Story Warning: non-graphic rape but a little bit of kinda graphic torture (idk)
Natasha's POV
Natasha woke up in a cold room. She was blindfolded and couldn't see where she was. She felt that she was bound to a metal table by her ankles, thighs, wrists, arms, and neck, dressed only in her underwear. Where am I? Why am I here. What mission was this? What happened? How long have I been here? Wait, Isabella and the cafe. Got too sloppy. Where did she bring me? No! The Red Room. Got to get out. Should have practiced more. No one will look for me. They won't waste time on someone they didn't originally know the location of. I'm going to die here. Or worse, they'll get into my brain again. Natasha heard a door open. She pretended to still be unconscious. Whoever it was, wasn't haven't it.
"Take off the blindfold for me, Nadia. Natalia, I know you're awake. No need in faking it," said the woman.
Nadia yanked the blindfold off her head. She looked around the room. Bigger than I thought. Kinda like a lab, but a torture chamber. Natasha turnt her head to get a good luck at her. Short blonde hair, brown eyes, around 5'4. Then she looked ahead to see the other woman. Headmistress. She should have died in the fire.
"Nadia, you are excused." It was just her and Natasha now.
"Hello, Headmistress," Natasha said.
"Natalia, it's been so long. I haven't seen you since you burned down the original Red Room," she said.
"My family burned. It was your turn," Natasha replied coldly.
"I skipped a turn," Headmistress said. She cupped Natasha's chin in her hand. "Like you should have passed on going back with that S.H.I.E.L.D. agent."
"Nah, that was the best decision of my life." Natasha smirked.
"Selling Russian secrets was the best decision of your life. Hmph. From what I recall, the best decision of your life was when you killed all the failures. When you decided that you didn't need any friends. Or a family. Life was better back then."
"No it was better for you because you could control me. I was your puppet."
"Complete control is needed for the young ones, Natalia."
"What do you want?"
"Why change the subject so abruptly. Is it because you know that it's true. You yearn for power, but you are too scared to show it."
Natasha was silent. Headmistress was right. And that scared her.
"But since you asked what I wanted, I wanted you."
"For information on the Avengers or for you to kill me. 'Cause the first one isn't going to happen."
"No, for something else. We couldn't just kill our best widow could we?" Headmistress told her.
It quickly dawned on Natasha what Headmistress wanted her for. "You're never getting into my brain again. Ever." she said defiant. Never again. I can't become a puppet. I have two options, escape or suicide, but not a puppet. And I don't see any way of escape from here.
There was a knock on the door. "We're ready," said Headmistress.
The door opened and two men walked in armed with pistols and army knives.
"Oh, great. Conditioning. Too bad it won't work."
"Still think we're trying to get back into your head Natalia. Silly girl. We never left." Then Headmistress stepped aside. "Have fun boys. I will be in observation to see your work. Call me when it's time."
She exited through the door, leaving Natasha alone with the two men. The room was silent. The men looked at each other and nodded. Then one of them approached Natasha.
"Can I help you and your friend over there?" she asked.
"We can very much help ourselves, Natalia. Dmitri, you have the honor of the first turn with Romanova," said the man. He stepped aside. Dmitri walked up to Natasha.
"We are going to have a lot of fun with you this session," said Dmitri. He pulled out a knife and stroked it with his finger. "You know Natalia, I've never used this knife on someone before. It's very pure, unlike you. Time for you to pour some blood on it."
He held the knife to the upper part of her arm, and dug it into her skin, pulled it downwards, making a gash going all the way to her wrist. Natasha didn't show any signs of pain or fear. Dmitri did the same to the other arm. Then he took her right wrist and snapped it. Natasha winced a little bit. Dmitri almost didn't notice. Almost. He grinned in satisfaction, knowing that he was able to cause a little pain. He stopped to let the other man take part.
"Your turn Vanko," Dmitri said.
"Yay," he said dryly. Vanko took his gun off his back and stood to the side of Natasha. He aimed it at Natasha's leg and pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet embedded itself into the bone, breezing past the muscle and body tissue. Then he shot her in the ankle, the bullet went through and through. Blood was dripping from the table onto the floor, forming a red puddle. Natasha stared at ceiling to distract herself from the pain. She turned to Vanko and looked him dead in the eye and said.
"It's going to take a lot more than that to break me. I feel like this is ameatuer hour," she laughed. Don't focus on the pain Natasha. Just breathe. In and out. That's it.
Insulted, Vanko slapped her. "Oh Natalia, we're just getting started. You see Dmitri is specialized in a certain course of training to get our girls ready for their training. Care to show her my friend?"
