Demons from the past {~Natasha Romanoff~}

Super soldier serum

1940, Somewhere outside Moscow, Russia.

Madame B: Do it!

Natalia: Please, please don't make me do it.

They were in training room. Natalia had a gun in her hands and a few feet in front  of her was a man with a bag over his head. At her words Madame B grabbed the 15 year olds, tear stained face. 

Madame B: You will do it or else all of you will get punished. You understand me? 

She said with a dangerous, quiet voice. Natalia just nodded her head, knowing how bad the punishment was. She turned around and pointed the gun at the man.

Madame B: DO IT!

Natalia closed her eyes and pulled the trigger, and the man fell dead.

Madame B: Bring another one. You will do it again, but this time you will not hesitate, nor cry. Understood? Or you know what happens.

The red head wiped her tears and pointed the gun at the other person, this time a woman.

Madame B: Do it.

Another gunshot was heard and the woman fell dead. Madame b nodded her head and Natalia went to the other girls. 

She killed a person. Not just one but two. 

~present day~

Natasha did not understood when tears started running down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away and went into the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water and exited the bathroom. 

Just as she exited the bathroom somebody knocked on her door.

Natasha: It's open.

At her words the door opened and Clint entered.

Clint: Ok something is definitely wrong.

Natasha: I don't know what you're talking about.

Clint:  Nat, come on, you know you can tell me everything, right?

Natasha: Yeah, I do. 

Clint: Do you want to talk about it?

Natasha looked around the room, thinking for something to say and she finally decided to tell the truth.

Natasha: Umm I... I am one of the... the... girls.

Clint: The girls? Do you mean the girls that got the super soldier serum?

Natasha: Yeah. I just... couldn't say it... I guess.

Clint: Ohhh Nat. Come here.

He hugged her and she almost immediately hugged him back.

Clint: Do you want me to talk to Fury about it?

Natasha: No, I'll talk to him myself.

After that they talked a bit more, until it started to get late.

Clint: Ok. Goodnight, and try to get some sleep.

Natasha: Ok, goodnight.

Clint exited her room. He was a little confused but decided that she will tell him when she is comfortable to.

~later~

Natasha was walking down a dark hallway. She stopped in front of a massive door, with shaky hands she opened the door and her eyes began filling with tears. On the floor all of the Avengers lied on the ground. Dead. 

Madame B: See what you did.

Natasha: What?

Madame B: You did this.

Natasha shook her head and fell to the ground, just the she realized she was holding a gun. The gun she made her first kill and  now the one she had killed her family with. Even more tears began falling from her eyes and she covered them with her hands, which now had blood on them.

Madame b: No. Don't cover them. Open them and see what you did. That is why no one could ever love you, you will eventually kill them. I SAID OPEN THEM.

Natasha: no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOO-

Natasha: OOOOOOOOOOOO.

Natasha got up and went into the bathroom. She splashed her face with cold water and looked at herself in the mirror.

Natasha: it was all a dream, a dream nothing more, just a dream...

She was repeating to herself. After a minute or two she exited the bathroom and got dressed in shorts, sports bra and hoodie, which she stole from Steve's closet. Natasha looked at the clock on her bedside table and saw it was only 4:56 am, so she went to the training room.

~at training room~ 

Natasha went to the punching bag and started punching it. She was so focused on doing so that she didn't noticed the other person in the room, until he grabbed her elbows. She quickly turned around ready to take down whoever it was, only to realize it was Steve.

Natasha: What are you doing here?

Steve: Same as you. Getting my mind of a nightmare.

Natasha: Ok but why did you stopped me?

Steve: Because you were too focused in beating the shit out of that punching bag that you didn't noticed you didn't wrapped your hands and now they are bleeding.

Natasha: Language.

Steve rolled his eyes at her remark and led her to the benches in the room to fix her hands. He got out the first aid kit and got out the supplies he would need.

Natasha: I can do it myself.

Steve: I know but I'm not letting you.

Natasha: Seriously?

Steve: Yep. And besides you owe it to me for stealing my hoodie.

Natasha: How do you know it's yours?

Steve: Let me think... hmmm probably because I had the exact same one in my closed, and then it suddenly disappeared.

Natasha: Ok yeah it's yours, but hey I might give it back someday.

Steve: It's okay. All done. Wanna spar?

Natasha: Yeah.

They both went to the sparring mat and began.

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Okay I know it soo bad, but still I haven't posted in a month  I just wasn't feeling so good and was overwhelmed by school. Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes.

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