Y/N POV
I was running from that horrible place trying to get away as fast as I could. I was now in NYC far away from Russia but I was still running and didn't see where I was going due to the tears in my eyes from pain of the stitches. I bumped into someone and fell onto the ground and tried to get to my feet as fast as I could in fear of them finding me. When Suddenly the person I ran into grabed my arm and forced me to look at them.
"WHAT THE HELL!?"
"Мне жаль..." ("Im sorry...")I said as best I could choking on my tears as I spoke. Suddenly I was pulled
into a hug that felt familiar but I couldnt pin point who it was and I couldn't see them well with the tears messing up my vision."Hey shhhh.... It's okay shhh..."
I gripped onto the persons shirt and sunk into the familiar feeling and cried into there chest. We stayed there for a good minute or two, till I finally pulled away and wiped my eyes trying to make it seem like I was fine.
"Can you tell me why you are running?"
I stood there with my head down not wanting to respond for fear they would take me back or report the place and I would get beaten even more.
"Are you ok? You're very quiet..."
"я"("I") I started breaking down again at the memories...
"Take your time"
"Мне было больно, и мне ... мне некуда идти, и я не могу вернуться ... пожалуйста, не забирай меня обратно!"
("I was hurt and I- I don't have anywhere to go and I can't go back... please don't take me back!")I tried to make my responces as vague as possible.
"Sorry I never told you my name. My name is Clint. You might be woundering how I can understand you, I was tought Russian by a friend."
I reconized his name and I remembered my sister told me that he was a friend of hers and to go with him if I had no where to go.
"Ты подруга моей сестры ... Наталья, иначе известная как Наташа ..."
("You're my sisters friend... Natalia other wise known as Natasha...")"YOU'RE HER SISTER!?"
"Заткнись, идиот! Господи, ты такой громкий"
("Shut up keep it down idiot! Geez you're so loud.")I looked at him dead in the eyes and started to get closer just to poke him inbetween his eyes.
"What did you do that for?"
"Мне показалось, что теперь отведи меня к моей сестре, пожалуйста"
("Felt like it now take me to my sister please")He nodded and we started to walk somewhere. When we arrived we walked inside and I hid behind him as we entered. I saw so many people. Natasha walked in and I sprinted to her and into her arms crying, not caring about my stitches. She was shocked but hugged back and looked to Clint. She mouthed somthing to him then relaxed and cried holding me tighter.
After about 10 minutes of hugging and crying we both pulled away and looked at each other.
"я скучаю по тебе"
("I missed you")"Я тоже"
("Me too")Then someone in a metal suit spoke up and he seemed very confused.
"Umm hello who is this fine ass chick?" His tone suductive at the end of his question.
Natasha gripped onto the back of my shirt and I could tell she was angry.
"Watch your mouth Stark" Nat snapped back.
I hugged her calming her down as she ran her hand threw my hair the other hand on my back.
"Are you going to tell us who she is Natasha"
The person who spoke sounded shy but calm. Nat explained everything, that I was her sister, that, I was in the Red Room. As she spoke my tears were soaking her shirt but she didnt seem to mind.
"Эй, ты в порядке, дорогая"
("Hey are you ok dear")I nodded. She rubbed my back and continued to run her fingers threw my hair. She looked at Clint and then looked down at me then back to him and smiled as a thank you.
Clint spoke up and kept eye contact with Nat."Нэт, ты должен уложить ее в постель"
("Nat you should get her to bed")Nat nodded and picked me up and carried me to her room. I could tell it was hers by all the wepons and her suit on the walls and in cases. She layed me down on the bed, put the AC on, handed me a blanket in case I get cold then left and closed the door behind her. I got up and walked to her closet and got one of her hoodies and put it on. I then walked back to the bed and layed down the same spot she had left me in. I eventually fell asleep cuddling with one of her pillows.
A/N I will be posting Chapter 2 Thursday.
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The Third Romanoff
RandomY/N Rushman Is only 3 years younger than Natasha. She was also trained in the red room and sterilized. She went off on her own after leaving the red room and she Changed her name to Y/N/N Romanoff. G×G