Natasha's POV
Natasha opened her eyes and found herself locked in a white room with nothing in it but her. She was chained to the wall, suspended a foot above the ground. Then a door appeared. It was white like the room. It opened slowly to reveal Thor who was wielding Mjolnir.
"Thor," Natasha said in relief. "Can you get me down from here?"
He looked her in the eye and said disgusted,"Why would I help my enemy. Do you take me as a fool."
"Thor it's me. Natasha. I'm your friend/teammate. Remember." Natasha was confused. Thor was acting weird. He said that she was the enemy, but they've been fighting together for a little more than four years. What was up?
"Your name is Natalia or the Black Widow. She has no friendship of mine. Or anyone's from the matter," Thor said coldly.
"No, I'm your-"
"You will not deceive the Prince of Asgard with your tongue as you do with the Midgardians. Your temptations will be no more. Murders no more as you face the wrath of Asgard. Prepare to meet your doom you weak, pathetic she-devil!"
He pointed Mjolnir toward Natasha and sparks began to fly. Then bolts of lightning shot towards her. Her body convulsed over and over again from the large amounts of electricity. Natasha let out screams of pain, not from the physical pain (which still hurt like hell) but the emotional pain of having one of her friends being the one to cause the pain. Thor did it over and over again. Then he took one last look at Natasha, and exited through the Thor that he came in through. As soon as the door closed, it disappeared without a trace, like it wasn't even there. Natasha should have been dead and her body burned beyond recognition. But there was no sign of any injuries from the torture she had endured. Another door appeared, this time it was orange. Tony walked in donned in his Iron Man armor. Natasha immediately knew from the look on his face that we would do the same thing Thor did, just in his own style. They stared at each other in silence, neither one blinked.
"Liar," Tony said.
That was the only thing that he said to her. Then he fired a repulsor at her. Natasha's body convulsed again and again. But there was evidence of the torture this time. Burns that should have been there after Thor started to appear. And the repulsors fired over and over again. Then he turned to leave. Tony looked back at her one last time, with pity, and walked out of the room. The door, as the one before it, disappeared. And another one appeared. This door was green and had a small chip in the corner closest to the top hinge. Bruce ran in fully equipped with a first aid kit and a concerned look on his face.
"Nat!" he exclaimed. "Thor and Tony told me what happened. I'm sorry. I'm going to help you okay."
Natasha stared at him in silence but nodded in approval. He opened the case and pulled out some rubbing alcohol, cotton swabs, and bandages. Bruce began to gently clean her wounds. Suddenly, the Hulk appeared.
"No, no, no noooo! Not now Hulk. I need Bruce right now. Please just change back. He's helping me."
"NO PUNY BANNER!"
The Hulk began to pummel her body with punches. Screams of pain filled the air. Natasha yelled at him to stop but he just kept going. He tore her from the chains and threw her on the ground. Then he continued with the punches. Natasha heard her bones breaking. More bruises were starting to appear. The bandages had fallen off of her body, and stitches were ripped open. Blood was everywhere. Natasha was too weak to at least try to attempt to defend herself. Finally, he just stopped. Collapsed onto the ground and turned back into Bruce. Then he stood up and walked to the door.
He opened the it and stopped in the doorway, back still turned to Natasha and said,"I never loved you." Then he disappeared and the door closed.
Natasha laid there on the floor in silence in her own pool of blood. "Of course he wasn't going to help me," she thought."If he was, we would have taken me out of the chains before he started doing first aid." Then another thought crossed her mind,"Why am I not dead yet? I got beat up by Thor, Tony in his Iron Man suit, and a very angry Hulk. Just give up body. There's nothing to live for."
Then she heard a door open. She looked over to where the sound was coming from and saw Steve walk out of a blue door, shield in hand. Fury was etched on his face. And from the looks of it, that fury was about to be unleashed on her.
"Steve, you don't have to do this. You can make a choice like you did with the Accords. Please."
"I don't negotiate with terrorists. It's time to make you pay for what you did."
"Steve this isn't you. Snap out of it," Natasha pleaded. Steve was scaring her. He looked as if he would kill her right then and there.
"This is all me Natasha. All me. America's Golden Boy versus Russia's top assassin slut. You talk about clearing your ledger but it's too red. A permanent stain. You've killed too many people for it to even get close to white. Like Loki said, your ledger is gushing red. You can't wipe it out."
Tears were falling down Natasha's face. If it was coming from anyone that wasn't close to her, she wouldn't care. But Steve, one of her best friends, it hurt like hell. "Don't let him get to you Natasha," she thought. "You're just trying to fix the damage Natalia has done."
She put on a brave face, lifted her head, and looked him dead in the eye and asked,"Why did you bring your shield." Really she knew why but didn't care anymore.
