Marvel Imagines

Truth

• Female Y/n •

Honestly, I can't do it anymore. The double agent thing. I sit in my room, in the corner, fighting the urge to tell the redhead about who I actually work for. Its paining me. I bash my head against the wall trying to stop myself. My eyes closed. Thinking I'm alone until I feel hands on my face, "Y/n! Stop!" The familiar voice I so wish to have in my ear. I open my eyes with tears forming. "Hey what's wrong?" The redhead asks me. I shake my head and try to fight my way away from her. He hands now on my arms calming me once again.

I feel a tear rolls down my face, "FUCK!" I yell. Tears now streaming down my face. Natasha quickly moves behind me and tightens her arms around me. "Shh." She tells me. "It's okay."

I shake my head. "He's forced me." I tell her. "Told me he would kill me if I fail to spy on you. I don't want to do it anymore." I tell her. She looks at me, tears in her eyes, "You're whole story? It's fake..?" She asks me as calmly as she could. I nod. She let's me go and sits cross legged infront of me. She wants to know the whole story. Who is is, who I really am. What my story really is. She takes my hands, "I'm not angry, I'm glad your telling me."

I finally let out a sigh of relief. "I escaped a place called the redroom at age 12." I see Natasha eyes glaze with pure sadness. Unaware of her past, I continue, "The leader, Dreykov, was..Is..my father. After I escaped, I came in the middle of a heist, the men having the Hydra symbol on their outfits. Stealing and killing everyone. I was so scared. I just watched until someone came over to me and was nice. Now I know it was all an act but I went with him. As a scared kid, I trusted the first person I met. It was a bad idea, because he made me be someone I'm not. I grew up as an agent for Hydra. Until they assigned me to a mission, to spy on the Avengers." I tell her. She nods. "I know how horrid Dreykov was." The redhead tells me. I look in her eyes, seeing the forming tears roll down her cheek.