The Red Room (BlackWidowXwoman)

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Third person POV:

Zlata and Yelena had been keeping tabs on Natasha for over a week, and she finally had a mission they could intercept. They both put on wigs, glasses, caps and too big clothes and set out after the red head. The truck she was riding in led them to a mall, where she was walking with a buff blonde man also wearing glasses and a cap.

Zlata POV:

"Down the escalator," I whisper to Yelena and she nods to me, we step onto the escalator and it starts taking us down to the first floor of the mall. A heated talk starts happening between the two, and Yelena and I share a look, before I feel my heart finally break after all these years. A kiss is shared between them. Yelena's usually neutral face portrays shock and disgust, and I could feel a tear run down my cheek. It's been years, yet I'm still crying over the first person who ever owned my heart.

"Zlata..." I hear Yelena's call for me, but I walk down the escalator stairs too fast, making sure to almost knock over the blonde, who's lips detached from hers only a second ago. Fuck this. I'll make sure to kill her if it's the last thing I do. A hand grabs my arm, making my focus shift back to the task at hand. "Zlata, remember why we're here." Yelena whispers in my ear. I nod, staring into her eyes. Shifting my gaze to the redhead, I see numerous men in black gear running towards her and the blonde, ready to fight and kill them too. Oh no, you can have him. But her, she's mine.

Yelena and I run over to where Natasha and blondie were now fighting these men. I grabbed my gun from the waistband of my pants and started shooting these soldiers on by one. Yelena mimicking my actions. We were tied for first place at the black widow program when she left. Once we saw most of them drop dead, and the others run out the doors, we took a few steps closer to Natasha and blondie, whom I now recognized as Captain America.

"Who are you?" she asked, her eyes narrowing. I felt an eerie smile creep up to my lips, and I glanced at Yelena, who held a similar one. "Не говори мне, что не помнишь своего прошлого, Наталья?" I hissed at her, my voice eerily calm, but on the inside I was screaming. Her face fell and I saw her clench her jaw. So she does remember me? Stop it! She probably remembers using you, Zlata.

[T- Don't tell me you don't remember your past, Natalia?]

"Злата, этого не может быть," her voice shaking she tilted her head as if she could see through my disguise better. I tore of the wig and threw the sunglasses to the floor, her jaw dropping with it. She stared at Yelena, curiosity on her beautiful features. "О, старшая сестра, не говори мне, что я такой забывчивый?" Yelena whispered, tilting her head, staring at Natasha over her sunglasses, the playful tone in her voice holding a serious warning. Blondie was frowning, confused by the language we were speaking. Fucking Americans.

[T1- Zlata, this can't be, 2- Oh, big sister, don't tell me I'm that forgettable?]

I moved my gun so it was pointing towards him, he raised his hands, his eyebrows raising. "Злата, ты борешься со мной, а не с ним," Natasha stepped in front of him, making my anger flare up. How could she? After everything she's done? Now she's choosing something else above me again! "Fuck you, Natasha," I hiss at her, making her eyes go wide, she was obviously expecting me to be mad, but not this mad. "Шаг." I tell her, but she shakes her head, making me even more furious. I charge towards her with a knife, but she counters me in time. "Злата, пожалуйста. Зачем ты это делаешь?" she asks, her voice soft and like music to my ears, but I shake my head, as if trying to shake away all my memories of her.

[T1- Zlata, you're fighting me, not him, 2- Move 3- Zlata, please. Why are you doing this?]

She stares into my eyes with her emerald ones, making me falter, only for a second, but a second is enough for the program's best trainee. She kicks me hard in the stomach and I fall to the ground. "Please, Zlata, stop this." she pleads and my eyes water. I shouldn't have come, I should've listened to Yelena. I see the younger Natasha before me, begging Prov. Grigor to stop hurting her. I close my eyes, shaking my head, over and over again. "Zlata," she takes my hand in her palm. "Please talk to-" she is cut of by a gunshot. Yelena stands on the other end of the room gun pointed towards where Natasha now stands, holding her stomach, her blood dripping on my leg. Blondie unconscious under her foot. "Let's go." she urges me, but I'm frozen, staring at a bleeding Natasha, now on her knees on the floor. "Злата, я сказал пошли!" I turn my head towards her, following her out of the deserted mall.

[T- Zlata, I said let's go!]

Turning back, I see Natasha looking at me, a single tear rolling down her cheek before her eyes fall close. I love you Romanova.

I'M SORRY OKAY