Venom // Natasha Romanoff

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"Sorry I'm not a posho."
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Natasha and Nova lay curled into each other in bed. It was quiet except for the distant music playing in the kitchen. The red head was holding a book and Nova was reading it over her shoulder, Venom stretched from hers and also reading the book.

Soon enough, the gentle pitter patter of rain started to sound on the trailer roof. This relaxed the couple even further, finding rain to be one of the most tranquil sounds there was. It was just calm, peaceful. It took them away from the world they really lived in for a while.

All of the real life horrors seemed to disappear when it was just the three fo them and the sound of rain. Thoughts filled Nova's head about their future. Maybe rain would fall on the roof of their house where they lived as a family. No fighting. No blood. No gore. No problems. Just the tranquility of freedom.

Then her mind flickered to the Red Room. All the pain she had to go through until she eventually felt nothing. Just emptiness. She'd often dream about her life before the Red Room. Though they were distant and mostly blurred memories, they had her thinking about it. But then she got the dreams about the Red Room.

They were nightmares.

The gun had felt so perfect for her hand. As if the weapon was made for her use, the use being to murder. She was a murderer and that wouldn't change. Although, she hoped that one day, maybe one day, she could make up for everything she'd done. She knew nothing would but maybe she could make a difference in other ways.

The scars she were given. The hundreds of them that littered her body. She felt as though she deserved them. It could have been life's way of telling her how much of a horrible person she was and she felt it. She saw it everyday in the mirror. All up her arms, her torso, her legs, her back and her neck.

Sensing she was no longer reading, Natasha turned over in bed, facing Nova. The tall woman still hadn't snapped out of whatever trance she was in until the red head placed a hand on her cheek, thumb stroking her cheekbone lovingly. Nova hummed questioningly.

"You alright? You seem a little out of it." Natasha smiled, rolling on top of the tattooed woman.

"Hm, yeah. Just thinkin'." Nova smiled, hands moving under Natasha's baggy t-shirt, that was really hers, and drawing circles on her back.

"About what?" Natasha asked, leaning on her hands to look up at her.

"Varied things." Nova hummed, eyes flickering between Natasha's warm green ones.

"Like what?" Natasha questioned softly; she could tell something was bothering her.

"The past." Nova mumbled and Natasha brushed some hair from her face.

"What about it?" The red head asked carefully, not wanting to push.

"Before the Red Room and during it." Nova answered, rethinking her recent dreams. "Memories keep popping up, like a bad smell."

"What happens in them?" Natasha continued, playing with Nova's hair.

"It's usually something that happened in the academy and then a memory from home after. Sometimes they relate to what happened in the Red Room but other times they don't make sense." Nova replied. "Sometimes it's how I got my scars."

"Can you tell me? If you're comfortable." Natasha whispered, reaching over to link her hand with Nova's.

"Sure. Which ones d'you wanna know about?" The tall woman questioned, thumb stroking Natasha's.

"This one." Natasha responded, leaning back to straddle her thighs. She bunched up Nova's t-shirt to just under her bra and traced a large one on her rib cage. "How did that happen?"

"Ah, this one. Uh, you remember how I said me and Bucky were like siblings in the Red Room?" Nova asked and Natasha nodded. "Well, he was the main person the raise me in there. As I got older and the more time we spent together, the more emotions we felt. HYDRA and the Red Room didn't like that so they took it away. The put his mind back into the blender without me knowing so I went to talk to him during training one day. No one's supposed to do that. It against the rules and The Winter Soldier knew that. So, when I went to tap his shoulder he grabbed a knife from the weapon table and started to fight me. I was about 14 at the time and I didn't see it coming. It dodged the first couple of swings but he caught my hair and stabbed me, dragging it slightly so the cut was larger. The knife was so long it went through me. I got patched up and carried on."

"I'm sorry." Natasha apologised, leaning down to kiss the scar. "What about this one?" Natasha traced a long one on her neck. It had faded greatly and was barely visible because of her tattoos.

"Bet you didn't know this," Nova began, tracing the scar with her finger, "when I was younger I had a speech impediment."

"Really?" Natasha asked, eyebrows raising in surprise because of how well spoken Nova was. "What was it?"

"A stutter. A very, very bad stutter. Couldn't even finish a sentence without stuttering." Nova chuckled. "Obviously, the Red Room didn't like that because it made me 'weak'. They also wanted to send me on missions to be part of families and then kill the family because, well, because of whatever reason they saw fit. But to do those missions, I needed to speak perfectly. By 10 I could speak in 6 different languages but I still had my stutter. So, what did they do when I couldn't speak properly? They made me not able to speak at all." Nova sighed.

"Jesus Christ." Natasha mumbled.

"Wasn't too bad, though. I could speak about a year after. Having the injury worked for missions, they thought. Made it look like I'd been in an accident so they could say my parents had died and I could be shipped off to kill a family. When I could speak again, they started to try and make my speech better knowing I'd have the fear that if I didn't, they'd slit my throat again." Nova explained, fiddling with Natasha's fingers.

"I'm sorry." The red head apologised again and Nova chuckled.

"'S not your fault." She shook her head.

Natasha leant down and pressed soft kisses over the scar, all the way from one side to the other. Nova smiled to herself, arms wrapping around Natasha's waist and squeezing her lovingly. 

"Love you." Nova whispered.

"Love you both, too." Natasha smiled, the two sleepy. "You forgot my caviar."

"You really wanna eat those gammy things?" Nova asked.

"Yes." Natasha nodded. "I'll get some tomorrow. I know the best kind and you really don't."

"Sorry I'm not a posho." Nova smirked and Natasha slapped her arm.

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This was just a filler and has to do with Nova's backstory that I'm going to write after this book.

And I'm going to start Black Widow now which is one of my favourite Marvel films. People shit on it but I think twas fabulous.