natasha romanoff imagines

psychopath

A/N: i had no idea what to write but now here it comes, i very umm questionable chapter.

TW: mention of abusive parents, fighting, depression, anxiety and shooting.

So we have different types of psychopaths and serial killers but sometimes we also have both in the same person. It's me Y/N Y/L/N. I have committed around 3 mass murders, 15 normal murders and I've done many spree killings when I'm bored but mostly now I just kill people for fun. Like any serial killer I had a very bad childhood, dealt with the death of both parents, aunts and uncles and all my siblings. I shot my aunts and uncles but my parents and siblings all died in a terrible plane crash. I may or may not have been in contact with someone on that plane to make that happen but, here I am now 25 years old and have killed more people than a very skilled spy. I normally call myself an assassin by how my fighting skills are but some people may call that an under exaggeration. I am in contact with some of my spree killing friends. They go by: sage lewis;29, ryan hase;24 and maya ren;24. That's my gang. Now I have a shield after me because one of my spree killings was in a base under their control. It was totally out of boredom but whatever.

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The truth is no one understands me. People knew I killed my parents but I only did it for what they did to me, karma. They beat me from the age of three, I never knew better. All I knew was fighting, killing, murdering. I was young when i commited my first killing, I was young when I was going to jump off a tall building, bridge,train, run into the road or my favorite run into a very highly secure base and get shot. All those have been done. I only kill for pleasure, or should I say killed. I was bullied all my years in every school I went to so as the very intelligent person I am, I dropped out. I lived my own life. No one incontrol, and no one hit me. I have gone through depression and I have anxiety, insomnia and PTSD. you know the drill, i could have gone to therapy but they were ripping me up from the inside so now i go as a free citizen.

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I was at a super normal bar underground called devils knife. It was packed with drunks, hippies and dealers. By dealers i mean people who smoke and stuff like that you know.

Obviously still on the run, I blend in with the crowd and light a cigarette. I make my way to the bar and order a pint of white rum, vodka and a shot. I down them all and go. I leave the bar,what a bad decision, around fifty shield agents and surrounding me. They knew this was a bad idea but yet again here they come to try and kill me. But I simply pull two guns out of my pocket and shoot them one by one whilst doing some stunt moves. One by one they are dead. Ugh why did they even try.

It was around a week later and now for some reason I am locked up in a very secure cell. Where the hell am i? It's all clear, jeez some privacy please. I hear footsteps coming towards the door. The old and must I say very runsy door creaks open, there stands a small redhead that thinks she looks intimidating but just looks like a chipmunk anyway.she starts to speak.

"Hi, I'm Natasha and you must be the infamous Y/N Y/L/N." natasha states

I don't say a word.

"Ok not speaking i see, i'll just wait then".

We sat there staring at each other for around twenty minutes straight, then I broke the gaze and looked down at my hands. They were shaking violently. I knew I was having a panic attack. I looked up once again and she had a nervous look on her face. I quickly take a deep breath and I'm in my own world. After five minutes I snap out of my trance, focusing my vision on natasha. She looked at me with sympathy but h=then went back serius. Yeah that's right i can read expressions too you know. Wow she was beautiful tho.

"Hey are you ok, you seem shaken". She said in a very calm voice.

"Yeah, fine". My voice cracked a little when i said 'fine'.

She walked out silently and told the other about something. I really don't know what but as soon as she was gone I fell unconscious.

I had woken back up, in a bed? Why am i here? Someone came in with a glass of water, it was Natasha jeez how many times is she gonna be in my life. I gave a slight smile when she came in, she must have found this encounter extremely awkward.so to make her feel comfortable i patted down beside me on the bed i was on. She asked if I had felt better than before. I gave a stern look and shook my head. I laid back down on the bed and fell back to sleep. I had woken up once again to find the redhead in the corner of the room where I was reading a book, I looked closer to find it was my favorite book. They both die at the end. I loved that book but then she looked up from it and I blushed. I never knew really how green her eyes were until now.

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A/N : i really can't be bothered to explain the rest

So i had been in the avengers compound for a month now, yes i finally found out where i was. I had developed a slightly different feeling for once. Was it love, friendship or care? I don't really know. It was hard to define, but my heart was to this girl. She was amazing, her piercing green eyes, ugh her amazing smile. I don't think she is gay. God I don't know, is she? So one night I left. Left for good, I disappeared from the world and my friends. And made my way back into old habits.

Natasha looked for me, but I was scared. Scared she wouldn't accept the feeling I had. But I was wrong, she found me and hugged me tight. I couldn't be more, happy? She pulled again and kissed me passionately. I kissed back of course, it was like a firework had been set off. I was FINALLY happy, I was with the person I dreamed about and I was normal. Normal? A word I could never think of.

A/N: the end was bad but i really didn't want to make it very long.