"I wouldn't mind at all, Vanko," Dmitri said with a devious smirk. He placed his weapons on the ground and started taking off his clothes. First it was his shirt, then his pants, and finally his underwear. Vanko took a knife and cut her underwear and pulled it off. He threw it on the ground and stepped back to let Dmitri pass.
Natasha knew what he was about to do. She knew when she heard a "certain course of training. She looked away from Dmitri, hoping to escape into her mind. Dmitri got on top of her, and used his hand to turn her face towards him.
"You are going to look at me the whole time while I fuck you Natalia. Everytime you look away, Vanko makes a cut. Be a good girl, and it will hurt a little less," said Dmitri. He inserted himself into her and started thrusting. The movements agitated her wounds. Natasha winced in pain. After a couple of minutes, Dmitri finally came. He collapsed on top of Natasha, exhausted. He laid there recovering from his pleasure. Then he passionately kissed Natasha. She kept staring at him, waiting for it to be over. Dmitri stopped kissing her and sat up. He looked at Natasha in disgust. Definitely not the first time I've gotten that look before. He got up from the table and put his clothes back on.
"Ready for round three, Romanova?" asked Vanko. "Because I am."
Natasha looked at him in silence.
"I will take that as a yes. Dmitri get the bucket and the rags. We're gonna have a lot of fun now."
Waterboarding. Fun. Um yeah uh Ross, you can come and arrest me now. I'm ready.
Vanko took the rags from Dmitri and draped them over Natasha's head, covering her mouth and nose. Then he filled the bucket with water. He walked back over to Natasha and began to pour the water on top of the water. She stayed still for a few seconds. Panicking and moving well make me run out of air faster. But her body refused to stay still. Natasha began to jolt and shake, trying to break free. But, Vanko kept pouring. Black dots were clouding her vision, and her lungs wheezing to bring in air. Finally, Vanko stopped. He set the bucket down and pulled the rags from her face. Natasha took in deep breaths, trying to control her breathing. Her eyes were bloodshot, skin was pale. Waterboarding on top of being raped and covered in bullet and stab wounds, was making her very weak. Physically and mentally. When it was just a random target doing this, it wouldn't affect her as much. But it was the Red Room. So many memories being unsurfaced. It hurt more than anything else. Natasha heard the door open again. Headmistress was back. She had a steel box in hand, about the size of a laptop. She approached Vanko and Dmitri.
"Nice work boys. I will see that you are tended to accordingly. You are dismissed," Headmistress said.
The men grabbed their gear and left the lab.
"Now Natalia, this is your breaking point. You have made it this far, as I expected from you, but now that all comes to an end. You see, before we take control of you, I want you to be broken. Shattered into pieces like glass."
"I am not glass. You said it yourself, I am made of marble. And you will not break me. You will not control me. In these past few hours I have been kidnapped, shot, stabbed, raped, and waterboarded. If I can pass through that, I will not be broken."
"I admire your bravery, Natalia. But right now, in your words, you are Natasha. And Natasha is a weak, worthless woman, who spends her time working for a country that she doesn't belong to. Natasha is glass. For she is fragile. Only the fragile ones will break."
"How are you going to break me then?" asked Natasha.
"With this."
Headmistress opened the box and pulled out a syringe filled with a black substance. She went to go injected it into Natasha's neck.
"What is that?"
"A serum. It's stronger than the one you have flowing through your veins now."
"Why give it to me now?"
"Well, we can't have our most prized possession injured or covered in scars and burns. Your body will heal itself now."
She turned away and pulled a flash drive from the box. Headmistress stuck it in a port and it came up on the screen. Then she turned off the lights. A video, in black in white with poor quality, started. There was a beautiful house on a hill. It was dark outside and a light snow was falling with a little breeze. A light illuminated a window where you could see a mother and her young child. It was a little girl, who appeared to be about five years old. That's me. That's my family. My house. They took it away from me. Natasha stayed silent and continued to watch. There was a figure dressed in black standing next to the house. A orange light appeared to be floating next to it. Then it began to grow. The figure was gone. The light was a flame, and it began to quickly engulf the house. In a matter of seconds, the fire had reached the second floor of the house. The little girl was screaming in fear. The father broke the window with what appeared to be a hammer, a possible escape route. Another figure approached. A man. Ivan. He called out to the family. The mother cried out for help. A piece of burnt wood from the roof fell to the ground, embers still clearly visible. The roof began to collapse. The woman held out the child and dropped her out the window. The girl fell into the man's arms. Then the roof crumbled and collapsed on top of her parents. Their screams interrupted the silence in the air. No. No. No. The man held the girl in his arms and walked away without an ounce of remorse. The house was still burning, crumbling into ashes. The last scream, her mother's, pierced the air. Then it was silence. Just the burning house. Tears slipped from Natasha's eyes. Watching her parents die was torture. Headmistress hit the replay button.
