"Shit," I mutter. "What do we do?"
"I have an idea," she states, pacing as she's clearly forming a plan. "We'll go hostage situation. Dreykov will be too worried about you to worry about catching me, and I'll get the hell out of dodge. I'll explain after we're done with this. For now, just play along."
Do I totally understand what she's going for? No. Am I not going to question her because this sounds better than anything I could think of? Yes.
"Okay," I nod, sounding a lot more confident in her plan than I actually am.
Natasha nods as she answers the phone. "Hello, Dreykov," Natasha states, her voice immediately switching to be cold, calculated, and mocking. She makes sure to pronounce Dreykov with pure malice in her voice.
There is a long pause from the other end. I can basically hear Dreykov's oh shit moment.
Eventually, Dreykov speaks up. "Natalia, this is quite a surprise. What have you done with my Widow?"
"Don't worry, she is fine. Bones heal, am I right?" she replies cockily.
His voice sounds much less amused as he replies, "Natalia, what do you want?"
"I want you to promise to stop trying to kill me. Are we understood?"
He doesn't respond.
Natasha sighs in annoyance. "If you really want me to, I guess we can do it the hard way." She puts the phone on speaker and leans towards me, pulling a knife from her pocket. "My, I'd hate to mess up this pretty face," she fake-pouts. "Isn't that right, Vallonia?"
I can hear Dreykov stiffen from the other end. "What did you get out of her?" he asks tensely.
"Not much," Natasha shrugs. "Unfortunately, she's got a high pain tolerance. All that I have so far is her name and the fact that you're alive, which I was pretty much starting to figure out anyway."
"Let her go, Natalia."
"Not until I have your word, Dreykov."
The phone remains silent from Dreykov's end.
"What do you say, left or right cheek, Vallonia?" Natasha presses.
I watch her cautiously. Is she actually planning on hurting me?
She nods, motioning for me to say something in response, so I reply spitefully, "Fuck you." To be honest, that sounded surprisingly believable.
Natasha mouths 'I'm sorry,' as she raises the knife. I gasp in pain as she swiftly slices it across my left cheek, the knife making a slice loud enough for Dreykov to hear.
"Since we're not on FaceTime, I'll give you a visual," Natasha speaks up. "We're looking at least a couple of inches on her left cheek, already bleeding pretty severely. I'm no doctor, but I'm guessing it'll take some stitches."
She looks to me, mouthing 'say something.'
"I'm fine, Dreykov!" I say in my best attempt to sound like I'm in an immense amount of pain. "She has nothing on me-" A pained gasp escapes my lips as Natasha's fist collides with my stomach. Luckily, my gasp makes it sound much more painful than it actually was.
"Now that I've proven I'm not playing, how about we get to the serious business next. What good is a Widow without her trigger finger?"
She mouths 'panic', so I quickly put on my best act, thrashing against the chair loudly enough for Dreykov to hear. "No, Natasha, stop! Get the hell away from me!" I accidentally knock the chair over and fall onto my side with a loud crash, but luckily enough, that seems to do it for Dreykov.
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Seven Devils // Natasha Romanoff
FanfictionWhen Vallonia is sent on a mission to kill Natasha Romanoff, she is sure of 2 things: 1) Natasha is the only Black Widow as skilled as her 2) She is going to kill Natasha even if it's the last thing she does Take a wild guess as to which of the two...
