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🕷NATASHA ROMANOFF- Dreams

Hey guys! 👋🏼
How are you? I hope everything is going ok.
Anyway this is a soulmate AU with Natasha Romanoff, I read the idea somewhere and fell in love with it so I decided to write it. Another thing it takes place during Winter Soldier, just please don't come and tell me “In the movie doesn’t happen it” or whatever I just needed a setting for the story.
Love you all and please be safe
Dasy 🥰

(Y/F/S)= your favourite show

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I wake up drenched in sweat. Another one of those strange dreams.
It's been a while since I started having weird dreams, and I don't know why. Some of my friends keep repeating to me that I'm dreaming of my soulmate's past, but I don't believe them. I mean this kind of tie is rare and really special while I'm just a simple, boring girl. There's no way I can have this special gift.
Since Monday is my day off I have zero things to do so I decide to go make some breakfast while I keep thinking about the red haired young girl that is the protagonist of my dream.
A shiver ran down my spine thinking about them. Thousands of girls trained both as dancers and as killers then an ugly scary man approached the redhead with a dangling walk and whispered to her ears "The Red Room is your home now."
Not wanting to remember them anymore I place my almost burnt French toast on the plate and go sit on the sofa turning on the TV.

NATASHA P.O.V.

I can't believe it. I ran away from the Red Room and joined SHIELD cause I wanted to do good and now I found out I've been working, lying and killing for HYDRA this whole time. 
I feel stupid how could I believe that I could do something right in life, I'm an expert killer and a former spy sfter all.
That's all I can think about while I pretend to be a member of the World Security Council and to listen to director Pierce's speech.
Obviously nothing has to go as planned. In fact Pierce point his gun at one of the council members after something he say does not please him, thus forcing me to intervene.
I kill the guards pretty easily and then I disarm the director with a swift motion taking off my mask and revealing my true identity. The surprised expression on his face gives me satisfaction, giving me the courage to tease him "I'm sorry." I point the gun I stole to him before towards him "Did I step on your moment?" a smirk makes its way on my face while I plan my next move.
Plan it's a big word, the only thing I can do now is tell the whole world the truth, let them  know how many lies have been told to them. 
I walk to the computer and start updating all the SHIELD/HYDRA's secrets on the internet when Pierce starts talking again "Are you ready for the world to see you as you really are?" I freeze for a second before I retort "Are you?" 
My voice comes out confident, but deep down I'm not. The world is going to find out that I'm  a former Russian spy and that I killed lots of people and they'll hate me for this.
I start thinking about my past in Russia, at the training in the Red Room, but all I can see is the little girl that I've dreamt lately blaming herself for her father's death in the war.

(Y/N) P.O.V.

I'm watching (Y/F/S), my toast long gone, when they stop the shoe for important news. 
I huff in annoyance. Darn I was enjoying my episode why do they have to ruin everything with some stupid Darn news that no one cared about.
As I'm rumbling and insulting the one that ruined my morning, a written on the screen catches my attention "Natasha Romanoff, also known as Black Widow before becoming an Avenger, was a Russian spy and former assassin trained in the Red Room." 
That name, Red Room, keeps repeating in my head until I finally link it to my dreams, and all start to make sense, kinda. Natasha Romanoff has red hair, the girl in my dreams does too; she is a killer like the girl of the dream and most important they both have been raised in the Red Room.
Now I’m not saying that I’m dreaming Miss Romanoff's past or that she is my soulmate, even if there is a brief possibility, but maybe she can help me understand what’s going on in those dreams and who’s the mysterious girl.  

TIME SKIP TO THE DAY AFTER (cause I can, I know you were missing it)

After some research I found out that today Natasha will be at the Congress for what happened yesterday at the SHIELD facility or whatever it’s called. 
That’s why I’ve been standing outside the palace where the congress meets, for hours surrounded by thousands of journalists. I’m not even sure about what to tell her. I mean, I can’t just walk up to her and say “Hi, probably I've been dreaming of your awful childhood for the past months.”
I try to find the right way to approach her, but don’t have time to do it when a buzz rises around me and the spy leaves the building with a pissed off air and a bad ass expression. 
All the people start calling her name, asking her questions and lots of other things, but her eyes are fixed in my direction. I look around trying to understand who or what is she staring at when she starts to approach me.
The journalists are throwing themselves at her with their microphones and cams spitting question after question, but all she does is whisper to my ear “At the Starbucks down the street in 10.”
I’m shocked but anyway I decided to follow her instructions and start walking to the shop. 
ANd here we go, in some way she’s already sitting at one of the tables sipping a cup of coffee. “Miss Romanoff?” I ask shyly. She turns around looking at me before inviting me to sit down with her. 
“Now, I know you probably think I’m crazy, but I’ve seen you in my dreams.” Natasha says in a breath before taking another sip of her drink. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. 
“Actually, Miss Romanoff…” I start, but she cuts me off “It’s Natasha for you” she corrects me “Ok… Natasha. Actually I think I’ve been dreaming about your past. I don’t know why, but I’ve been doing that.” I say shyly playing with my fingers.
“soulmate.” she mutters suddenly and I almost fall off the chair, I was afraid she was going to say that. Probably my face expresses all my emotions, in fact the redhead starts talking again “Hey, it’s ok…”  “(Y/N).” I say “My name is (Y/N).” 
“Good (Y/N), you don’t have to be scared ok? We can start slowly simply getting to know each other and then we’ll see.” She reassure me. 
“I guess we can do that.” I say smiling at her shyly “ANd (Y/N). It’s not your fault.” she adds out of nowhere. I immediately understand what she’s talking about, my dad’s dead, no one has ever tried to confront me over this argument. But she’s different, she’s my mate after all. Maybe we are really destined to love each other and live the rest of ours days together.