The Prisoner | Natasha x OC

Chapter Twenty

"They say the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and my darling, you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell."
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Nat bolted awake as something made contact with her body, instincts taking over. Her torso twisted, fingers wrapping around her gun before it was aimed... at Natara. All of this took place within a couple seconds and Nat found herself staring down an unimpressed blonde across from her, eyebrow lifted.

Looking to her left and pushing the red strands of hair away from her face, Natasha looked down to see a pillow, the object of her assault. Quickly, she was facing Natara once more. "You threw something at me?"

Natara heard the pissed tone and so she shrugged. "You were having a nightmare so I woke you up."

"By throwing a pillow at me?"

"Better than a knife." Natara stood, stretching her limbs before leaving the room, shadows cast at the exit. She took the soft burning candle with her, the only light from their room disappearing.

Natasha let out a breath of air, feeling her heart rate slow. She checked the time, it read one am. Leaning her back against the cool wall she allowed herself to wake up properly. Natara entered a few minutes later, bottle of water in hand. A silence stretched out before Nat broke it. "You were already awake."

Natara paused, screwing the bottle lid back on after she'd drunk some of the cold water and placed it on the floor at the side of her bed. She was surprised to hear an unmistakable Russian accent laced throughout Natasha's words, clearly due to the fact she'd just woken up. She liked it. "What are you talking about?"

Natasha got herself more comfortable, analyzing the body across the room. Each of their beds were pressed against the wall, her's on the right and Natara's, the left. But the room itself wasn't too big. "You were awake before my nightmare."

"And how do you know your nightmare didn't wake me up?" Asked Natara. She blew out the candle, submerging the room in darkness.

"Because," Nat started slowly, slightly irritated Natara wouldn't just answer her, "you were sitting cross-legged with a pillow on your lap and your back against the wall. And you'd clearly been up for a while."

Natara's eyes narrowed, vaguely making out Natasha's features, their room dark. "I don't sleep," She shrugged off eventually. "Especially in Thailand."

"At all?"

Another shrug, not that Nat could see it. "I usually get three to four hours sleep on a normal day. But this past month I've opted to nap throughout the day."

Nat's brows furrowed as she thought it all over. "So even back home you only sleep three to four hours?" She heard a rough hum in reply, ignoring the way the sound seemed to fill her body. "And here you don't sleep at all? During the night?" Another hum. "Why?"

Natara kept quiet, imagining Natasha's expression in the dark before she decided to change course. "What was your nightmare about?" She'd hoped it would discourage Natasha's questions, making the redhead realize that she too didn't like such things. She was wrong.

Nat saw right through the attempt and she decided to answer. "I imagined I was back in Russia... with my mom. But I was taken again and we were pulled apart." A scoff left her mouth, slightly embarrassed. "At least in my dreams she actually wanted me." A grin played on the edges of her lip in an attempt to make her words lighter. But it fell within moments.