"No. Turn it off," Natasha pleaded. Headmistress smirked in satisfaction. "TURN IT OFF! Isn't this enough for you? Am I not broken?"
"Broken, but merely cracked. I want you shattered."
The video began again. Natasha closed her eyes. Headmistress noticed. She pulled out a smaller box filled with matches. She struck a match, drawing a flame. Headmistress placed it to Natasha's foot. Natasha felt a burning sensation on her toes. She opened her eyes and saw a flame dancing on her foot. It slowly crawled up her leg and torso. She began to scream out in agony. Then other screams joined her. It was her parents. They were burning together. The flames engulfed her neck. I'm going to die. I'm going to die. No more Red Room. No more angry governments and their officials. No more Avengers. Headmistress splashed a bucket of ice cold water on Natasha to extinguish the flames. She was covered in burns and the end of her hair was singed. She struggled to stay conscious.
"No sleeping, Natasha. It is time for your final initiation. It is time to become Natalia again."
Headmistress turned on the lights and pulled out a weathered black journal. It had the emblem of the Black Widow on it. Even with her fuzzy vision, Natasha knew what it was. That's how she will control me. Like they did with Bucky. It never crossed my mind I could be like him. But I got mine decades after he did. Who knows how much stronger it is. What the fuck! The burns are disappearing already. Even Steve's doesn't work that fast. Headmistress opened the book and flipped to the page.
"Oh broken Natasha, how does it feel to be worthless. A shell of a person you once were. Must be tough, because you are weak. Now I believe you know what this book is for. You told me that we wouldn't break you. Here you lie, broken. You said that we would never control you again. Here we are, about to have you wrapped around my finger. What do you have to say for yourself?" asked Headmistress.
"The government will notice when people start being killed with no evidence left behind. They will find me, and they will kill me. Game over for you. But you were right."
"Aren't I always. Any last words before you are reborn?"
"Natasha will be hiding, waiting to come out. My friends will find me. As I am now or as Natalia."
"So much determination. So much false hope. Goodbye Natasha. May your soul burn."
"Go to hell."
"Fire. Burning. Screams. Metal. Wood. Ballet. Marble. Purpose. Czar."
Every word, Natasha flinched. Her head began to pound and her vision blurred. She was losing awareness of her surroundings. She cried out, her last words,"I have a place in the world!" Then everything blacked out.
Hours Later
Natalia woke up in a white room in a bed that had a metal structure and a black button on the wall. Home sweet home. She sat up and found a note that said,"Press the button."
She got up from the bed and pressed it. A few minutes later, Headmistress walked in, a file in tow.
"Headmistress."
"Natalia."
"What is this visit for?"
"Psych evaluation. You were missing for years. We need to make sure everything is well mentally before you are sent back out into the field."
"Yes, Headmistress."
"As I said before, you address me as Madam."
"Yes, Madam."
"What is your name?"
"Natalia Alianovna Romanova," said Natasha. She sounded as if she was a robot.
"What year were you born?"
"1928."
"Who do you serve?"
"Mother Russia. Only Mother Russia."
"What are Americans?"
"The kind of people that are to be wiped out. They are the slimy bastards who attempt to rule the world."
"Do you love anyone?"
"No love is for children."
"What are you made of?"
"Marble."
"What is your purpose in life?"
"To kill. To get information."
"And?"
"Other than that, I have no purpose in the world."
"Natalia, you have passed the psych evaluation. Here is the information on your next mission."
"Thank you Madam."
"Get to work Natalia," she walked to the doorway. "And, welcome home."
"Thank you." It's like I never left.
Author's Note: So about the rape part. I didn't want to do graphic because that would mean a higher rating. And the higher the rating, the less like my story is going to get read because the default for the filter is Teen and under. And I'm lazy today and didn't feel like doing a graphic scene like that. Guys don't act surprised about the ending, y'all knew it was coming, eventually. I can't decide whether to make it Tony, Steve, Bucky, or Nat's POV. Can y'all help me by voting in the reviews section. Thanks. The next chapter will be up soon, so don't worry. And if anyone finds stories about Natasha post Civil War, can you post the author and the title in the reviews. Bye!
P.S. I just realized this is the shortest chapter I've done for this fanfic. Next one I'll try to make the longest chapter.
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