What do you think of Dreykov dying differently, then in the movie?
WARNINGS: Graphic descriptions of violence, Graphic descriptions of child abuse,
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One by one hung on my necklace And they'll always be mine It makes me feel alive
. . .
"She's almost as good as you," he taunts.
Natasha swallows, her fingers wrapping tightly around the pages of the file. Her emerald irises burn, while the tears flow freely down her cheeks. She has spent all these years tormenting herself, wishing she could go back and change everything.
"She's here," she whispers.
Her broken emerald irises rise, colliding with his dark orbs. She recognizes the predatorial gleam within his gaze, while it travels over her. And she refuses to flinch under the pressure weighing on her shoulders. He has had too much power over her in the past, and she will not allow him to take it from her again. Not now.
Not with the baby. Not with Rose still alive.
"Well...," Dreykov chuckles darkly, mockingly tilting his head. "You missed your chance to play the hero. Little Rose was sent out for an op an hour ago."
Natasha clenches her jaw, bracing herself against the emotions surging within her veins. The pain consumes her soul, freezing her in her tracks. A single tear slides down her cheek, but she doesn't pay any attention. An icy numbness spreads through her at an uncontrollable rate.
"Do you regret it?" Dreykov asks, before clarifying. "Do you regret believing the lies we told you? Do you regret leaving, now that you know your child is alive?"
"You don't get to call her Rose," Natasha growls, tears burning within her emerald irises. She feels the hatred bubbling underneath her skin, while the urge to make a move against him grows higher. But with one glance at the Taskmaster, she quickly smothers the need to push forward and challenge him. The risk is too high.
"Is this your haunted past?" Dreykov chuckles, tracing his fingers mockingly along the corner of the folder, as he straightens his position. "So guilty..."
Natasha swallows, visibly weakening under the heat of his gaze. The man smirks, circling around the table. He stops behind the Taskmaster, possessively placing his hands on his weapon's shoulders.
Dreykov laughs, his dark irises burning aflame against her shining emeralds. "Thank you, Natasha. You gave me two of my greatest weapons."
Natasha frowns, while he nods toward the folder tightly concealed in her hand. She watches him closely, while confusion radiates throughout her veins. And he taps a button on the top of the Taskmaster's helmet, revealing a heart-wrenching sight underneath.
