You clutch your side as you stumble down the empty corridors of the Avengers Compound. Your shallow breathing bounced off the walls that you used for support while you walked, your feet stumbling as you tried to steady yourself. The blood from your bandage soaked your fingers and you had to blink a couple of times in an attempt to clear the black spots in your vision.
What had happened?
You were just fine before, no dizziness, no ringing in the ears, everything was fine.
Until you tried to kiss Wanda, that was when you screwed up. What was I thinking? She hadn't shown any signs of being interested in me so why did I do that? You finally reach the elevator and weakly press the button. Instantly, the doors open and you stumble inside, leaning your head on the back wall and calling out to FRIDAY.
"FRIDAY, can you-can you take me to whatever floor Natasha's in." You breathe out, slowly sliding down to sit on the floor. Even in the early hours of the morning, you knew that Natasha would always be up, either training or doing Starks paperwork or just our doing whatever she pleases.
"Y/N are you sure that you don't want medical attention first? Your heart rate seems to be increasing at an unusual rate." FRIDAY's smooth voice replies to you. You started to get worried as you could hear that her voice had started to fade, letting the ringing in your ears take over.
"No just take me to Natasha," You breathe out, struggling to keep your eyes open.
"I really don't think that is a good idea Y/N, I'll take you to the-" You could barely hear what FRIDAY said next as your vision darkened and your body went limp on the elevator floor.
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Why were you hear?
Why did this have to happen to you again?
"Let me go!"
"Quiet girl, unless you want your dear 'brothers' to survive."
You hide your face behind your brother's back as you hear your older sister struggle as she was being held captive by two large men in black. You were well aware of the men approaching from behind too, so you clutched a rusted crowbar to your chest, ready to attack again if necessary. Your brother held a gun in one hand while his free arm was draped over you.
A short man circles around your older sister, he had short silver hair which was parted to the side and wore a hideous red shirt with a black blazer and glasses. From behind your brother, you can see the man grab your sister's face, she snarls and turns her head to bite him while simultaneously kicking him where it would definitely hurt.
The man, unfortunately, step back before he can receive the blow and turns to face you two, slowly walking towards you and your brother despite your sisters' protests. Your brother steps back and points his gun at the mans forehead.
"I already told you, he's not a girl! He can't join The Red Room!" Your big brother shouts, desperately trying to keep you away from the man who you and your older sister had grown to fear.
Dreykov.
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"Y/N?! Holy shit, what happened?!" A faint voice asks as you can feel your body being lifted off the floor. You must have passed out in the elevator but the real question was for how long? The person carrying you must have realized that you couldn't hear them because you could faintly hear the snapping of fingers near your ears after you were set down on a cushy surface.
You can feel two fingers gently grasp your chin and tilt your head up, propping your head against something soft for comfort. Finally gaining enough strength to open your eyes, you see a blurry figure in front of you. They had their head down while analyzing your wound but their flaming red hair was unmistakable.
Natasha's hands work to carefully unwrap the blood-soaked bandage and discards it to the side. Seconds later you can feel something cold press into your side. You hiss and try to inch away but Natasha firmly holds you in place and swats your weak hands away.
"Don't be difficult Y/N I'm helping you." You can hear her say faintly as she carefully cleans your wound. You hum in response and close your eyes again trusting Natasha to take care of you.
"Hey Y/N, Y/N don't pass out on me again-" You hear Natasha say as she cups your face in her hand before you pass out again.
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"Let her go and we'll get out of your way, we'll forget we ever saw anything I swear!" Your big brother shouts, trying to negotiate with the men who were holding your sister captive.
You were never looking for trouble. Your brother had heard about a couple of crates containing valuable foods and materials for survival. You were only supposed to be there for a couple of minutes. That was when they attacked.
Your older sister, Dahlia, attacked as soon as the men moved forward, taking down four of them in total before being held back by two stronger agents. You had grabbed a rusted crowbar and relentlessly hit one of the men who had tried to grab you until he lay motionless on the floor while your big brother, Lucas, had grabbed his gun.
You knew why they wouldn't back down. They wanted to take you and your sister to The Red Room.
You had always feared The Red Room and had always been scared of being turned into one of those mindless killing machines that they called The Black Widows. You and your sister had even gone through the trouble of cutting your hair to imitate your brother and wearing baggy clothes and hats to conceal your feminine looks, taking on the image of boys.
It had been easy for you, you were only 10 years old and your feminine features hadn't come through yet. However, it was more difficult for Dahlia, she was 15 and had already entered womanhood, so her features were less easy to hide. One of the men had caught on that you were both girls and once the two of you had exposed your combat skills, they were dead set on bringing you into The Red Room.
"Take the girl," Dreykov says calmly, and with a flick of his wrist, two men lunged at you and your brother from behind, grabbing the back of your shirt.
You yelp and hit the arm with your brow bar and kick one of the men south, he buckles but the 2nd man grabs your arms and squeezes your wrists, making you drop your weapon and cry out in pain. You hear Lucas shout from behind you as he pulls the trigger, letting the bullet fly into the man's throat, warm blood splattering on your face as you stumble backward and fall onto the ground.
Your hand lands roughly on the sharp end of the crowbar and the jagged metal cuts a long gash into your left palm. You bite your lip and try not to cry as you stay sat on the floor while the bad men slowly approached the two of you. Lucas tries to shoot one of the men who were getting too close but he used his final bullet to kill the man that had grabbed you.
You were now kneeling in front of Dreykov, your brother and sister on either side of you, being held by Dreykov's men. You held your gaze on the ground, the dead man's dried blood still splattered on your face, your cut palm held behind your back.
"So do we take the girls, boss?" A gruff voice from behind you asks Dreykov as he circles the three of you. A cold hand grabs your chin and tilts your head to look him in the eyes. His hand caresses your cheek before letting go and stepping back and without breaking eye contact with you, he finally speaks.
"Take the oldest girl, we'll give these two to HYDRA."
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