Nobody knows the beginning

chapter 2

"fear is the very thing that makes us human" 

Natasha's P.O.V

The plane was building speed as dad shot at the SHIELD cars to attempt to get them off our tail, that was when more cars came into the airport and began shooting at the plane, smashing the windows and putting dents all through the body of the plane.

The windscreen smashed in from bullets and shot mum in the shoulder.

"MUM!" I screamed and Peter was crying and we could see the cars crashing into each other as dad shot at the wheels.

"g-get the w-wheel" mum said in barely a whisper, I climbed into the front and did exactly as I was instructed too.

I grabbed the lever and pulled just as mum said to and the plane began to pickup speed and just in time dad launched onto the wing and we flew above about five SHEILD cars into the sky.

Dad pulled himself into the cab and I got into the back to comfort the sobbing Peter while dad inspected mum's wound, she was barely conscious and paling by the second.

"shh, its okay, Pete, its okay" I whispered into Peter's ear as I played with his hair and he had his head in my lap.

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Hours passed in silence as I drifted in and out of sleep with a snoring Peter in my lap as we flew though the dark sky.

The sun was well and truly up by the time we landed in a small airport and were greeted by important-looking people in suits and accompanied by a large amount of men carrying the biggest guns I had ever seen.

We all got out of the plane and a medical team came and put mum on a stretcher, Peter and I grabbed one of her hands each and walked alongside her until we were pushed away by men with guns.

The fear on Peter's face was heartbreaking as he fell to the ground clutching ever-so tightly to his Iron-man keyring we got at Disneyland only a month ago.

"daddy!" Peter half sobbed as he ran towards dad, but was stopped and grabbed by one of the soldiers and he began dragging a screaming and crying Peter away.

That.

Is.

It.

I don't care what happens to me but if anyone hurts Peter i will personally massacre everyone on this god damn planet.

"Hey!" I shout as I run over to where Peter is being held.

I kicked the man holding Peter in the elbow while hearing a small crack and swiftly grab his gun from his belt, pulling Peter behind me and keeping the gun pointed at everyone.

"DON'T TOUCH HIM!! I will shoot!" I said as I turned in circles with a sobbing Peter clutching my legs from behind.

All the soldiers point their guns at me but I don't stand down, nobody, NOBODY hurts Peter.

Dad walked towards me with his hands in surrender and lowers my gun and takes it from me.

At this point I have tears streaking down my face because I know what's about to happen.

"you can't do this to him, he's only four," I begged my fake father.

"and you were even younger" he replies, with a knowing look in his eyes.

The last thing I know is a stabbing pain in my neck and then my vision completely blacked out.

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When I could finally open m eyes, only to endure a piercing headache, I noticed I was in a room with bright LED lights and black walls.

I slowly sat up, shifting the blanket on top of me.

Then everything came crashing in. all the memories and fear and panic. where am I?

PETER?!!??!

Crap. Where's Peter? I hope he's okay. They better not have hurt him or I swear to god i-

My ranting thoughts were disturbed when a man in a black suit entered holding a black bag and a clipboard.

"hello Miss Romanoff. Glad to see your awake." He said in the most monotone voice I had ever heard. "here are your clothes" he placed the bag onto the end of the bed I was currently sitting on "how's your head?" he asked at the end surprising me a little.

"where am I?" I said, keeping my voice steady

"welcome to The Red Room, Miss Romanoff." He said, again in that ridiculous tone.

"why am I here?" I asked, treading the waters before I asked my main question.

"you know very well why you're here, Miss Romanoff. To be trained as one of the worlds greatest assassins, you must feel so honored to have been chosen."

"where's my brother!" I yelled at him, infuriated by his annoying voice.

"he'll be with Hydra" when he said this my stomach dropped. My beautiful, sweet, caring baby brother was with the most well-known and evil companies in the world. I began to feel tears streaming down my face and I glared at the man and clenched my jaw to give him the full force of my "I'm pissed" face.

"you know he's not actually your brother, don't you?" he asked, and this made me see red.

"he's four, no child deserves what he's about to go through, especially not so young." I visibly strained to say.

"don't worry, by the time Hydra is done with him he will be unrecognizable, as will you, when we're finished." This thought made me feel sick and I must have shown it on my face because he finished with; "well, seeing at how young he is, he might not even survive the treatment."