"To do this." Then he slammed her into the wall with it. "And this." He brought the shield down on her abdomen, breaking her ribs even more. Natasha struggled to keep her screams in. It would only encourage more. He noticed and rammed his shield into her head. Blood started dripping down her face from the gash it made. "Can't use that pretty face of yours anymore." Natasha, lying in a pool of her blood, looked at him Steve, expecting another attack, but he just left.
Natasha laid there wishing that her body would just give up. She wanted to die. She didn't want any more pain. But she knew that it wasn't over yet. There was still one person on the team that hadn't come in yet. The person who gave her a second chance. Clinton Francis Barton. Right on cue he walked in through a purple door that had appeared. Armed with his bow and one arrow. The tip of the arrow looked as if you just touched it with your finger it would draw blood. His face was stone cold. The look he gave the enemy. Natasha ignored the look. She was starting to not care. She wanted it to be over with. It was driving her insane. So close to death, but it won't take her.
"Will you be the one to do it Clint?" she asked dryly but with a little bit of humor in her voice. She sat up, leaning on the wall for support.
He gave her a questioning look.
"Will you be the one to kill the Black Widow. Natalia Romanova. You'll just be killing a shell. She died a long time ago. Natasha Romanoff lives here now, Barton. And she doesn't like Natalia either. Her body or her as a person. But it's your choice."
"You and Natalia are the same person," he said coldly.
"No, you killed Natalia the night you spared me."
"I should've shot you right then and there."
"You're right. I wouldn't be in pain right now. Sure I wouldn't know the team, Fury, Coulson, Maria, Sharon, Laura, and the kids, but I can't miss something I never experienced."
"Leave them out of this. Maybe if I listened to Laura, you wouldn't know them. They don't love you anyway."
"Yes they do. You do too." She was growing bolder. Clint also brought out a different side in her.
"No, I don't. Getting treated like you're loved doesn't mean that you are. Just because people seem to trust you doesn't mean they actually do. Think about when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell. Neither Fury or Steve trusted you."
"I don't blame them. I don't trust me sometimes either," she laughed. It wasn't one of those Natasha laughs. It was a laugh of the insane.
"You're one crazy Russian."
"I know. You know. We all know. This is what happens when you're so close to the death and just waiting for it to take you. You go a little insane from waiting."
"Well you don't have to wait much longer. Just a little bit more time." He drew his bow and pulled back the arrow. "Nighty, night, Nat." Clint released the arrow which embedded itself into Natasha's sternum. She looked down and saw the arrow in her chest. Clint walked towards her and yanked it out causing blood to spray.
"See what I mean Clint. Death isn't accepting my calls right now."
"Who said I that I would be the one to kill you." Then he walked out with his bow and the bloodied arrow, chuckling.
Natasha, bloodied, bruised, and broken watched the door close behind him. Then she used the wall to stand herself up, ready to for the last person to come through. But she couldn't figure out who the person was. She wouldn't have to wonder much longer. A white door appeared. "Thor came back to kill me. That's nice," she thought. But then a stream of liquid red dripped down the door. Then more and more dripped down the door. Soon it was just pouring out. The door opened and revealed the woman with the red hair and the black catsuit. Natalia.
"Hello Natasha. Did you really think you could get rid of me? I'm part of you."
"No. I don't know you.I am entirely separate from you. I'm Natasha. The Black Widow. I kill others but others can't kill me. What makes you think that you'll be any different."
"Because only a Widow can kill another Widow. Goodbye, Natasha." She drew her gun and pulled the trigger, the bullet flew out. Then there was darkness.
