something like blood | natasha romanoff

chapter 24

i sat on my bed thinking. thinking about what i knew nat from. she seemed like i've always known her but also a complete stranger at the same time.

it's strange.

i started rethinking my whole life, from the first memory i can remember to the most recent ones.

the time yelena gave me my necklace, the time i was told to demonstrate the dance in front of the rest of the girls, the time i had to shoot my mom. sadness crept over me before i realized something.

the red hair that was uncovered by the bag matched someones.

natasha's.

what if nat was my mom? it couldn't be, right? i mean i shot her. how would she still be alive? it's almost impossible.

i tried to reach up to my neck and grab the once familiar feel of the soothing metal on my neck, just to remember it wasn't there anymore. i missed it more than anything.

i was pulled out my thoughts by someone knocking on my bedroom door.

"come in" i told them. natasha walked in.

nat's pov

after bumping into athena in the hallway, i realized how she looked scared. i don't know why, but for a second i could've sworn she looked like me.

that's when i realized it. her hair, strawberry blonde, just like my daughters. the green eyes. the way she smirks when someone says something inappropriate. she looks just like a younger version of me.

i ran to my room to find the necklace that i found on the mission.

slamming open the door, i practically flew to my bedside table and opened the top drawer. there it was. the dainty piece of silver precisely carved into an hourglass. i picked it up and looked at it.

it would make sense if it was hers. i mean, she was fighting agents, she could've easily dropped it or it fallen off. she also looked quite upset after the mission, and that would explain why she came running into the med bay looking for something.

i left my room as quick as i ran in, not bothering to close the door.

i quickly walked over to athena's door and urgently knocked. to her it probably sounded like i was getting chased by someone or something.

she said come in and with that i opened the door and said, "i think you're my daughter"

athena's pov

"i think you're my daughter" she said.

i looked at her dumbfounded. it's like she knew i was just thinking about that. mothers instinct?

"woah woah woah, wait. sit down" i replied, not quite sure how to have this conversation.

she sat down on the edge of my bed, her left hand grasped closed like she was holding something. she was breathing heavily and i could hear her trying to slow it down. i looked up at her and motioned for her to explain.

"you know on that mission? the one where we took down the red room? after you had gone to kill dreykov, i ran to where you were because you weren't replying to your comms and i was worried, but on the way back i found this on the floor." she opened her palm, and there it was. my necklace. "i recognized it immediately and picked it up off the floor. i stood there for a minute trying to grasp that my daughter was still alive. i thought she was dead ever since she got taken away from me. then later on the jet back here, you came rushing into the med bay where i was, and started looking for something. it looked like something important and i couldn't grasp what it was. then earlier when you bumped into me you looked scared, and that face i knew all too well. it was the face i was most familiar with and spent years trying to hide when i was your age. that's when it all clicked. your hair, your eyes, you look exactly like me" she finished. i had tears in my eyes.

i looked at her hand and picked up the necklace laying in it. i held it for a minute, feeling every groove of the platinum necklace i grieved over.

i looked at nat and as if she knew what i was saying she took the necklace from me and i turned around for her to put it back on.

the minute she let go i felt like a piece of me was pieced back together, like a puzzle.

"you're my mom" i said, looking into her eyes.

"you're my daughter" she said back, smiling with tears in her eyes.

i leaped into her arms and started sobbing. the one thing i've always wanted, a mother, the comfort, i finally have. my mother is here, she's been with me for so long and i never knew.

we didn't let go.

we couldn't.

i didn't want to break this hug. this sense of comfort that had brought me back to life.

eventually we pulled back and stared at each other for a minute before laughing. she brought her thumb to my cheek and wiped away the salty tears that coated it.

she brought me into another hug and all i thought was how safe i felt. i knew the safety and comfort i felt with her wasn't nothing.

i sighed in a way of comfort. like a breath that i didn't know i was holding.

i've finally got that missing part of me back.

a/n

finally, yay