Mine first.

You try to escape.

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Reader. (mentions of Steve Rogers).

(TW: the reader has clearly bad mental health (FU Natasha), panic attacks, manipulation, black widow reference again, mentions of dead bodies, implied murder (reader sees Nat murdering her), hallucinations, developing Stockholm syndrome ).

29/04/22.
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There You sat beside Natasha as she done the dishes. It was the morning after your first sexual encounter with Natasha. All You could do was sit quietly, while Natasha worked quietly.

"What's with the blank face, baby." Natasha asked as she kissed your cheek gently. "Are you hungry? I'll get you a snack. You like chocolate?"

You nodded as Natasha reached up into the drawers to grab some chocolate. She didn't hurt or insult You anymore. She made You stop doing chores too. After last night, there was no need.

And so, some time passed.

You hadn't realized that You had fallen asleep at the kitchen table until You heard muffling coming from out in the hall. It was Natasha on the phone to someone. You only heard her talking about how she was going to be late but she'll be there. Instead of engaging and asking who she was talking too, You were too tired and kept your head down until Natasha called You.

She stepped into the kitchen to see your head on the table. "You sleeping, baby?" She asked, kneeling down beside your semi-awake figure as she stroked your hair. "Go back to sleep baby. I shouldn't of said anything."

You merely hummed in reply, opening your eyes ever-so slowly to stare at Natasha, who smiled. "Baby, I've got to go somewhere okay?" She paused for a brief moment. "So, I was wondering.. If you could go back to the basement."

You frowned when You heard this. The basement? It was scary down there, with or without Nat here. It was cold and damp. Most of all, You'd be alone, alone with Yourself and your thoughts.

"Are you mad at me?" She whispered. You didn't reply.

"Okay." Natasha sighed, kissing your cheek. "Take care of the house. I'll be back around seven." She stood up, walking towards the kitchen down before stopping. "And don't cross the line Y/N."

You nodded and with that Natasha left.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

You eventually woke up again from your slumber. You peeked out from the door to see Natasha was most definitely gone. You sighed in relief. What time was it?

6:00.

You only had an hour left. You decided to wait 15 minutes before making an harsh decisions. You needed to change first. Currently You were wearing an oversize shirt with a pair of shorts. You slowly pushed yourself onto the ground all the way to the washing machine to pull out new clothes. You struggled for a few moments before opening the door, when you did: to your horror a pile of severed arms came falling out of the washing machine. This made You scream in horror.

You quickly shook your head and rubbed your eyes. This time when You opened your blurry eyes, it was just a pile of clothes. This made You sigh in relief before throwing on a new hoddie and a pair of trousers, which was a bit of a struggle, but it eventually happened.

By now it was 6:10.

Just five more minutes.

You crawled towards the door, trying to ignore every threat that Natasha has thrown at You since You've been here. You hesitantly reached one hand over the line that Natasha had always warned You again, pushing your body over the line and gasped, not realizing You had been holding your breath for so long.

With the adrenaline rush coursing through your body, You began crawling towards the door. You reached up to the door handle.

You should go back.

Your grip loosened on the handle.

Back there?

Natasha's footsteps echoed behind You, saying something along the words of 'Not going?'

Natasha leaned down beside You, smirking sinisterly. "You've already passed the line, haven't You?" You gulped, bending your head down. "Or don't you have anywhere to go? What happened to that amazing boyfriend, who loves you so much?"

"Steve's waiting for you." Natasha chuckled in your ear. "He's got his bed ready."

This made you cry out, leaning against the door as You pulled your hand away from the door handle. Memories and nightmares from your relationship with Steve came rushing back to You. You had no idea You were crying, until You chewed down onto your hand to stop You from screaming that You felt your cheeks were wet.

It was now 6:15.

"What are we going to do with you?" Natasha sighed as she wrapped her arms around You.

What Should I do?

For now, You sat there slumped against the door. Has it been all that bad? Your mind seemed to race of thoughts from the past three months You've been here with Natasha, especially to last night, but the nightmares about Steve also overwhelmed your mind. "Natasha, I love you."

"Really?" Natasha asked as she gripped your cheek, forcing You to look at You. "You really mean it?"

You chose this. You chose this okay?. You can't change your mind.

"Stay with me forever."

It was now Twenty-to-Seven.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

How has it been forty minutes already. You panted, looking around. No Natasha, No Steve. It was all your imagination.

Splat.

You sharply turned to see both You on the ground with blood pouring out your throat with Natasha sitting on top of You holding a bloody knife. You gasped when Natasha turned her head and began making her way towards You before You blinked and the sight vanished once again.

Tick-tock. Tick-tock.

There's still time. It was still twenty to seven. You were going to go crazy. You should go back and.. Going back is better, much better.. It's a thousand times, no, a million times better.

"Natasha." You whispered. "Good bye."

When You opened the door, You smiled. The first thing that hit was the smell of the rain, it didn't really fit the sunset but it was the most beautiful sight You've seen in awhile. As You struggled, You managed to push the door open wider. The faint smell of cigarette smoke, you inhaled before pushing yourself out the door.

I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now, entertain us

It was too late now.

A mulatto, an albino

The sound of the cigarette hissed as it was put out in the rain. Music was loud enough to hear from the head phone, as well as the sound of your heart beating coming out from your ear. You knew You should never of crossed the line.

A mosquito, my libido

There sat Natasha on the front porch with her head phone in and a packet on cigarettes beside her. You were so fucked.

A denial.