Professor Romanoff

Chapter 20

Nat POV

I was so glad that Y/N felt comfortable to share her past with me. I've had similar experiences with my time in the red room and working with the avengers, but I left that life for good. I'm not really sure how to tell her about my past, because people usually run once I open up to them. She didn't run away from me though when I showed her my back scars so I think I can trust her.

I wanted tonight to be all about her though, so we just cuddled up together on the couch, with her in my arms. I loved that I could hold her small figure in my arms; it made me feel like this great protector. After a little while of me playing with her hair, she fell asleep, so I decided to turn off the TV and bring her up to bed with me. I changed her into one of my oversized tee's then I got changed and settled into bed next to her. I kissed her forehead, then slowly dozed off, thinking about how I was going to tell her about the red room.

Y/N POV

I woke up to Nat placing kisses all over my face, which kind of tickled. " Mmm.. that's a nice way to wake up," I said planting a kiss on her plump lips.  " Well good because I made us breakfast," Nat said excitedly. I got out of bed and followed her downstairs, where we ate in a comfortable silence, with the occasional talking.

After we finished up eating, I helped clean the dishes despite Nat nagging at me to go and relax, but I wanted to help out especially since she was so caring to me last night. I wanted to go and pick up a bouquet of flowers for her. " Hey babe, I'm going to run to the store real quick to pick up a few things!"

TW

" Okay baby, be careful," she said as she kissed me goodbye. I wasn't really sure what her favorite flower would be, but I saw a cute little flower shop not to far from her house with tulips that I think she might like. I made it to right outside the shop and bought a bouquet of yellow and orange tulips and when I turned around, I saw an all to familiar face, Patrick, my dad. I had no idea where he went after he was kicked out, but I never expected to see him again. Trying to not cause any trouble, I started to walk away, unfortunately, he saw me and followed me out. He made his way towards me and I backed into the alleyway, I know, not a smart idea. " Well well well, if it isn't my little button," Patrick said in a condescending tone. " You don't get to call me that you piece of shit!" I spat at him. " I just wanted to have a nice little talk, but I guess another scar is all you want!" 

I tried to get away, but he pulled me by the collar of my shirt and slammed me into the brick wall. I don't know what it is about him, but I quickly succumbed back to my childhood self while he punched my face a few times as well as kicked my stomach. The actual beating didn't last long, but he finished me off by grabbing a glass bottle, smashing it on the side of my head, causing my eyebrow to be scraped. " Bye you worthless slut! Go rot in hell with your lonesome self!" he said to me, then walked away. I managed to hold my emotions together the entire time until I finally break, just crying my eyes out. I never thought I'd be in this situation again since I escaped him so many years ago. There was only one person I wanted right now, no needed, Nat. I pushed on her contact and pressed call. It didn't ring very long till she answered in a cheerful voice, " Hi bubba! Are you headed back yet?" Hearing her angelic voice was enough to make me break down down again. " Bubs what's wrong?" she questioned worried. " C-can you j-just c-come p-pick me u-up," I managed to say in between sobs. " Of course! Send me your location." And with that she hung up and I sent her my location, while I just laid against the wall with my head on my knees and arms locked around my body.

I heard footsteps coming towards me and I looked up to see a very concerned Nat walking towards me. " Oh my god what happened baby!" she said cupping my face. I explained all what happened to her while crying in to her shoulder and she just rubbed my back, listening intently. Once I finished, I pulled back and sheepishly handed her the tulips I bought for her. She took them, chuckling lightly, " God, even when you get beat up, you still manage to think about me," she said while kissing my forehead. " Let's go home."

When we got home, Nat put the flowers in a vase while I went to sit on the couch. " Baby, I'm going to get this cream to put on your cut and bruises, so take off your shirt and bra." I did as she said and pulled a blanket around me while I waited because it was cold. She came back with this cream colored ointment and crouched in front of me. I took off the blanket and she slightly gasped at the already forming purple and yellow bruises. She looked up at me with sorrow filled eyes, " I'm so sorry this happened to you. I should've been there and I could've stopped it!" I stroked her cheek with my thumb, " I love you Tasha, but I don't think you could have stopped this." She didn't say anything and looked down slightly, " Actually I could have." This confused me, but I stayed silent, waiting for her to continue. " When I was younger, I was taken to a place called the Red Room. I was trained there to be an assassin. Essentially I was brainwashed to do whatever they told me and I quickly became their best widow. I "graduated" where t-they took my o-ovaries," she said getting choked up a little, so I kissed her and rubbed her arm comfortingly before she continued. "Eventually, I was able to escape and I got on S.H.I.E.L.D.S radar, and they wanted to kill me, but Clint Barton saved my life and I joined them and eventually the Avengers until I retired and well, became your Russian professor." It absolutely broke my heart to hear her say those things and know how hurt she was. That explains all the scars she has on her back as well. " Thank you for telling me Tasha," I said and got down on the floor with her to engulf her in a hug.

She applied the ointment, which burned a bit, but then it soothed my body. I put my oversized shirt back on and cuddled up next to Nat. It was a nice relaxing rest of the day until she broke the silence. " I'm going to train you in combat. I know you already lift, but I want you to be able to protect yourself if that bastard ever comes back," she said getting slightly irritated at the thought of him hurting me again. Of course I agreed, so she told me to meet her in her office after school tomorrow to apply the cream and to head to the gym.

A/N

Sorry it took me a bit longer to come up with something, but I figured I would add a little drama to make the story more interesting.

Also if anyone watched the first two episodes of the Hawkeye series, I literally cried twice within the first 20 minutes of the first episode and a girl is not ready to relieve trauma.