something like blood | natasha romanoff

chapter 11

nobody spoke, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. i sat with my head down, but yet i could feel everybody's eyes on me, staring into my soul.

i could hear everyone's thoughts, most of which consisted of things like 'who is she' 'is it rude if i ask where she came from' 'why does bucky seem so protective of her?'

the silence was interrupted after the red white and blue guy stood up from his seat and walked over to me.

"why are you here?" he said. to this i didn't know what to say so i just stayed silent and looked at the floor trying to think of something to say. bucky heard this and perked his head up.

"she's my friend, and the reason i survived that place, that's why shes here" he said sternly. they both had cold expressions on their faces after he said that. "you shouldn't just be bringing random people onto the jet, for all we know she could kill us" the other guy said.

then the younger looking redhead stepped in. "she helped us fight off agents, do you really think she would kill us? if she wanted to she would've done so already" she said and bucky agreed with her statement. i could hear that she had an accent, one that i recognised to be sokovian.

"look at her, she's a fragile teenage girl who is probably nothing but a killer" the guy from the red and gold suit exclaimed.

my heart shattered. nothing but a killer  they said. those words kept replaying in my mind as i thought about nothing but how accurate those words described me.

that brought back memories i didn't want to recall. memories of the times when i had nobody in the red room, where i would be killing other innocent children just because i was scared of the consequences.

maybe i was a killer after all.

i stood up and sat on the furthest seat away from everyone. i looked at my hands which were suddenly covered with red. red that could never be disposed of, no matter how hard i tried.

my hands started glowing purple and i knew i had to do something. but there was nothing i could do. i didn't know how to control my powers without the help of others, and it's not like it could just stop them.

i brought my knees up to my chest and tried to calm down, but the voices in the background were too much. they were too loud and i couldn't get rid of them.

everything became too much for me and that's when my body met the ground.

i woke up on the floor, laying on my back. it wasn't very comfortable but then again, i've been sleeping on this kind of material for my whole life.

realising i wasn't in bed or at the facility, i shot up. i frantically looked around to see the exact same scene that i had before i passed out. i hated that i was the cause of all of this. maybe if i just stayed there none of this would've happened.

all of the voices were muffled as i kept thinking to myself how much easier everybody's life would be if i wasn't in it.

i wish i could just curl up into a ball and never be seen again.

i got pulled out of my thoughts when i felt someone stroking my hair. i flinched away, not knowing what to do. i looked over to my left where the person was, and sure enough it was the redhead. not the younger one, the one in the black leather suit, the shorter one.

they sensed my fear and held their hand out towards me. at first i didn't trust them so i just stayed curled up in a ball, until they nodded, letting me know they wouldn't hurt me.

i cautiously grabbed their hand as they pulled me closer to them. this is the first time i have ever felt somewhat safe, in a strangers arms.

they wrapped their arms around me protectively, and laid their head on the top of mine.

my stiff posture melted into their embrace and they began swaying us back and forth.

i felt loved.

no

love is for children.

i felt safe.

but i felt bad for them comforting me. they didn't have the spend their time doing this when they could be doing other stuff. so i moved away from her and sat in the nearest seat bouncing my leg up and down.

by now the heated argument had died down a bit and it was less overwhelming but they were still arguing.

the redhead got the sign of this and told them all to shut up, which worked as they all fell dead silent.

for the rest of the flight i sat still, not moving a muscle with my face locked on the seat in front of me, showing no emotion whatsoever.

around half an hour later, i heard a voice. i didn't know where it was coming from so my fight or flight set in and i looked around me, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. it announced that we would arrive at our destination in 30 minutes which was a relief as i didn't know how much longer i could last on this jet.

a/n

sorry this one's a bit shorter, i couldn't think of anything else to write so this will have to do

i also tried to put a heart on my hand using fake tan, but it didn't work and it looks like a massive mole on my hand.