All of a sudden I could see people, women; girls, everywhere. But they weren't completely there. It was like they were some kind of faded memories.
I knew the place, I knew it all too well.
I ran over to the east wing and found myself walking past each dorm room until I reached mine. My roommate was inside.
I hear heels clicking vastly through the hall. At first I thought someone had found me but I turned around to see another faded memory walking towards me. I didn't bother moving because she walked right through my. It was my headmistress, Madam Brockovich. She barged in through one door and began to yell at Kristina.
"You ungrateful little girl. Tell me where Natalia is!" The Madam screamed at Kristina.
"I don't know where she is." She cried.
"I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make myself clear." She drew out a gun. "Where is Ms. Romanov?"
"Sh- She's in the bathroom. She said she wasn't feeling well, that something felt wrong."
"Did she now? Well I think we can fix that." She still had the gun aimed at her. She turned to leave but said one last thing. "Oh and Kristina. I am very disappointed in you. You showed weakness. You can not survive with weakness." She aimed the gun, and pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through her head. Kristina was dead.
I screamed but no one was listening. No one could hear me.
I felt week in the knees. I turned to look if anyone had heard. But no one came to her aid.
The woman turned on her heels and left the room. I went over to Kristina, whom laid dead and cold in the floor. Soon her faded figure disappeared. I ran out of the room to find the Madam headed towards the bathroom. I knew exactly what was about to happen. When I got there, Madam was trying get into the stall.
"Natalia! Let me in!"
"No! You'll only hurt me!" I cried.
"No, I want to help you with your problem." She tried sounding calm.
"No you don't! You'll do to me, what you did to Sasha! You're evil!" I spat harshly.
"Why don't you take a look in the mirror! You and I are one in the same! How could you be so ungrateful to someone who took you in when no one else wanted you? I saw something in you that no one else saw. You have something else that none of these other girls have. Willpower.
I'm trying to help you. If you don't want this to happen again than I can take it away. Trust me."
There was a long pause before the door to the stall opened up. It was me. I knew it was me, but it was young me.
She slowly stepped out of the stall and stood in front of the wretched old woman.
"Now, Natalia, first thing you need to know and should have already known is that you never trust anyone." The woman grabbed her hand and started dragging her.
By now I was trying to resist her pull. Realizing my mistake. "NO! Let go of me!" She let out a blood curdling scream. I wanted to help her but knew I couldn't. It wasn't real.
"How could you do this? You, you evil, cold hearted, murderous... bitch!" She threw out a load of insults but the woman wasn't phased. She continued to drag me out of the bathroom. I knew where she was taking me.
Why was God making me witness my own tragedy? Why would he let me go through this twice?
Suddenly, I was no longer in the bathroom, I was in the sterilization room. I stood in the corner with my eyes shut and my hands over my ears. But that didn't it block out. I knew they were there and I knew I was screaming.
"Doctor. Have you prepped for the procedure?" They all stood around looking at me.
They could see me. How? "What?"
"Are you prepped for her sterilization?"
"No please! You don't wanna do this. Please don't." My younger self cried to me. It broke my heart. This was happening and couldn't do anything. Even worse, I was supposedly the one who was supposed to ruin her life. Taking something away from her that effects her for the rest of her life.
I remember what the doctor told me once he injected me with a drug that would soon sedate me.
*Flash back in a dream*
"I don't understand. Wh-what's going to happen to me?"
"This procedure is called a sterilization. It will prevent you from having children. And even if you were able to get impregnated, your body would not be able to carry it. You would lose it." The aging doctor showed no emotion.
With sight getting blurry and brain function getting hazy I asked one last question. "But what if I want children?" A single rogue tear fell from the corner of my eye. "Doctor please."
He stared at me blankly and still emotionless. "I'm sorry, those are not Madam Brockovich's orders."
"But I--- I um- I-" I was out at that moment and everything went black.
*end of Flash back and dream*
I woke up from my dream not screaming but I was crying. I also had serious pain in the lower part of my stomach.
I threw the covers to the side. That's when the bloodcurdling screams began.
Soon enough Jarvis responded "Mam shall I call in Ms. Potts?"
I didn't reply. I only laid down and cried into my pillow.
Peppers POV
I woke up to the lights on and Jarvis voice. "Ms. Potts."
"Jarvis, why did you wake me up? It's" I look at my clock. "Four in the morning."
"I'm sorry Ms. Potts but there is something terribly wrong with Ms. Romanoff."
I was now wide awake "Natasha?" I jumped out of bed.
I rushed down to her floor. When I made it to her door, I heard her screams. I used my keycard to get in. I stepped into her rooms and saw the tragedy. I felt weak. I felt sympathy. I didn't even know what I felt.
She had miscarried.
I went over and sat next to her, trying to avoid the blood stain. I tried comforting her.
I called for Jarvis. "Jarvis, tell Tony to come here. Tell him it's an emergency."
"Right away Ms. Potts."
I turned my attention back on Natasha.
"Sweetie, calm down. It's okay."
"No it's not! I killed my babies!" She cried.
My heart ached for her. There was no possible way I could know what she's going through. "No you didn't. This is not your fault."
"Yes it is! It's because of the sterilization. I can never have children because of it." She sobbed into my shoulder.
