Back To Me || Book 2 [N. Romanoff × Fem Reader]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟓

NATASHA'S POV

Three hours later, the mother of the house and the daughter hasn't come home yet, none of the two answered their phones, I couldn't track Y/N, but for Taliyah I'm on my way to pick her up to what said location, thanks the gods her phone is on, or else I might just lose my mind.

I'm a rational thinking person but when it comes to those two, I don't know, I just lose it, it's as if I haven't known them far that long, I mean - I know they can take care of their selves and all that, but I can't help it, my paranoia says no.

Arriving to a bright-colorful-Russian club, sound blaring in coming from the inside, the outside however was dark, there's a boy about thirteen to fifteen, vandalizing around the corner. The knot in my stomach got tighter as the possible outcomes of what had happened to my daughter grew even more.

The guards didn't check my ID as I just barged in. The inside was full of different types of teenagers, kissing, drinking, smoking, you name it.

"Probably the wrong place she's in right now," I mumbled to myself as I push around the people that was in my way. Hell I don't even know where she was.

But then, my eyes landed to redheaded girl dancing in the middle of the room, I didn't hesitate as I quickly grab her shoulders.  She turns to look at me as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, she looks a bit different, turns out it wasn't her.

"I'm sorry, I —" I cut off myself as I heard someone screaming. That couldn't be her, right?

I lift my head, looking around like I just lost something valuable or what. The screams didn't stop, worrying me even more, then I spot a unusual looking door.

I followed my guts as I made my way in. I started calling her but still she didn't pick up.

My body sinks in the bottom of Vormir as my eyes landed to a much crowder people, cheering as they circled around a fighting pit, and there she was layed on the matt, blood dripping from her nose, as she weekly stood up her ground.

I pushed through the people, frantically pushing everyone in my way. She curled her hands into a fist and pumps it to a girl that was about her age.

And with one punch, the girl was knocked down as the referee went to raise my daughter in the air.

"We have a winner!" He exclaimed, while carrying my daughter in his shoulders.

"Red! Red! Red!" The crowd cheered as they all pass each others money as their bet.

Narrowing my eyes at her, she mumbled a 'shit' before briefly jumping off from the guys shoulder and ran towards me.

"I can explain," She rushed the words as she pulled me away, then outside the club. "The thing that you saw was nothing, mom. I promise," She spoke nervously as she wipes the blood coming from her nose.

I stayed silent, a bit pissed off to what I just saw, making her more uncomfortable.

"Mom, please say something," She pleaded looking up at me. "I'm really sorry it ha—"

In a blink of an eye, she swept my legs abruptly as I fell on my back. I watched as I saw her punch the girl from earlier, sending her all the way to a wall.

She released a heavy breath. "I'm sorry about that," She stated, looking back at me, as she helps me up to my feet.

I glared at her. "We'll talk about it later, c'mon," I sttated, forcefully grabbing her hand as we both hop in back to my car.

YOUR POV

Sitting casually on an office chair with my legs rested on top of a wooden desk, along with an arched eyebrow, as I stared back at the lady that was tied up on a chair.