Toxic - A Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Story

Chapter 8

Y/N's POV:

I'm starting to lose my edge.

I'm stressed out to fuck that one of those Avengers are just gonna jump me from absolutely nowhere with no warning at all. I need this plan to go through. If not? I'm dead. The main thing is, I can't stop thinking about Natasha Romanoff. I hate it.

Her hair, her eyes, her attitude, her body. I just wanna ugh-I don't even know anymore.

It's been a few weeks since I'd last seen her but I've been keeping tabs on her, I even sent her sweet little Wanda a letter. She was like me, in fact, she is like me. All we are is some of Hydra's weapons and the sooner she realises that, the sooner she'll better herself and get away from them losers.

I've seen what the kid can do, I've seen what she is. She's a fucking machine and I love it. In some ways we're similar, her powers similar to mine but more chaotic. She's out of control, if I can just set her off, she'll destroy the avengers from the inside out.

I check my laptop for updates and I smirk to myself seeing that the formula for the serum is getting better each and every time, less casualties from the actual serum, but of course the casualties are there from ones who decide to turn their backs on us. Traitors.

I snap my head round to look at the entrance of my hideout when I hear a rattle and I let out a breath when I realise I'm fine, I must just be paranoid. I rub my face going back to my laptop and I call Mason.

"Hey Mason, you got anything for me?"

"Yeah mate, I think the boss wants to see you, he wants to speak to you about that run in with Romanoff."

I chew my lip.

"He does? Why? That was weeks ago."

"Just don't ask questions, thought you knew better than that."

I roll my eyes at him.

"Yeah yeah, whatever."

"Just get going, you know where to go."

I hang up on him and I throw my phone onto the sofa. God fucking dammit, I'm sick of this shit. I stand up and walk over to my wardrobe shoving some clothes in my duffle bag. This prick is really gonna make me go from New York to London? What a joke.

After I finish packing I take one last look around to make sure I have everything and I sigh rubbing my face, I'm exhausted but off I go I guess.

I walk out locking my door and I walk towards my car throwing my bag in the back.

"Going somewhere?"

I snap my head round to be face to face with Romanoff. Great, just what I wanted.

"Wow Romanoff, stalk much?"

"Well, you're not exactly making it hard and I'm not gonna lie, you've really pissed me off."

"That's a shame, but if it's alright with you hot stuff, I've got places go be."

"You realise that she's just a kid right? She's 16, well nearly 17, but that's not the point. The point is, she doesn't deserve to be bullied by someone as sick as you. It's not her fault you're a sadistic outcast with nobody to love them, you don't deserve love or anyone to care for you, but Wanda does."

I roll my eyes and slam my car door shut. She is really taking the piss now.

"Romanoff, are you fucking stupid? Kid or not, she's a fucking killing machine, it's amazing! She's worth a lot more than you stupid Avengers give her credit for. She could take all of you out without even a second tho-"