"Nat!" I exclaimed, attempting to sit up before being met with a heavy pain in my stomach. I wasn't exactly sure why I had called the red-haired woman's name, she was the last thing I sort of remembered was on my mind before I blacked out.I wasn't in the computer's brain anymore, I was back in the truck. How the hell did I get here?
"Kid, kid you're okay," Nat reassured from the front seat. Her body was twisted so she could face me. "How's that head of yours?" She asked.
I didn't know what she was talking about. I subconsciously raised a hand to my forehead, touching along my hairline. I was met with the texture of gauze under a bandaid. I must've cut it when we were almost blown to pieces.
"Fine, I guess," I replied, blinking my eyes for a long second.
When I opened them I took a long look at Nat. Her fiery orange hair was disheveled and her face was covered in soot. My lips curled at the sight. Steve didn't look much better. He had a cut on his lip and was also soot-covered.
"You look a mess." I teased.
The Romanoff woman smiled. "You don't look any better kid." She countered.
My smirk fell as the joke finished. "What happened while I slept?" I asked everyone in the car.
"You were out cold for like an hour bleeding all over the seat so we stopped by a convenience store and bought the basics before getting back on the road." Steve recapped.
I touched my head again. I'm surprised I only got off with a cut head and a most likely bruised rib after that. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the dashboard and holding my face in my hands while I stared ahead. "The road to where?" I questioned.
"Steve says he knows a guy." Nat mocked, shaking her shoulder as she spoke.
I chuckled at her before continuing. "So I guess it is secret hideout place?"
"You guessed correctly." He nodded.
"Great," I said with no excitement in my voice although I kind of was excited to finally be in a real house.
I could tell Nat found the way Steve and I didn't get along amusing. Whenever we bickered I always found her smirking or having an amused eyebrow raised.
It was silent before Nat turned back to me with a soft face. "Look kid about what happened in the." She started before I cut her off.
Was I mad? Yes. At her though, no. She was not the right person to be mad at. If I was going to be mad I should be mad at Dreykov or HYDRA or whatever. I want to know more about my past more than anything now but it could wait until after we survive this.
I shook my head. "It is fine Nat, you are not the person I should be mad at. You did right thing not telling me but it doesn't really matter now that I know." I explained.
She stayed quiet for a second, processing my words. "I'm still sorry kid, I won't blame you if you can't forgive me, I probably wouldn't have forgiven myself either."
I gave her a small smile but also furrowed my eyebrows in fake confusion. "Didn't I just say I forgave you?"
She chuckled as she reached an arm out and scruffled my hair. "Oh ow ow ow, still concussed." I voiced.
"Oh shit, sorry kid." She cringed.
I laughed at the brief look of horror on her face. I could tell she was hoping I would open up to her and I could tell she was warming up to me. Before I knew I was a human lab rat, I thought it was odd she was trying so hard to be close and get to know me considering we only knew each other for 12 hours at most. But now I know it's because she knew me, basically raised me but, I didn't remember her. Maybe it was an attempt to start over on her behalf? I don't know, I hate how much I think now.
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FanfictionIrena Ivanakof grew up in the red room. She was raised to fight, hunt, assassinate, and kill anyone whom she was told to. When she somehow broke free of the mind manipulation she was fed up, she attempted to escape and was caught. As punishment, she...