Toxic - A Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader Story

Chapter 16

Writer's note: This is a trigger warning for sexual assault and homophobic slurs.

Natasha's POV:

I feel my emotions go from 0 to 100 and I can't seem to stop myself. I lunge myself at the guy in the shadows trying to attack him over and over no matter how many times he can just push me away without even flinching. He gets a few harsh hits in and I can feel the cuts on my face and the bruising starting to form on my face. I can feel the tears streaming down my face but I can't stop them.

"Where the hell is my daughter you bastard?!"

He laughs grabbing my hands slamming me against the wall with ease. My face pressed harshly against the brick, my back to his chest and I whimper.

"Ah, a mother's love. It really is something else. The fight you're putting up? Drives me crazy."

I hear him sniff my hair and I struggle against his grip. Sick son of a bitch.

"I see now why Y/N had such difficulty with you. You are a pretty little thing, aren't you? No wonder that fucking dyke had problems."

I wince when he twists my arm more and he presses himself against me putting his lips against my neck and I begin to cry more.

"Let me go, please."

"No, no little bird, you're coming with me."

I scream out in pain when he twists my arm quickly to break it so I'm less likely to fight back. I fall to my knees from the shock but it doesn't last long as the next thing is he's dragging me with my hair to a van throwing me in the front with him. I've learnt to just not argue. If this is what he is like already? I'm scared of what's to come.

I chew my lip trying to take in my surroundings as we go. Left, straight, second right, straight ahead, third left. This guy must be really stupid to let me see where we're going. I feel my body tense when his hand grips high up on my thigh. I feel my leg bouncing and I can't stop it.

"You nervous little bird?"

I snap slightly without meaning to.

"Stop calling me that, I'm not your little bird."

I immediately regret my tone because I'm brought back to my senses with a hard slap to the face knocking my head against the car window.

"You are what I say you are. You hear me?"

I nod slightly staying quiet and his hand goes back to my thigh.

"Good, now I want you to answer some questions. We've been looking for you, where have you been hiding?"

I glance at him and I gently chew my lip looking back at my hands.

"In the warehouse, round the corner from where you found me."

He nods but then suddenly digs his nails into my thigh and I gasp throwing my head back wincing. I hear him chuckle.

"As much as I like the sound of your gasp and the throwing of your head back? I think you're lying to me, little bird. We searched every warehouse on that black and you were nowhere to be found. I had patrols, I'd have seen you move and found you. Just like I found you tonight, pretty girl."

I whimper trying to pull at his hand.

"I-I'm not, I swear. I-I was in the vents, t-two days. Just please let go."

"No wonder you smelt like shit and your clothes are filthy."

He releases his nails making me relax and I sniffle wiping my eyes.