The shuttle with which they would fly to Wakanda was much larger than the one from the day before and there was even a small bathroom, in which Abigail locked herself in immediately after Natasha's appearance. Maybe a little childish, but the last thing she wanted now was to have to talk to her and the Russian would insist on that immediately, she was sure. Wanda was still caring for the injured Vision. Since they flew over night, Abigail was locked in her mind's world for quite some time between dark, cold rivers. When she wasn't thinking about Danny, the horrible memories from the Red Room haunted her mind as they did at that moment.
First it was just the training sessions, then the beatings from Dreykov, and finally the countless victims who died during her two stays in the Red Room because of her actions. "Nat I need you right now," Abigail sobbed, laboriously pulling herself up by the sink. With shaky hands, she reached for the tap and splashed water on her face to ease the rising panic attack. "I need you now," she called out a little louder this time, now getting the attention of the three people in the main Quinjet room. By now her air was getting thinner and thinner, and desperately Abigail kept trying to splash water on her face to calm herself down. "I - I can't - I can't breathe," she stuttered amid sobs that raced through her body. "Open the door Abigail, I'm here," Natasha yelled in a choked voice from outside and not a second later Abigail stumbled to the door handle. She barely managed to turn the lock before collapsing. Nat rushed up to her worriedly, got down on her knees beside her, and clasped the back of her head with her hand in a panic. "Abigail, it's okay. Look at me," she breathed, desperately trying to calm Abi and hugging her tightly. The two remained like that until Abigail finally calmed down and actually fell asleep leaning against Natasha, totally exhausted.
Careful not to wake the little one, she carried Abigail out of the bathroom and laid her on the middle bench. "I'm so sorry, Abigail," Nat breathed, placing a blanket over her nevertheless continuing shaky body. "How is she?" inquired Wanda, stepping up to them. "She hates me, doesn't she?" she asked the counter question, sinking down onto the remaining free bench in shock.
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The closest thing to a daughter
Adventure❝ she is the closest thing I ever had to a daughter ❝ - english version Abigail a thief on the run from her past, with extraordinary uncontrolled powers and an unhealthy amount of self-confidence, meets the famous Russian spy Black Widow. Not a g...
