Red Rooms Black Canary (ON HOLD)

Chapter Eight: Deja Vu

Natasha was escorted through the compound. They laid her on an examination forcing her hands into place. Drekov came over by her head "You my darling girl are destined for great things."

"What are you doing?"

"Creating a weapon of mass destruction."

"She was well taken care of after that. Was given a real apartment stocked with food and water and everything she would need to survive. The apartment was under 24/7 arm guard and she was not allowed to leave. A doctor lived next door to attend to anything that may come up. Natasha had one job and that was to be the vessel that carried the world's most dangerous weapon. A woman.

The morning sickness came a few weeks following that. Whoever decided to name it morning sickness Natasha was prepared to murder. All hours of the day she knelt over the toilet, her body violently bringing up the little food she had consumed. She hated the thing. Made her sick, forced her to be locked in a cage. She wanted more than anything to just plummet the three stories that separated her from the rest of the world.

As the pregnancy went on the nausea went away. Natasha became angry, terribly angry, sinfully angry, at herself, at her body. For much of her life, she didn't have control but her body was something she could control, what she ate, how it looked. For the most part, she was in control but now she had no control. She looked in the mirror wincing as she pulled her shirt over her head. Her boobs hurt and were swollen; her once taut stomach was soft and squishy. She hated what they did to her. She was a killing machine reduced to a human incubator. What kind of monster would be growing inside of her, a shameless mercenary, a numb sociopath. What if it's a boy? Would she have to do this again? Oh, she loathed this-this thing.

That was until she heard it. She was never meant to. Afraid if she heard it would give it all a level of realness, of humanity. She was laying on the bed of her apartment a blindfold over her eyes as the doctor rushed and prodded around her belly. They did this nearly every other week, Natasha would lay there blindfolded for ten to fifteen minutes before they would tap her foot. She would count to ten then she could open her eyes. This particular day was different. They messed up, they didn't hook the ultrasound machine to the headphones and the heartbeat filled her ears. An undeniable driving bass drum noise. They tapped her foot but all she could think about was that heartbeat. She wasn't expecting what followed love maybe? She doesn't know. All she knew is that when she thought of the baby inside her it was no longer an it, no longer a thing, no longer a monster or a parasite it was a part of her.

She thought it would be a slow transition. A slow development but one morning she rolled out of the bed and walked to the bathroom. When she looked in the mirror she was amazed by what she saw. She turned to the side ever so slowly. Afraid if she moved quickly it would disappear. She brought her hand down. For the first time, she let her hand grace the skin between her belly button and her navel. The skin that was once flat now had a defiant roundness to it. " О, мой маленький огонек. Oh, my little light. What are we going to do?" As the day went by her belly got rounder and rounder. She was lying in the bed when they came to do her regular appointment. She laid there in the darkness and in silence as she felt her shirt be raised and the cold gel was rubbed all over her bump. She 'sneezed' giving her what she needed to raise her hand to her face to gently move her mask ever so gently. She looked to the side getting a clear view of the grainy image on the screen. Her eyes picked up on the blob instantaneously.