Red Rooms Black Canary (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven: Мать?

A/N: Blood Warning

Before Natasha could finish her sentence M quickly bolted up "Shit!"

"What?"

The woman sat up quickly reaching for the drawers. Natasha stood, "What are you looking for?"

"I need a knife!"

"What?"

"I need a knife."

"Why?"

"I can't explain, I just need a knife." her hand landed on a scalpel on the tray beside her, the sharp #10 blade caught the light in the room making Natasha's eyes widen "Get me stitches." the woman said her back still turned to Natasha. Natasha stood up just in time to see the blade go deep into her thigh the girl making a small incision. Her fingers disappeared into the mess of blood and muscle before extracting a small black pill-looking device. She took the heel of her foot smashing the device. Natasha knelt in front of M a needle and stitch in hand, M looked between Natasha and the needle "Are you going to leave a scar?"

"Maybe," Natasha answered truthfully

"I won't." she said her thick accent making Natasha shutter "Give it here." Natasha surrendered the needle and thread to her blood-covered fingers. Natasha watched as M stuck the end of the thread between her teeth as she worked diligently and gently to sew up her leg. Natasha knew it had to hurt first she sewed up the muscle seeing as she pulled and tugged at the muscle it would occasionally snag and she could see her daughter...her daughter it was a strange word even if it was just in her head but the thread would snag and M would tense ever so gently. Once the muscle was sewn Natasha went to hand her a pair of scissors but M was already bent over the wound the thread between her teeth. Natasha cringed as she gave the silk one last tug. Meticulously the bloody woman reached for another roll of silk thread. As she was sewing up her leg Natasha stood to grab the dressing necessary to cover the wound. Once the skin was sewn together M reached for the dressing in Natashas hand but Natasha stopped her "You are exhausted. Let me."

"I'm fine, really give it here." M held out her hand motioning her fingers towards herself

"I know that look. I get the same one. You are safe here." M just stared at her gauging how much she could truly trust her "Please." Natasha said softly, letting her wall crumble just a little

"Okay," M nodded

Natasha gently took a container, unscrewing it, letting her finger into the gel she took her gel-covered finger gently rubbing her thumb over the stitches applying a light layer of petroleum jelly. She leaned down gently blowing on the wound before she laid the gauze pad over the ties taking a gauze wrap and gently wrapping the girl's leg securing it. M was confused why she was being so kind, nurturing even. When Natasha was done she patted the girl's uninjured leg saying "I'll help you tomorrow changing the dressings.

"Why are you being so kind?" M voice carried that same thick accent.

"Why would I not?"

"I tried to kill you."

"If I was mean to everyone who tried to kill me I would have no one."

"Touche." M nodded her head side to side

"Really?"

"No. You are the first mark I haven't killed."

"Are you going to?"

"Going to what?"

"Kill me."

"Not as long as I'm in my right mind."