Mine first.

Natasha punishes You for escaping.

Dark!Natasha Romanoff x Reader. Dark!Steve Rogers (end)

(TW:Abuse (psychological and physical), blood, choking, attempted escape (but failed), Developing Stockholm Syndrome, weapons, choking, name calling than praising?)

03/05/22.
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You gasped when You seen Natasha sitting on the porch. "Nat.. Natasha." You gulped. She didn't reply.

"I like you.. I love you." You began to stutter out. "I'll do anything for you. I'll.. Um.."

"That's some acting Y/N," Natasha giggled as she stretched out her limbs before standing up. "I almost believed you."

"That's not true, Nat.." You whispered as You stared up at Nat, while she smirked down at You. You quickly leaned forward, grabbing ahold of her. This only made her laugh as she felt your shaking hands around her foot as you begged.

"Please Nat, let me live. Just forgive me, just this once." You felt tears starting to form. "Please Nat."

"How many times are you going to say 'please'?" Natasha rolled her eyes. "You need to stop talking like that, it's getting into a habit. I can't tell what's true or not."

It felt so cliche. Almost something from a romantic movie with one person begging their lover to come back to them. It was raining too, which clearly was pissing Nat off as she made some off handed comment about it. You didn't hear it over your pleases and begging.

You came out by why?. You came to get out, to escape. You wanted to go home.

You wanted to go home.

"What?" Natasha asked.

You looked up at Natasha before shoving her foot away as You began crawling down the steps of the porch. "I'm going." You announced, repeating this to yourself as a affirmation of encouragement.

Despite the tumbling and bumping down the slippy steps with Nat hot on your tail behind You; You were finally at the gate to her house.

"Y/N what are you doing?" Natasha asked once again as You opened the door with her help. You grunted as You crawled out into the street. The water made it a little more of a struggle, but you were determined.

"Help me." You began yelling over the rain. Natasha nodded behind You, muttering an 'ah' before clearing her throat. "Save her! Help her!" Natasha began yelling through the estate. Both of you were now yelling over the rain. You were a bit confused as to why Natasha was yelling.

Is there anyone here?

"Help me." You yelled once more, followed by another one of Natasha's yelling for someone to help You before she started laughing. "There's no one here, babe."

Despite this, You kept yelling. "I don't think anyone can hear you. I think the neighbors only hear the rain." Natasha kneeled down beside You, grabbing your hair and shoved You face down into a puddle before bring You back up for air. "Gotta be louder babe."

Eventually after a few minutes of yelling for help, Your cries and shouts died down, along with any hope of anyone finding You and helping. Natasha stood over You once more with her arms crossed. "You done?" She sighed before leaning down to pick You up. "Let's go home."

No, no, no. You began to wriggling in Natasha's arms to try free yourself. Natasha was clearly stronger than You, but that didn't stop your struggles. You began pushing Natasha face away, as You contoured your body to lean out of Natasha's grip. Natasha eventually gave up. She slammed your body onto the hood of a car, before moving her hands to your neck.