Mine first.

How things are in your new environment.

Dark!Natasha x Reader, past!Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader (not mentioned but eventually will be and eventual dark reading).

(TW: abuse (all kinds), anti-depressions, panic attacks, disassociation (I think it's called), Poisoning in an attempted murder, thoughts of murder, black widow reference (I hope you like it!), mentions of broken ankles rip).

23/4/22.
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The whistle. That stupid damn whistle she done every time she was coming to the basement. That's when You knew Natasha was there. The door of the basement would open wide and her large hands would grab your wrist to take you up stairs. Natasha would make you crawl around and clean from top to bottom. Than at the end of the day, you would both have dinner. Natasha claimed that's what a 'family' done. The atmosphere was completely terrifying.

But Natasha done nothing.. At all.

But You could tell she wasn't doing anything. Natasha was waiting for You to make a mistake. As if she needed to punish You, she needed someone to be angry at. Her facial expression says everything. The moment she caught any wrong doing, she'd hurt You without a second thought.

Because of that, You completely lost sense of date and time. Not that that's important, it was what Natasha moods was like that day and that worried You.

And while You began to get used to fearing for your life..

Load up on guns, bring your friends

A radio?

No that wasn't a radio.

You quickly looked around for the source of the sound. It sounded as if it was coming from outside. Gosh, You missed the sound of everyday life and activities. And it was right outside that door.

The sound of people are outside. It sounded so painfully obvious. You gently shoved the chair You were sitting on across the kitchen floor silently. Wait.

Natasha was in the basement.

And you had the chair.

Your heart began pounding like crazy. The door wasn't far from You. It would take about five seconds? No eight at else. It would take Natasha at else five seconds to get up from the basement after she hears the sound, than it would only take you another three seconds for You to open the door and scream for help.

It was possibly.. Right?

You looked down at the basement once more. This was your only chance.

You had too.

You looked down, gulping when You seen the line that Natasha had drawn on the ground, telling You 'not to cross this line' unless You were going down to the basement. She would definitely know if You crossed that from the sounds of foot steps from upstairs.

Damn.

All You had to do was cross it. You've crawled over this a hundred times already, if not a thousand times. But right now, it felt like a cage. So are You really going to leave your life in Natasha's hands?

It was now or never.

As You inched towards the mark, You could hear your mind screaming at You to go back.

Nat's whistling could be heard from down in the basement and quickly You returned to the sink. There was no way You could do this. You began thinking of everything that could go wrong.

You couldn't get it out of your mind.

So You resumed to going back to cutting the onions.

"Mmh, I love that sound." Natasha spoke from behind You as she wrapped her arms around her neck. "The knife wasn't working so well last night. So I sharpened it."