Natasha bolted up, knife in hand. Her body was drenched in sweat. It was this nightmare again. She dropped the knife on the bed. This is why I don't sleep that much anymore. She looked over at a clock she bought. It was 4:13 in the morning. Two hours again. Thought I was making progress here. She didn't have to go to work at the cafe until six but Anika was usually there around five to get some of the sweets ready before opening time, which was at seven. Natasha got up and went into the bathroom to get ready. She used the bathroom and took off her pajamas, which was a grey T-shirt and some black underwear, before she got in the shower. She pulled back the curtain and stepped in and turned the knob. Cold water hit her. Always cold water no matter how far you turn the knob. I'm Russian. We practically invented tolerance to the cold. Natasha scrubbed her stomach with the soapy rag. She went over a scar. It was the one Bucky gave her. A reminder of a time she could have died, again. It was fading though. All her scars went away after a few years. She has had that one for almost eight years. If she looked at it in a mirror, she could still see the outline but it wasn't raised anymore. The other one Bucky gave her two years ago was still the same, just a tad bit smoother. Natasha stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She opened a drawer and got some toothpaste out and placed it on her brush. One she was finished brushing her teeth, she put in her blue contact lenses and her makeup on. This was all just part of her routine for Lotte Smitt. Besides not being a deadly Russian assassin/spy, and being a little bit more feminine, Lotte was pretty much the same as Natasha. Except for the blonde hair blue eyes. That was one of the things she really had to get used to. She completed her routine and went to her clothes rack and took off one of her work outfits. A black blouse and a brown skirt. Then she grabbed her name tag off the nightstand and went downstairs. Natasha walked to the bike rack to get her bicycle. It was blue and had a tan basket. A little rusty but it got her to point A and point B. She bought it as soon as she got the job at the cafe. No use in walking everywhere all the time. Her job was to make all the coffee and tea. It paid enough for her to get more things for the apartment, even though she really shouldn't. No connections. She was a mystery to her co-workers, as she should be. Can't get her caught, arrested, and killed. According to the news and the BOLOs, she is to be killed on sight. Sure a part of her wants to give up and turn herself in to save her all the trouble. But part of her wants to live and hide. Have an adventurous life, hiding from the government like a boss. I guess I can hold out for a little bit longer. Natasha hopped on her bike and rode to work. Traffic was light and she got there around 4:57. She parked her bike in a lot behind the cafe. Anika wasn't there yet, so the door was locked. Like all the employees, she had a key to open up the building. Natasha unlocked the door and started setting up. She took the chairs off the tables and wiped them down. Then she set up the stools by the bar. After she was done setting everything up in the dining area, she moved on to the kitchen. Natasha started on the coffee. She poured the coffee grounds in the pot and stirred it. Then she heard the door open. It was only 5:43 so it wouldn't be Anika.
"We're not open yet, come back around seven," Natasha called out.
"It's just me Lotte, Isabella," she walked into the kitchen. She was one of the cashiers. She had silky brown hair that was always in a messy bun. It matches the way she works.
"Hi Isabella," Natasha said. "Sorry, I thought you were a customer."
"It's okay. Why so early today?"
"Couldn't sleep. What about you?"
"Had to deal with some unfinished business."
"Oh," Natasha said. Something was off. "How did you know it was me in here?"
"I saw your bike in the front."
"Silly me." I put my bike in the back. "Hold on I'll be right back. I don't think I chained my bike up." She turned to leave.
"That's fine. I'll come with you."
"You can stay. I don't need any help." Natasha moved closer to the doorway.
"I have to wipe down the tables outside anyway, Lotte." Isabella walked towards her.
"I'll do it while I'm out there."
"Lotte…"
"I can do it myself Isabella!" shouted Natasha aggravated. No keep doing Lotte, Natasha. I think I just slipped up. "I'll be going Isabella. By myself."
They stared at each other for a minute. Then, Isabella's facial expression went from nice and pleading to cold-hearted killer. "You're coming with me Natalia." She took out a syringe from her skirt.
The two got into defensive stances and went at it. They wrestled on the ground for a moment. Isabella rammed Natasha's head into the table, making a wide gash on her forehead. She wasn't unconscious, just dazed. And tired. She had two hours of sleep. Her fighting wouldn't be the best. Isabella took an advantage of that and took one of the kitchen knives and attempted to stab her. Natasha rolled out of the way in time, and the knife was embedded in the tile. She kneed Isabella in the stomach, getting her off her in the process. Natasha pinned her to the ground and started to choke her.
"Who do you work for?" Natasha asked angrily. She didn't have time for this. She didn't have time to start all over again.
"Your home." Isabella wheezed. She was running out of air. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Isabella bit Natasha's arm, causing her to loosen her grip a little bit. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her to break free of the chokehold. Natasha acted quickly to get the upper hand again. Isabella was faster. Or just really lucky. Natasha lunged at her in an attempt to take her out, but Isabella met her with a counter attack. She reached out to hit Natasha, but accidentally missed.
Her mistake.
Natasha took her chance to take a swing at Isabella herself. She pinned her to the ground and punched her over and over again. The woman began to lose consciousness. Or so Natasha thought. Natasha raised her fist to punch her again, but it was halted by Isabella's hand. She held onto it and quickly pressed the syringe into Natasha's neck. Natasha collapsed on top of her. Isabella pushed her off and stood up.
"Time to go home, Natalia. Time to go back to the Red Room."
Then there was darkness.
