Angel Of Death - (Fem Reader X Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson)

Chapter 2 - Red Room

Yelena was separated from Nat and I, we were taken with a bunch of other girls, educated...trained in Ballet and Combat.

Only a few survived, Nat was top of her class and I was top of mine.

Even before my graduation, I went on missions. I was not a Black Widow but The Angel of Death. I had almost a dozen assassinations to my name and I was only 12. Dreykov had taken me under his wing, he said I was his 'special girl.' He said I would grow up to be better than the rest of them...even Nat.

Dreykov took me to his office a lot, he made me have lunch with him...then he did awful things to me. I suffered years of this abuse.

After a long day of training Ballet, our instructor had Nat and I fight. I didn't want to fight my sister...but we would be punished if we refused. Dreykov would punish me.

Nat is six years older than me...I was pretty nervous because she's had more training. We circle each other...she stares at me coldly as I step forward. I duck her first punch, sliding forward and tripping her. I slam her to the ground, Nat wraps her legs around my waist and spins me onto my back. I kick her stomach, throwing her off of me as I flip up.

I lunge forward and punch her, wrapping my legs around her neck and swinging back. I drop her to the ground and start to suffocate her, after awhile she taps out.

"Very very good!" Dreykov claps. "My special girl. Come." He waves at me.

I stare at Nat for a moment, she looks at me sadly and steps forward to stop him. "Don't...you'll make it worse for me." I whisper, turning and waking closer to him. He puts his hand on the back of my neck and squeezes it hard as he leads me down the hall.

Once he was done with me, I was released back to dinner. I sit beside Nat, she pulls my face over and looks at my neck and shoulders. I hiss in pain as she holds up my wrists, they had hand mark bruises on them. "Don't." I pull back my hands and start to eat. "We are here to train and fight. This is my purpose." I nod.

Nat stays silent, she starts to eat while she watches me. "My test and graduation ceremony is tomorrow." She suddenly says. Nat then leans in, "I'm going to try to fail."

"That's unwise." I whisper.

"I can try to get you out of here."

"This place is our purpose." I say, terrified someone might be listening.

"I'm still going to try...I'll always try to find you." She squeezes my hand and walks off.

The next day I watched as she tried to fail, the instructor knew and called her out. Natasha passed...now it was time for her Graduation Ceremony. I had heard rumors...but never truly knew what happens.

I watch as they wheel her on a stretcher, she looks at me in terror. "This isn't right." I mutter. I get up from my spot and follow them, "Natasha!" I yell down the hall as I start to sprint. I slide down as a guard tries to catch me. I kick one back and punch the Doctor wheeling her away. "Natasha!" I grab her.

"Y/N..." They has already given her something to sedate her.

"Sissy...stay awake." I try to hold her up.

"Don't let them do this to you....don't stay." She mumbles.
"Y/N...this is not our home. Remember Ohio...remember them....Yelena." She closes her eyes. "I will to find you. I will reunite with you, sissy. I will save you. I promise."

"Sissy?" I shake her. "Natasha!" I scream as a guard shocks me to my knees. I don't resist as they grab me and force me back to my room.

I wasn't sure if I'd ever see her again.