Weakness | Natasha Romanoff

"You're my girl."

(TW - flashback of rape)

Olivia PoV:
I sat on the floor with my back pressed up against the building. I held the cigarette between my lips and lit it before taking a toke.

"You wanted to see me sir?" I asked as I walked into Dreykovs office.

"Ah, yes. It's your birthday and I wanted to give you a little present." He told me. "Come closer."

I did as he said but was soon being held down on the floor and my clothes were being forced off my body. He forced himself into me as I cried and whimpered for him to stop. His hand tightened around my neck, causing me to gasp for air, while his other one griped my thigh.

"You're pathetic and weak. Your place in the world is to be mine." He spat in my ear after he pulled out.

I bawled my eyes out and just laid their, my body felt disgusting and there was nothing I could do about it. I was left there for half an hour until I was carried back to my room and forced to carry on with training.

I snapped out of the flashback and tried to contain my tears. I couldn't. They just kept coming and I hated it because once again, I wasn't in control. My body felt disgusting again and I hated it.

"Liv what's wrong?" Natasha asked but I immediately jumped up and moved away from her. "It's me?" She questioned clearly hurt that I moved away.

"Do you think they have a shower here." I sobbed as I slowly approached her.

"I can go ask." She offered and I nodded, still bawling my eyes out.

We went back in the building but I waited around the corner so not everyone knew I was having a breakdown. I heard two sets of footsteps approaching. I quickly wiped my eyes and tried to compose myself. It didn't work as tears were still falling down my face.

"Oh hey Olivia." Maria said and I awkwardly waved in response. "The shower is in here." She said leading us over to a room.

"Thank you." Natasha said for the both of us as if I tried to talk I would probably just start sobbing again. I looked down to avoid Maria's gaze as I was ashamed and embarrassed.

"It's no problem, I can get her some clothes as well." She told Natasha who nodded. "I will leave them outside." She said before walking off.

"Do you want me to wait outside?" Natasha asked and I shook my head.

"Can you wait inside?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah of course." She replied.

I got in the shower and pulled the curtain closed so she couldn't see me. I took my clothes off and chucked them over the curtain and turned the water on. It stung when the water hit the cut on my bicep and rib cage but I didn't care.

I scrubbed my body trying to feel clean but it wasn't working. I grabbed the loofa and put body wash on it. I scrubbed my entire thigh until it bled. "Fuck." I mumbled under my breath as tears brimmed my eyes. "Tasha can I have my towel please." I asked my voice breaking slightly.

"Yeah." She responded, her voice soft.

After she handed me my towel I wrapped it around my body and pulled the curtain open. She noticed the blood trickling down my thigh and shot me a sympathetic smile.

"Do you want me to go get bandages off the doctor?" She asked and I nodded.

"If he lets you could you get thread and a needle to stitch me up as well?" I questioned and she nodded. "Thank you."

After Natasha had left I noticed the clothes on the floor. Khaki denim shorts, a kinda loose black tank top, socks and underwear. I quickly put it on before Natasha came back. I had a gun that I put in the back of my waistband and covered with  the top. As I was putting my doc martens back on there was a knock on the door.

I limped over to the door and opened it to reveal Natasha. I moved out the way to let her in the door and closed it behind her.

"Sit down and let me clean your leg." She told me and I sat down on the edge of the sink.

"You don't have to do it. I can do it, I don't mind." I told her and she let a laugh out.

"Yes I do. Because, in the nicest way possible, in your state at the moment you would probably accidentally fuck it up." She told me and I rolled my eyes even though I knew she was right. "And I want to do it."

"Thank you." I told her making her smile.

"Don't worry about it." She told me as she poured rubbing alcohol over my thigh.

"Ow!" I yelled and she laughed. "A little warning next time would be nice." I scoffed making her laugh again.

"Ok ok. I'm sorry." She apologised.

She put the gauze on my thigh. "Can you hold it there please." She asked and I nodded.

I held it in place while she got the tape and put it on each of the edges before wrapping the bandage around my thigh.

"Done!" She smiled after putting the rubbish in the bin and grabbing the needle and thread for my arm.

She stood in between my legs which made me blush. I think she noticed but didn't say anything. She stitched my arm and ribs up quickly but once she was done she didn't move from between my legs.

"I'm here if you need to talk." She said looking in my eyes. "I will always be here for you."

"Thank you Tasha." I replied also looking in her eyes.

Silence filled the room. It wasn't an awkward silence though. It was filled with comfort.

My eyes flickered back and forth between her eyes and lips. Without a second thought I pressed my lips against hers and wrapped my legs around her waist. She kissed back and placed her hands on my hips.

We pulled apart when the door opened. It was Maria. "We've got a plan. You two are so cute by the way." Maria told us before leaving.

We both laughed before kissing again.

"I've got a question." Natasha stated after we pulled apart. I looked at her and waited for her to ask whatever she needed to ask. "Will you be my girlfriend?" She asked and I nodded.

"Thought you would never ask." I joked. I rested my head against her chest and she engulfed me in a hug.

"Shut up." She joked back as I looked up at her.

She lent down to peck my lips. "You're my girl." She told me making me smile.

"Correct. Your girl even shares her Thai food with you." I reminded her and she laughed.

"Yes she does and I'm very grateful." Natasha responded making me smile.

"Hurry up!" Maria shouted making us laugh and leave the room.

"We're coming!" I shouted as I limped over to the room they were in.

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