Natasha Romanoff x Daughter one shots

"I promise."

Age : Unborn
Warnings ; mention of rape, teenage pregnancy.
Words count : 984.
Authors note : This chapter takes place in the red room, Natasha will be 17 years old.

            
                        Natasha's POV

"Romanoff? Can you still hear me? How many fingers am I holding up?"

Natasha looked around the room slowly and confused, wondering where she was. She tried to remember what happened, but it was all a fog. She looked at the older female who seemed to be a doctor or maybe a nurse, the coat and worried expression was giving it away.

"Two?" She answered slowly while trying to sit up a little bit, which only caused her to feel even worse. "I have to throw up." Natasha mumbled before it was too late, her head was already hovering over the bed causing her to throw up on the white glinstering floor. After a few seconds she had stopped, cleaned her mouth with her sleeve and layed back in bed questioning herself what was going on with her and her body. Slowly everything became clear, and Natasha wished she had forget all about it.

"You're pregnant miss Romanoff, I'm sorry."

The words kept repeating itself in her head, making her feeling sick to her stomach once again. Natasha Romanoff was only seventeen, and not to forget she was being kept in the Red Room to become a trained killer. The last thing she wanted to worry about was a baby, one that wasn't made from love or able to live a normal life. The Redroom was horrible, besides the trainings they would be beat up or if you're lucky like Natasha - raped and ending up pregnant.

"I don't want this, get it out of me. Please, do something." She begged the doctor as she silently cried, she never felt this vunerable and grossed out by something before. She was pregnant by a man she despised, one she never loved or could love. One of the guards, who seemed to be somewhere in his twenties had sneaked into Natasha her room and drugged her, and used her for his own pleasure. After that night Natasha could never trust someone again, especially not any men.

"We can't Natasha, it's too late for an abortion. And Dreykov - he has great plans with your baby. Don't worry about it, he will get it out of your sight once it's born." The woman smiled while stroking Natasha her cheek with her thumb, making the redhead shiver. She was at loss for words, she wanted to cry badly and kill at the same time. Kill him, kill Dreykov and the man who did this to her. She couldn't get a baby, but Dreykov keeping it as a new toy or weapon would be even worse - she had to do something but what?

"Take some rest, you will need it. Tomorrow you will get an ultrasound, he's hoping for a girl." She smiled overly excited, grossing her out by the thought of it. Natasha swallowed silently and went back to her room, where she let the tears flow and her mind wander off.

"Are you ready? It can be a little cold."

Natasha took a deep breath as the doctor made an ultrasound, of her unborn child. It was hers, and she needed to protect it no matter what. Natasha kept thinking about it all night, the possibilities of your future together. You and her, if she could ever escape this place she would call hell.

"What is it? It better not be a boy, we need a girl." Dreykov kept bickering while his eyes were fixating on the little screen that was showing the ultrasound, showing you.

"Don't worry Mr.Dreykov, it's a little girl and she seems very healthy. I'm sure she will do great things once she's older."

It was a girl, Natasha was having a daughter. She had secretly hoped it would have been a boy, so Dreykov wouldn't be that interested and let the baby stay with her. But as you were a girl, she had to find other solutions to keep both of you alive and well. She needed to escape, even though it seemed almost impossible..

(A few months later)

Natasha stared lifeless at the ceiling while they were performing the c- section on her, she failed.

Once you were born they will cut her uterus out, making sure she would never be able to become pregnant again. Being pregnant and becoming a widow wasn't a good match, they needed her in her best shape. She needed to recover quickly after this, else they wouldn't hesitate to kill her off.

They even forced Natasha to train the whole pregnancy, even while she was throwing up and collapsing once a week due to pain and exhaustion caused by both you and the heavy training.

Natasha her thoughts were interupted by a loud cry, you were here.

She cried silently as she tried to control her breathing, she felt like she was the worst mother ever. She couldn't save you from their hands, she couldn't save you from the horrible future you would have in the Redroom.

"C- can I see her? Please." She cried hopeless, hoping to get one glance of you before she was most likely to never see you again.

"One minute, be quick." She heard a heavy male voice spat at one of the nurses, who walked over to her slowly and doubtful. She leaned down and showed her your little face, you seemed so vulnerable and your cries wouldn't stop. Natasha cried softly as she stroked her thumb across your cheek carefully, hoping to never forget your touch or the way you look. She would have given you the world, only from them to take her world once you're back in their hands.

"I love you so much Detka, momma loves you so much. I will get us out of here, I promise."