MARVEL One Shots

A Girl In A Box, with regret

This likely makes no sense because I took it from a story I am trying to write. If I don't end up finishing it then at least I can make myself feel better by sharing a small part of it! It would be Natasha with Ana, by the end of the story.   : )

I plan on posting this story, sooo yeah !

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WORD COUNT: 2950 Words

Natasha was in the room next door, watching Ana with the security camera. She seemed harmless, like when she first met her. Something was not right with this situation, meeting Ana calmly and then going full crazy by attacking her in broad daylight, and just a few minutes. Despite the current unknown, Natasha felt bad for the girl. She decided to go to her bedroom in the tower and get some clothes and a blanket for Ana. She then made her way to the room with the holding cell. She opened the doors and quietly placed the clothes beside her. She was about to turn back when she noticed that the girl was asleep. She approached her again, bent down to her level. Looking closely at the girl while holding her breath, careful not to wake the girl. While in her sleep, Ana's head slowly tilted to the side and a small section of her hair fell in front of her face. Natasha cautiously placed the section behind the girl's shoulder. Ana was awake now, but she let Natasha believe she was asleep. "A whole lot of pretty and equally crazy," Natasha whispered to herself softly, then smiled. Ana could not help but almost smile back, smirking for barely three seconds. Natasha then exited the cell, locking the door.

"So, you think I am pretty?" Ana questioned, smiling widely since she knew Natasha knew she was awake. There was no need to pretend to sleep any longer.

"I also called you crazy, don't forget that!"

"Crazy is cool, crazy is hot..." Ana groans. She tried to reach for her neck, but the handcuffs stopped her. Natasha unlocked the door once more, locking it behind her. "You are the crazy one if you willingly come back in."

Natasha sighed. "You are not going to hurt me, Anastasia." She placed her hands on the girl's shoulders and rubbed them gently. Natasha's gaze stayed in Ana's eyes, even though Ana did not look back at her. "How does that feel?"

"Why? Are you planning to dislocate my shoulder after showing this act of kindness?"

Natasha shook her head, "No".

Ana rolled her eyes, still not responding to her question.

Natasha continued to massage her shoulders while keeping her eyes on Ana. Ana tried not to smile at the woman, or look at her, because, in truth, it did help her shoulders feel better.

"Stop it." Ana finally said, after repeatedly saying it in her head. She did not want Natasha to stop but she needed her to. Natasha stopped. "Natasha, why put me in a room that is in a bigger room? Why come into the smaller room when, all I can assume, is what is not what this cell room is for? You could be circling this cell, moving as much as you would like, but you are in here with me ... why?"

"Why did you give up in a fight you could have easily won?"

Ana did not know what to say, honestly. She thought that her presence here in New York was to do one thing, and one thing only. Kick the Avengers' ass, as she would tell Michael. Ana nodded her head down twice, trying to communicate that she wanted to whisper. Natasha understood and leaned in closer. "Are you always this dumb?" Ana asked in a whisper. Natasha scoffed, then got up and exited the cell. Ana laughed.

"Are you always this annoying?" Natasha asked.

"Tell me, how do you feel?" Ana asked, tilting her head to the side. "You are on the outside, looking into the cell. I am sitting on this bench, and you are standing over there. Did you need to feel superior?" Ana stood up on her feet, crossed her legs, then sat on the ground. "Better?" She asked.