𝐵𝐿𝐴𝐶𝐾 𝑊𝐼𝐷𝑂𝑊

𝐼 𝑊𝐼𝑆𝐻 𝐼 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝐿𝐷 𝑆𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈

TW FOR CHILD TRAFFICKING!

LIVING WITHOUT A VOICE IN YOUR HEAD WAS WEIRD.

Growing up with someone to talk to 24/7, and now suddenly they're gone... it was... she felt empty in a way. Her first friend just vanished and now she's by herself. Someone had informed the entire school of her little mental breakdown and now people are either mocking her or giving her pitying looks.

God, she hated those looks with a burning passion. With Tom gone, it was like it was easier for her to get her memories back. They were all coming back, and she found herself missing her found family even more.

What happened to them after Yelena and she were taken to the Red Room? From what she could remember, Yelena was taken to a different age group, and Natasha never saw her again. Was Yelena okay? Did she escape? Yelena was younger than her, so she didn't graduate yet. She was most likely still there. Unless she managed to escape the hell hole.

She wasn't sure what happened to her parents. She remembered her mama was shot, and she wasn't quite sure what happened to her Papa. Natasha sighed as she took a sip from her tea, discreetly touching her earpiece. "Clint, is the guy constipated or something? He's taking forever, and I don't see him in my area? Do you still got eyes on the sniper?" She muttered, taking a sip from her cold tea.

She grimaced, pushing the cup away from her. She could hear her blonde partner huffing -- seemingly running from something or running towards something. "Sorry, Nat! The sniper moved rooftops, and the guy should be coming to you soon." Clint explained.

Natasha hummed, smiling at the waiter as the woman took and refilled her tea. She slouched forward, her sunglasses falling down her face slightly. Her green eyes glanced around until her eyes found the target. She watched the man get out of a car, two bodyguards trailing behind him.

Damien Jorden. Age 36. Trafficking little girls and boys, and using the money he gets from them to pay a rouge shield agent to give him files to a certain case involving his brother. "Nat," Clint stated, "Look up." Following his directions, she looked around the rooftops until her eyes locked on the sniper's red dor. She smirked and lifted her palm. On her palm, she wrote in large letters: 'Behind you.' She could see the gun falling out of the man's grasp as an arrow pierced through his left eye. "You're up, Nat! Go kick that guy's ass!" Pulling out a twenty, she placed it underneath her cup so it didn't fly away and started trailing the guy.

It seemed like he didn't have very good security guards because they didn't even notice she was trailing them. But then again, men like to doubt little girls. Probably thought she was just curious about what they were doing and decided to let her follow; maybe even try to traffick her.

She ducked behind a trash can as she watched the three men enter a warehouse. She quickly ran inside before the door could lock and hid behind a pillar as she listened to the men talk. "We got a handsome one, huh, boys? Image how much someone would pay for him." Damien sounded smug, and Natasha felt bile try to come up her throat as she caught eyes with a young boy -- no older than five. She lifted a finger to her lips, and he nodded discreetly.