, MAYBE, she could have taken the woman on. But now, no chance.

"The only one what was even close was this one. Do you know her name?" Madam B moved and pointed at the woman. Natasha felt her jaw drop when she finally understood what Madam B was putting down.

"After you left KGB, I needed a replacement, a new Widow. But sadly, Tia isn't quite there yet." Natasha moved her nose ever so slightly when she heard the name.

"Oh, don't be silly that's not her real name. Just like Natasha isn't yours" Natasha was still frozen to the floor. She knew she should get up. Focus and get ready in case "Tia" or whatever jumped her. Or Madam B for that matter.

"Get up!" Natasha felt her body stand up on autopilot. For some reason, she felt the need to obey Madam B even when she knew she didn't have to. Madam B knew this as well, she knew she would listen to her. She always did.

"Good girl." Madam B praised her just like she had back when she was 18 still in her education program. Tia walked over to her and stopped just a few inches from her face. For some reason, Natasha felt calm standing in front of this woman. She didn't know why, but she did. Madam B wasn't on her team, in fact, she was on the opposite, but she felt calm in her presence. Madame B's present had always for some strange reason made Natasha feel confident in herself whenever she followed her order. She could feel herself slowly make her way back into her 18-year-old self where she was under such a strong regime. The orders she gave was a safety zone. She was never scared when she was working under her rule.

Natalia was back, and she was made of marble.