Black widow x f reader

I see red

BEEP BEEP. You flop your arm onto your bedside table shutting the alarm up and heaving yourself out of bed. You rush downstairs for breakfast bagging a packaged croissant for the plane ride. You make your way back up to your room to dress munching on an orange as you go.
"Hey." Nat says smiling when you bump into her on the stairs.
"Hey, how you feeling?"
"Like I'm ready to kick some ass." She explains the shock from yesterday clearly worn off.
"You coming to breakfast?" She asked.
"Already had it." You tell her holding up your tangerine.

~2 hours later~
You make your way onto the jet which sits on the roof of the tower you strap yourself in placing your headphones on sitting opposite Natasha with Tony at the front driving, Banner however stays behind.

You whiz off the roof, the jet taking no more than a 5 meter runway. About 5 minutes into the journey Tears for fears, everybody wants to rule the world comes on in your head and you tap you foot to the rhythm raising both your eyebrows in response to Natasha's confused one raised eyebrow look.
"Ladies, prepare yourselves." Tony says over his mic as he pulls the thrust and you shoot up to the sky the g-force pulling the blood from your head.

The plane straightens up and you sort yourself out unclipping your seatbelt. You grab a parachute on and slide open the door, leaping out directing yourself to land directly on top of the floating metal structure. You flatten yourself against it and wait for Natasha to land next to you. Shortly later you both make an entrance through the air vents crawling into a storage room  filled with widow suits. You slip off your suits and pull on the disguise. You exit and make your way into the widow training room. You pull at the door and a loud alarm goes off alerting everyone of your presence.
"Shit!" You shout to Nat turning round and your mouth gapes open when you see she's frozen in the grasp of a girl no older than 14 Nat's earpiece crushed between her fingers.
"Hey, we're here to help you." You say softly putting your arms up when she slowly turns her gun from Natasha's forehead to you.

"сука-Bitch." You mutter under your breath as you feel your arms being twisted behind you by another widow pulling your earpiece out. Natasha looks at you with wide eyes.
"ты говоришь по-русски?-You speak Russian?" She asks shocked craning her head to see you but gets a barrel of a gun knocked into her skull in response.
The widows say nothing but walk you down to what seems like the lowest level, a floor filled with glass, high tech cells and throw you in one each.

"Well well well," You hear a familiar voice appear from around the corner.
"My girls." He says sniggering. The sound of his voice alone makes you want to bash your head in.
"Y/N," "Natasha." He states making a point that he remembers who you are.
He places his fingerprint over the keypad of your cell and the glass doors instantly slide open flawlessly. He pulls you out grabbing your wrists harshly, grabbing your face with the other. You make an attempt to pull away from his grasp but he tightens and flips your arm around causing you to drop to the floor in agony.
"Don't you dare disobey me." He orders.
"Okay big man." You tease and a sharp slap stings across your face, you drag your hand along it and twist your fist up to his face, he catches it millimetres before it makes contact and plunges a syringe deep into your neck. Your eyes widen with fear and you hear Natasha bang on the glass as you fall to the ground keeping your eyes open long enough to see Dreykov walking away, same syringe in hand.
"Y/N!" Natasha calls, muffled through her cell.

You blink your eyes open and focus on the cell that holds your target in.
"Y/N." She calls to you. And you stare daggers into her, expressionless. You stand there staring, observing the redhead whose hands are pressed against her cell like a fly in a glass. You stand like that for god knows how long unable to control your thoughts or movements. You hear an alarm go off in the distance and march off to find the source leaving Natasha alone.

As you near the alarm you realise the group of widows are surrounding a red and gold metal figure, Iron man. You're gaze hardens and you approach him.
"Y/N, a little help here." He yells from the middle of the swarm. You press a button on the wall and open the hatch behind him leaving him on the verge of the flying object you barge your way through the widows and land a sharp kick sending Tony spiralling backwards. You return to Natasha's cell closing the hatch behind you. When you make your way to the prison you find your target missing, the door of her cell slid back, you bend over looking for traces and find only a single red lock on the floor picking it up with your thumb and index finger. You step towards the alarm and pull sharply down setting off a series of squealing and beeping. You make your way to Dreykov's office and find him walking out,
"Deal with her for me." He whippers holding your head and you give him a sharp nod.

You walk in and find her with her gun outstretched pointing directly at you.
"Y/N." She sighs and you take a few more steps towards her.
"Come any closer and I'll shoot. I will shoot." She threatens and you just cock your head. Teasing her and tentatively taking a step forward.
She shoots and you knock her arm up making the bullet shatter one of the many lightbulbs in this room. You grab her wrist twisting it in ways it shouldn't and peel the gun out of her hand watching, smiling as her face contorts with pain. She launches a fist at your stomach and you scowl at her stepping forwards, quickly planting a sharp punch in her jaw.
"Y/N, don't make me hurt you. I know your in there." She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a red vial making your eyes widen. You grab at it but she closes her fist around it squeezing it between her fingers, you sink your teeth into her forearm forcing her hand to relax, grabbing the vial as it falls you slide it under the desk and smile a sickening grin at her. You push forward, landing another blow, this time to her nose she stumbles back putting a hand up to her face you knock her to the ground placing your knee on top of her to keep her in place as she struggles. She attempts to take a strike at you and you eject your knife from out of your belt retaliating with slashes of your knife. She darts from side to side dodging your cuts, you place a hand around her neck clenching your fingers around her pressure points watching as her face grows pale her hand flapping about next to her under the table. She grabs back the vial and positions it under the heel of her palm, as she's distracted you take a stab at her lower abdomen and she smashes her palm down releasing bright red particles floating around the room landing on your face.