A widow's daughter - Natasha Romanoff

1- make a choice. !TW!

The Red Room- Russia- 2002.

Natalia Romanova had fallen pregnant early December 2001. She was 17 and living in one of the many dorms of the Red Room academy. After her parents- Melina Vostokoff and Alexei Shostakov- had given her and her sister Yelena back to Dreykov in 1995, they had been forced to train and become some of the most ruthless assassins known to man. for the last 6 years, Natalia had trained, killed, and been sent on countless missions- far too many to count.

When returning from a mission in Sweden late last year, she found herself being strapped to a bed, while Dreykov did whatever he wanted to her. He 'touched' her. he raped her. he traumatised her even more. and he didn't care. This was way before her graduation, meaning there was still a chance of her conceiving his baby. not to anyone's surprise, that's exactly what happened.

And nine months later, September 19th 2002, she found herself being taken to the medical wing, about to give birth. She was barely 18 when the sound of her baby crying was heard by herself, by Yelena, by Dreykov, by anyone walking by with a bullet wound, a stab wound, or any other kind of wound.

It had been two weeks since she had given birth and those two weeks had been some of the best of her life- nothing comparing to the three years she spent in Ohio though- she wasn't forced to training at 5:30 am. She was isolated from everyone and given the time to spend with her baby girl, who she had named Y/n.

Y/n obviously had her mother's eyes, and much to Nat's relief was a very quiet baby.

Every couple hours, Dreykov would come in and talk with her about when Y/N would be old enough to start the training programme. Nat so desperately wanted to yell at him, tell him he would never do that to her baby girl, but never did. out of pure fear of what he would do to her, or to Y/N.

After Y/N's birth, Nat had received a letter from Melina, expressing how happy she was for Nat and how she was wiling to do everything in her power to get them out of the Red Room, not wanting Y/N to have the same childhood as any of them did.

A few years later however, their lives changed.

The Red Room- Russia - 2005.

The alarm rang through the building as Natasha carried Y/N on her hip. it was the middle of the night and after 3 years, she had finally found the perfect opportunity to escape. Dreykov was out of the country at some important meeting and the very few staff working that night- Madame B and the ballet instructor (she couldn't remember his name for the life of her) were trying to catch some younger students that were trying to get back to their families.

So while no-one was there to stop her, she picked up her daughter, and a large stack of cash that she had stolen from Dreykov the night he left and ran. her first stop was the weaponry. she grabbed a small pistol and a shitload of bullets. the gun was concealable for the most part and easy to use with one hand, as she never planned on leaving her daughter anywhere. Y/N was crying as Natasha threw the main door open and sounded the alarm.

She never looked back. Not when the guards called after her. Not when they chased her for miles. Not when The Red Room was completely out of sight. Not until it hit her. She had left Yelena behind, the one thing she promised she would never do.

The guilt was eating her alive as she reached a gas station on the edge of a small city just south of Moscow. Y/N had been asleep for nearly 3 hours, suckling on Nat's collarbone and holding onto her tight. She started to stir as the bright light hit her.

"Shh baby. Go back to sleep. Mama's got you," she whispered, rubbing her back as she drifted off to sleep again, safe with her Mama. Nat browsed the isles, looking for any food that she and Y/N both liked. it didn't take long before she found a few packs of bagels, some butter and a few bottles of water. while Nat went and payed, Y/N started crying again.

"Y/N, what's wrong, moya lyubov?" she cooed, kissing the top of her head, trying to calm her down.

"want Auntie 'Lena," since she couldn't pronounce 'Yelena' properly yet, she just resulted to calling her 'Lena. Nat bit the inside of her mouth trying to think of an excuse. she couldn't exactly tell the three year old she had left Yelena on The Red Room. She wouldn't understand. but whoever heard those three words would send her straight back. for most of her life, she had been controlled by the government. The Russian and American governments- and probably a lot more- were well aware of what Dreykov was doing and never did anything about it.

They had let Dreykov take Nat and Yelena that night in Ohio, they had let him take hundred if not thousands more girls during his time there and no one cared. no one ever tried to stop him. It was his and the government's way of making more money. forcing the kids to do the killing. the kids often worked under government officials of infiltrated other governments to gain information.

"Baby. we'll see Auntie Yelena soon. I promise," that was a lie. Nat had no idea when she was going to see her sister again.

Nat had to make a choice. she could either go back for her now, while everyone there was looking for her and most likely loose Y/N. or she could go back in a few months when they had all forgotten about her. she was tempted to wait. But knowing Dreykov, he was already back and interrogating Yelena. if you could call it that. more like torturing her.