She had nightmares.
People often doubted that the deadly Black Widow even had feelings, let alone nightmares. Yet there were nights that she woke up in a nervous sweat, tortured by the images she saw at night.
Faces; they were the faces of the people she'd killed. Not just killed, but murdered. Sometimes they deserved it. They were the criminal masterminds who tortured and destroyed lives of innocent people. Other times, they were just as innocent as the people those masterminds destroyed. But it didn't matter who she killed. It was her job. They all died he same.
They all died with the same face.
Those were the visions that haunted every night from as long as she could remember. After she gather those fears locking them in that hardened widow's heart she'd obtained so long ago the she laid back, staring at the ceiling; the ceiling that played like a video every, every face she'd killed with a knife as cold as the heart she'd been handed.
And she cried.
Song: Alice of Human Sacrifice (Vocaloids)
Sorry it's been so long. It's been a while since I've just simply had the chance to write this. I've either been occupied by my other writing projects or been caught up in the move to a new house.
I have next to no background on Natasha other than she was a part of the Black Widow program in Russia, so yeah… This one is just more artistic than anything.