The Younger Agent - Natasha Romanoff x OC

Chapter 67 - The Nightmare To End All Nightmares

When Eleanor's eyes opened and the flashes of red were gone, she was flat on her back and very confused. The ceiling she was staring at was not the roof of the ship she had seen before her eyes had closed, and where was Wanda? 

All of those thoughts suddenly escaped when she heard someone yelling outside followed by a thud. The yell was familiar and brought a lump to her throat that she desperately tried to push down. She sat up and took in her surroundings, seeing the familiar TV set with frog figurines placed next to it, and the same grey sofa that she used to sit on throughout her childhood. The same striped curtains were flapping in the wind with the windows wide open. This only confirmed that she knew who was screaming. 

Her heart thumped as she immediately pushed herself into a standing position and ignored the pain that was tearing through her muscles as she bolted to the door. She frowned when looking at her hand that rested on the door handle, it was a lot smaller than it had been moments ago. And come to think of it, her entire being felt smaller than it had before.

She ripped her hand away from the handle and stared wide-eyed at it thinking that she was in a different body whilst taking frantic steps backwards, only stopping once her feet hit the bottom of the stairs. She stumbled slightly but managed to regain balance by grabbing onto the bannister.

The moment that she made contact with the white-painted wood, the door flew open on its own accord, making her let out a small screech when it slammed into the wall. She desperately wanted to run upstairs and hide in what would have been her bedroom, but her feet had a mind of their own and carried her to the front porch. 

The identical sight made her want to let out a sob, but she couldn't. It was like her lungs were suddenly made of lead, no sound would escape her windpipe. 

The scene in front of her portrayed a young Natasha crouching over Eleanor's now-dead father. Eleanor winced at the sound of the knife being dragged out and watched as Natasha slowly stood. 

This was all playing out in the exact same way, Nat took notice of the younger-looking Eleanor and stared with soft eyes. Eleanor, against all odds, smiled at her slightly, knowing that the Natasha in front of her was the one currently in the Red Room and knew how badly she didn't want to be there doing this job. But as soon as she smiled Natasha's eyes darkened and she took swift, calculated steps towards her. 

Eleanor let out a shaky breath as she tried to move backwards again, but just like before she was not in control of her own movements and so could only stare in horror as the young woman in front of her stalked towards her, looking at her as though she was her next meal.

She gulped when Natasha had reached her spot directly in front of her, and forced herself to look up. Due to the slight age gap, at this point in time, there was a few inches height difference between the two girls, only making Natasha seem all the more intimidating as she towered over Eleanor. 

"Please...", Eleanor whispered as she stared up at her... wife? Though this only seemed to anger Nat more, who dropped the bloodied knife and scowled. 

Nothing happened for a few seconds, giving Eleanor hope that she was not going to be attacked, but her thoughts seemed to jinx it, as Nat's cold hand swiftly wrapped itself around Eleanor's throat and lifted her into the air. She desperately clawed at Nat's hand to try and get some air into her lungs, but the older girl didn't seem to care, she bluntly spoke "No witnesses", and walked into the house, Eleanor still in hand.

"It's me", Eleanor choked out as she saw her vision get blurrier and blurrier with each passing second as Natasha continued walking them both through the house.