Back in normal time now, not a flashback anymore
Also, I noticed that you guys really seemed to like the last chapter. I actually got the idea for the last chapter from a song I like. Here's the link to the song in case you want to hear it. I was listening to that song on repeat when I wrote the last chapter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kmFM4S21Cjw&list=PLDJdqHCQ8BC2EhYrCioDkvEl_ysb_kJ6S&t=0s&index=111
Natasha's pov:
My whole body is tense. Every joint locked in place. I'm sitting on my bed. I can't move. Why? I'm panicking. Even breathing seems hard now. I'm super uncomfortable. I feel like someone's watching me, even though I know there's nobody else here. I feel like I'm not alone. I feel like I'm in danger, for no literal reason. I just feel like metal. So stiff. So inhuman. So cold. It's cold in here. I manage to cross my legs, and fold my arms. I grab the cuffs from my nightstand with a shaky hand and cuff myself to the bed. I feel myself freezing up again. I feel like I can't move. I feel defenseless. I'm so uncomfortable. Why am I panicking like this? Why? What's wrong with me? I crack my knuckles nervously. My hands are ice cold and sweaty. I'm in a cold sweat. For no reason. Fight or flight mode is activated. Images of little girls firing guns flashes through my eyes. I can't stay still, yet I can't move. I keep fidgeting and twitching, yet my whole body is tensed up. Like a malfunctioning machine. Well, that's actually what I am, no? I see blood and bodies of innocent bystanders flash before my eyes. I rock myself back and forth gently, trying to calm myself. It's not working. I rub my boots together uncomfortably. I stare ahead blankly, letting the dark and horrific memories flood my brain. I feel like crying, but I can't. I can't cry. I guess that's just a robot thing. I feel so fragile. So empty. So vulnerable. I hear frantic knocking on the door.
My head snaps to the person tumbling out of the vents, and I feel the panic overwhelm me. I scramble away best I can, but my hands are still cuffed.
"Natasha, it's just me! It's just- Stop!" He tries to ease me.
"Stop, stop, stop-" I huff, and frantically twitch.
My movement is uncontrollable now. I stare at the wall blankly again.
"Clint, open the door!" I hear a deep muffled voice from outside the door, but I block it out.
I claw at the bed sheets and my skin. Breathing is irregular and heavy. Sudden short breaths and deep ones.
"I got it Clint, give us a little space. Keep the others back."
Unpredictable movements and twitching.
I hear the door shut.
I tug furiously at the cuffs, but don't break my stare at the wall.
"Natalia."
When he gets closer, I snap my head to him with wide eyes.
"sssSt-stop- stop-" I frantically try to back up more, but I'm limited by the cuffs.
"Natalia, stop."
"n-n-no no no n-no-" I panic.
"Shh, baby doll, it's me." He's a huge dark figure.
He approaches me slowly and cautiously. He towers over me, even while bending over slightly. Broad shoulders and a muscular figure in all black and gray. Definitely a threat. Long hair covering part of his face, totally not shady at all.
"N-no, no- S-stop, get away-" I breathe in a panic.
"Stop. It's me. It's Bucky. I'm not gonna hurt you. Stop."
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Winter's Widow
RomanceAn AU where Civil War never happens, and people are friendly with each other. This is just Winterwidow fluff and smuff. Lot's of angst, but mostly fluff. Red room references. (I do not own Avengers or these characters! Not even the cover art.) Pleas...