Black Widow: Dark House

49: "What You Need"- Chord Overstreet

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**- thoughts/ memories

"You will always be mine Ana!"

Ana's arms moved, slicing enemy after enemy at their own will. Men, women, children, all falling helplessly before her. Their screams tearing into her ears, her skin, her bones. Begging her, pleading for their lives and the lives of their children. The sound falling on deaf ears. Their eyes, oh god their eyes, giving her a glistening reflection of the dead eyed monster as they starred up at her, their last blood heaving gasps rising around her like smoke.

"I'm sorry!" she tried to scream but her mouth would not move as she wiped the blood off her sword.

"I knew what you were from the beginning Ana. I could smell death in your veins. You were born to spill blood girl, that is what you are. A weapon. This world will tremble every time they see you, every time they hear your name" Dreykov's voice cutting through her, wrapping itself around the very core of her being.

This is who she was. This is all she was meant to be.

"Ana! Ana wake up! Ana you're dreaming!"

The voice shook her awake, drawing her away from the dark chaos of her dreams. Ana jolted awake, her skin cold and slicked with sweat as her chest heaved in gasps of air. She trembled in the pale light of the early morning that dared to pour into the room.

A warm and gentle hand swept her hair out of her eyes, "baby look at me."

She turned, almost robotically, reality still a construct as she floated between two infinities.

Deep emerald green eyes, wide with worry and care as warm hand cupped her face.

"It was a dream Ana, you're here with me, you're safe" Natasha whispered, their noses almost touching.

Natasha's sweet scent enveloped her, the warmth of her body so close that it seemed to anchor Ana to this world, drawing her back to reality. She was not a Taskmaster, she was not a Widow, she was Natasha's.

Ana let out a ragged breath, her arms wrapping around Natasha's waist as she buried her face in the crook of her neck, allowing safety to surround her. Natasha laid back down with Ana in her arms, holding her close and pressing her cheek to the top of her head.

After a few minutes of silence, it was Natasha who spoke.

"I'm not going to ask if you are okay, because I know the answer, but do you want to talk about it?"

Shifting slightly, Ana rested the side of her face on Natasha's chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. It seems like when I sleep my brain takes me back to before" she said, her voice cracking a bit.

Natasha ran her fingers through Ana's hair, making her melt as she pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, "It's okay. It just forgets who you are for a bit. Welcome back" she tried to comfort.

Ana let out a breath, "can you just tell me that I'm not a monster and make me believe it?" she said without looking at Natasha, her voice small and broken, the threat of tears stinging her eyes.

Gently, Natasha shifted her until Ana was on her back and Natasha was straddling her hips, cupping her face, her own forehead pressed against Ana's until Natasha's face was the only thing she could see.

"You, Anastasia Aslanova..." she said and then pressed a deep kiss to her lips, "are not a monster" she whispered, her lips ghosting over Ana's but her eyes were inescapable wells of longing, truth, and love. Ana easily lost herself in them as she curled her fingers around Natasha's bare thighs before sliding her hands to the smooth skin of her hips to pull her down for another kiss.