"Natasha that wasn't your fault. Now come on we have to get you to a hospital." I tugged on her body a little.
But she resisted and pushed me away.
"No! I need Steve here."
"Natasha we need to get you to a hospital!"
Right about then Tony walked in. "Hey what's- oh." He stared and as if someone had just been murdered.
"Tony, go call Shield, see when Steve is going to get here and if it's possible, if you can speak to him."
He put his hand on his neck. "I would but I think they would just hang up on me."
"Why?"
"Because, last time I prank called them and they found out it was me."
"Ugh. Fine I'll call them." I get up from the bed. "Stay with her. See if you can convince her to go to the hospital. She says she won't go without Steve." I whispered in his ear.
"You're going to leave me alone with her?"
"Just try. Please. And be nice." With that said I left.
Tony's POV
Pepper had just left me here standing in front of Nat. Not knowing what to do or what to say.
Nat's crying had subsided and now she just sat there staring into oblivion. She probably wished a big hole would come and swallow her. I know that's how I was feeling.
How was I supposed to talk to someone after they just, well you know? I wasn't the best at emotions. Unless you count sarcasm as one. Pepper said I had to try. So that's what I was going to do.
I stepped forward and gently laid my hand on her shoulder.
"Um Natasha? Pepper says we have to go to the hospital."
"No."
"Oh come on Red. You know it's what has to be done." I sat down next to her.
"No not until Steve knows. I'm tired of him always being the last to know." Another tear cascaded down her left cheek. After that, many more fell.
What happened next, I'll never forget. She collapsed into me and hugged me.
I started internally freaking out because the closest I ever got to a hug with Natasha was when she put me in a choke hold. But to be honest, it felt really nice. I knew right then and there, our frenemy bond was broken. I started feeling compassion for her and I wanted to help her. A new bond was forming right then, right there. I wasn't sure what it was yet but I would soon find out.
I needed to think. What would Steve do? No what would Clint do?
I was going to pick her up and carry her to the car but there was so much blood on her that I didn't want to touch her. To be honest, it was grossing me out.
Then it came to me. Neither Clint or Steve would care. The only thing they would care about was making sure she was safe and taken care of. And she needed to get to the hospital. So I was going to make sure she got there.
I took a deep breath and wrapped my arm around her waist and the other around her legs. I picked her up and walked out the door. As I walked down the hall Pepper was just coming up.
She looked at me with a look of shock. But I also saw something else in her eyes that I rarely see. Pride. It was as if in that moment she saw me growing up.
"I need you to get her a towel to sit on."
"Um I um. Okay." She fumbled her words as I continued down the hall.
I met Pepper down at the car and we laid Natasha in the back. I stared down at her curled up body, feeling this feeling that I've never felt before. It hurt me that she was in pain. I never felt this way for anyone. I'm Tony Stark, the boy who grew up with a silver spoon and platter in hand.
I realized at that moment what that new bond was between us. It wasn't romantic, thank God. It wasn't brotherly love, that was Clint's job.
It was almost as if it were a father daughter bond. I felt responsible for her safety at the moment and in that sense I knew exactly what I had to do.
"Tony!" Pepper's voice came from nowhere. She pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Yes?" I replied.
"Let's go. I'll sit in the back with her."
I nodded and got in the drivers seat.
"Did you get a hold of them?" I asked pulling out of the parking lot.
"Yes! And good news, they're tracking the jet and noticed they flying over U.S. borders. They should be back within a few hours. They said once he gets here they would get him on the phone.
I answered with a simple "Good."
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The rest of the car ride was silent. We made it within ten minutes.
Once we got there they tended to her immediately. They took her to the back while one nurse stayed to ask us questions.
"Are you her boyfriend?" The nurse asked plainly.
"Oh God no! I couldn't handle that." Pepper smacked the back of my head.
"Um her boyfriend should be getting in soon." Pepper replied. "When can we see her?"
"Are you related to her?"
With quick thinking Pepper said, "Um yes, I'm her sister."
And with stupid thinking I said, "And I'm her father." The nurse stared at me.
"Tony what are you doing!?"
"I'm sorry but neither of you can see her unless you're in relations with her."
Pepper gave up. "Fine." She turned around and walked off. I followed her back to the waiting room.
Once we sat down she looked at me. "What was that?"
"I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."
"It doesn't matter anymore."
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Steve's POV
We finally land back at Shield. All of my emotions by now were numb. I couldn't feel anything. I kinda just went through the motions.
I had went into a mental state where I had lost all contact with reality. Nothing was going to wake me up.
Sam and Clint brought her to security and they took her from there.
Nothing could get worse.
When we all went inside, an agent approached me. "Captain Rogers. Please come with me."
Without even thinking twice I followed him. When we entered a room, someone handed me a phone. "It's Ms. Potts."
I took the phone.
Steve: hello?
Pepper: Steve, you need to get to the hospital now!
S: What's going on?
P: It's Natasha!
S: Wait what happened to her?!
P: I its best if she told you. Now hurry!
S: I'm on my way.
I hung up the phone and raced through the halls. I passed Clint and he asked me, "What's wrong?"
"It's Natasha, she's in the hospital."
Immediately he answered back "I'm coming with you."
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