Isabella's POV
Isabella stared at Natasha's still form. She had taken down the famous Black Widow. Sure she had an advantage of a full night's sleep, but what fight is ever fair. Russia will get its precious killer princess back thanks to her. In your face you dumbass Americans. We will win this war. Isabella looked at the clock. 6:01. Anika was probably waiting out back with the car. She was to be there at 6:10. Then they would meet with two Red Room operatives across town. They would drop her off and Anika would come back to act like Natalia kidnapped Isabella. Isabella would be with the operatives going back to the Red Room. Anika and the rest of the cafe "workers" would come in a couple of weeks after closing down the cafe. Fourteen minutes to spare. Let's leave a little present for the authorities. Isabella took her knife and cut Natasha's arm. Not deep enough to severely harm her, but enough to get a little bit of blood pouring. Then she took one of Natasha's hands and coated her blood in it. Isabella took her hand and pressed it on the wall. It left behind a bloody imprint. Isabella took a Sharpie and wrote: DEATH TO HER~NRom. It would let the world know that Natasha was here. It would also lead the authorities to think that Natasha kidnapped her. A larger bounty on her head. Isabella finished and threw Natasha over her back, hauling her outside where Anika was waiting. She threw her into the trunk and hopped in the passenger seat. Anika pulled off and they drove away in silence. They met the operatives at the rendezvous point. Isabella got in and let the operatives haul Natasha's box into the van.
"Change of plans, Isabella. Headmistress has instructed us to go by the apartment complex," said one of the operatives.
"Why?"
"She has instructed us to blow it up. Make it seem like Natalia did it."
"Okay. Does she want me to set up the bomb?"
"No, she wants you to be inside when the building blows. Make it look convincing that she kidnapped you. Make it look like she killed you. Except it wasn't."
"I'm not sure if I am ready."
"It is not a choice, Isabella."
"I know. When do you know to make the building blow?" asked Isabella.
"When Anika gives us the signal."
"Let's do this."
They drove to Natasha's apartment complex and set up the bombs. They took her keys and opened the door to her studio. Isabella set up the bombs while the operatives stayed in the car. They waited for two hours until they finally got the signal. The police were on their way to the apartment to investigate. The plan was going well.
For Russia. For the Red Room
Operatives' POV
The operatives drove about 100 yards from the building. Then one of the operatives pressed the detonator. The operatives heard the boom and watched the building go up in flames. They heard the screams of the people inside. Then the building collapsed, and they drove off to the airstrip to go back to the Red Room.
CNN News Report in USA
"Breaking News! Today in a cafe in Amsterdam, the owner found a bloody handprint belonging to the missing ex-Avenger, Natasha Romanoff. The handprint was found when the owner walked into the kitchen. Under it, written in Sharpie, a message was inscribed: DEATH TO HER~NRom. The owner believed it to be one of the employees named Isabella Locke who had bad blood with Romanoff, who was under the alias Lotte Smitt. Then two hours after Isabella was reported missing, the apartment complex the cafe owner believed for her to have lived, was blown up. 57 people were believed to be inside, including Locke. Romanoff is believed to have been behind this. General Ross's statement will be released in a couple of minutes More news will be available soon. This is Anderson Cooper on CNN news."
"Nat's in some real deep shit now."
Author's Note: Hey guys! I know it's been a while, but I'm back. I was originally going to make this into 2 chapters but then I was like, what the hell! It can be one. I will try to update sooner. I wish I could get paid for doing this because I would be doing this all day. And I have a bunch of story ideas for different fandoms. Stick around for more. And send me reviews! Bye!
P.S. Guys don't get impatient. This is harder than I looks. Well trying to find time to do this is hard.
P.P.S. = Russian = Dutch. I got lazy and didn't feel like using Google Translate. If it was Spanish I'd be good, but I know only a little bit of Russian and absolutely positively no Dutch words. #crazylazy
Reviews:
KT chapter 2 . Nov 11
This is really good. Can't wait for the next update.
Here it is. Me too sometimes!
Guest chapter 2 . Nov 4
Please, please PLEASE UPDATE. I love this so much.
I will. Thanks!
Guest chapter 2 . Nov 3
Oh my gosh! I love this story so, SO MUCH. Please update as soon as you can!
I'm happy you love it, and I will update as often as I can.
Parker-Star chapter 1 . Nov 5
I loveee this, it's so interesting I just want more!
I just spend my day thinking of what to put in the chapters and sometimes things can get real interesting.
crazyaboutto chapter 2 . Nov 4
Yessssss! I've found the one I've been looking for. Natasha centric fic. And she is like her comics counterpart. I've always wanted write something like this but I'm too lazy for it.
Anyways I've got 2 things to say
1. I think Natasha would have helped Steve about freeing Avengers from the Raft. She wouldn't let them down especially when Clint is involved
2. I think in IW, Natasha will be called Yelena Belova. The other black widow in comics who has blonde hair. I want to ask that if will you change Natasha's name when she is hiding or will we see the reAl Yelena Belova?
I'm like you wanting a story like this, so I decided to write it. Hope other people do the same. You should give a try. I would totally read your story. And I agree with you on the Yelena Belova. Maybe I'll do the 2nd option. ; )
Cloudoffeathers chapter 1 . Oct 13
Oh my goodness, please continue this!
I would never not finish a story. I will finish all of my fanfics, eventually. It really annoys me when other people have fanfics they haven't updated in years. Especially if there is a cliff-hanger.