AVENGERS ONESHOTS (requests are closed)

black widows baby ~ sam wilson

Request- readerXsamwilson, the reader is Natasha's sister, also Red Room Trained, and based in the Captain America: The Winter Soldier film. 

MrsRaeken-Talbot

Words- 6550

Warnings- language, gunshot wound, angst

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You sit anxiously in your new location. This is the third time this month that HYDRA found your location. You moved to an entirely different country this time. You prayed that they didn't expect you to be in France. You're relatively close to the city of Paris, the Effiel Tower is in the distance, you can see it through the curtain that you peek through every so often. 

You're very tense and nervous. You changed your appearance again, wearing colored contacts, dyed and changed the style of your hair, starting down your make-up to hide your normal appearance with contour and highlighter. You can't go back, you won't allow yourself to. You'd rather shoot yourself, point-blank on the temple than return back to the cell while you were tortured, brainwashed, beaten, trained. A chill rushes right down your spine, you crance your head to the side and stand up from the plush chair in the corner. It was dark, maybe you should go for a walk, put on a heavy coat, conceal a weapon behind you, maybe a scarf or a hat. It was chilly outside tonight in Paris. A breeze swaying the trees and bushes. 

You decide to take that walk, you needed some air. It was reckless of you, stupid actually, you should be stayed hidden for a little longer. But, something drew you to the outside. You wrapped a scarf and a jacket around you, a holster for a small handgun behind you, resting with the safety off on your lower back. You pull on a pair of shoes and begin your walk, your hands tucked into your pockets, you walk slowly to not draw attention to yourself. There went many people out in restaurants, it was around dinner time in France. You smiled when you heard the couples laughing and having exciting conversations in French. 

The clinking of wine glasses and the smiles shared between, lovers, friends, and family. A small part of you was jealous. You didn't have a lover, it was too dangerous to get romantically involved. It was dangerous to make friends. It was dangerous to go on a date and hook up. So many things you've been missing out on, dates, hook up's, relationships, boyfriends, girlfriends. Maybe you should get yourself a cat to keep you company. The thought of the Red Room came into mind, were the girls you trained with considered friends, maybe family? You thought of them as sisters. But, you haven't seen them since you were all sent out on different missions. Were they dead? Alive?

You walked past an almost empty cafe and caught a glimpse of the news. New York City. You stopped and watched the part of the news. A black SUV was flipped over the nose and onto its side after rolling a few times. It looked like it was beaten to hell before it was flipped. The footage was crappy, it looked like the footage was from an old surveillance system from one of the buildings on the side of the street, the video was cloudy, but had color. Something caught your eye, a man clad with black leather, face covered completely, hair was long and carrying one hell of a firearm. The glimpse of metal on the arm. Your breath is caught in your throat. 

Holy fuck, the soldier. Bucky. You remembered him and every moment with him. The training, the wincing, and agony when your ribs caught a fist of metal. You remember Natalia and him when she got through to who he truly was, when he was Bucky, pretending to be lost in the Winter Soldiers brainwashing. You remember taking a few almost fatal blows for her when Madame B and some other comrades of hers almost found out about the two. When they questioned you about it, how you lied for them. How you were beaten almost to death for lying about it.

You grimace and cringe. You order a small hot chocolate and walk back to your hideout, taking a complicated path back, trying to distract yourself with the hot, semi-sweet drink. Natalia. Your dear younger sister. How you hated her. She promised that she would come back for you, you waited for her, every day until you took it upon yourself to go your way. She never came, last you saw of her, she was fighting in Sokovia against robots with the Avengers. It stung and clawed at your heart. You were nearly killed when you tried to protect her and Bucky's foolish little fling. Did she not love you, as you loved her?