I rum down the busy street of New York with the Avengers following me. The cars swerving and beeping their horns at me as I run down the middle of the road. I run through the gates of this big park then someone wrapped some rope around my ankles and I fall to the ground with some force.
I groan as I turn over, seeing them all looking down at me. "Give up kid" the guy with the shield said. "я только начинаю, старый дурак (im just getting started you old fool)" and I hit something on my belt then smoke starts to spread. They all all stepped backwards and coughing.
I jumped up and landed on my feet. I grabbed the knife out my boot and tackled the red head. She fell over so she was on her back. She grabbed each wrist of mine. I tried all my strength to try and get to her but she was too strong. "You don't..have to do...this" she said through gritted teeth, trying to fight me off.
"The Red Room does not fail" I said quietly then, a sharp pain was in my neck and everything went black.
Natasha Romanoff's POV~
She let off a smoke grenade and we all walk backwards coughing. The next moment, I'm pinned to the ground with my brainwashed daughter on top of me. I grab each wrist of hers and overpowering her as she tries to kill me. "You don't...have to do...this" I say through gritted teeth. "The Red Room does not fail" she said quietly.
She struggles until Bruce comes up behind her and injects her with a pearl liquid. She goes all limp and I catch her as I sit up. They hand cuff her then take her down to the cell. I stand there, confused and somewhat shocked. "Nat?" Clint says to gain my attention but I just started walking out the room. Clint, Tony and Steve followed me and we walked into the the huge room with the round cell in the middle of it.
There she was, an intimidating black widow with sweet red hair like mine. "Why does she look like a mini Romanoff?" Tony asks, looking from the girl to me. "She's my daughter.." i say in an almost whisper. I step up to the glass and I place my hand on the glass. "Natasha.." i hear Clint say but I don't turn around as i feel a tear creeping down my cheek.
"Get Bruce to do a blood test" i say, looking down as i walk out, not looking at them. I go to through the lounge, heading towards my room when I hear Wanda and Bucky. "Nat?" I hear Wanda as she flies in through the broken window. "Not now Wanda" i say. I get to my room and closes the door. When I hear the door click shut, the water works start. I put my hand to my mouth and cry. I'm happy but sad at the same time. My own daughter was sent to kill me and yet she didn't recognise me one bit.
After a short while, someone knocked on the door. I stand up, off the edge of my bed and wiped my face. "Who is it?" I say, and there was a pause. "It's me, Wanda" and I sighed. The door creaked open, and her head popped around. I was stood facing my window then I looked over my shoulder. "What is it?" I stay, remaining my posture.
"Bruce has the results" and at those words I walked out the room. Wanda followed me down, and after a short while I hastily walked into the lab and took the brown envelope off the desk. "W-wait Ro-" Bruce tried saying put i had already opened the packet. I scanned my eyes over all the writing until I got to the part I wanted. Her DNA was 50% mine and 50% unknown.
Y/n Dreykov/Romanoff POV~ (sh tw)
I wake up. Confused and disoriented. I go to sit up but i See hand cuffs on my wrists. There's starting to rub my wrists where the other cuts were. I stand up and walk around the cell, looking at the inside to see if there was anything to help me out. After a few minutes, i gave up and just sat on the floor facing the left side of the cell.
Every so often I'd look to my left to see if anyone came in but they never did. I don't know how long had passed but I started to get hungry. As i was about to close my eyes, i heard the door open. I look out the corner of my eye and saw the blonde guy, the red head, a girl with strawberry hair and a doctor looking guy.
"Y/n?" One of them said. "What?" I said coldly, now sitting up properly, crossing my legs and looking at them with an emotionless face. The red head stepped forwards. "How are you feeling?" she said and I scoffed. "какое тебе дело? (Why do you care?)" and she sighed.
"I want- we want to help you" and that made me angry. "Почему? ты убил мою мать?! я пришел только за одной вещью..твоя кровь (why? you killed my mother?! i came for one thing only..your blood)" i shouted at her and I walked up to the glass and started punching it. "Stop this! I did not kill your mother!" She said loudly back, "just surrender" She said less loudly.
I stopped punching the glass and there was a little bit of blood of the glass i was punching. "I'd rather kill everyone than surrender to you" i said through gritted teeth and I could tell that made her angry. She walked away with the female following closely behind her.
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It's been a couple of days. I've taken the tracker out as it seems that they haven't come to get me. My hopes of my father rescuing me as slowly going. They come and go, asking question after question but I stay silent. I can only assume it's driving them mad but it's fun on my end.
It's whatever time it is, and a couple people come in. I don't stand up but I turn my head towards them. They open the cell door and I stand up, unsure about what was happening. They stop when they saw my uncertainty and broke the silence. "Can we talk, please?" the red head asked as the girl with strawberry hair stood next to her.
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Little Romanoff: Y/n x Natasha
Non-FictionY/n Romanoff was taken from Natasha not even 24 hours after being born. Dreykov kept her over the years at the Red Room, making her better than her mother. They rediscover Y/n when she's sent to kill her own mother, not knowing the events that would...
