Deadly Nightshade | Natasha Romanoff x Oc Daughter

I've killed so many.

Alia felt herself regaining consciousness but she didn't want to open he eyes. She didn't want to see all that damage she might have caused. Her nose stung too, like if someone had gone in and dug around with a spoon. Something else was weird too, something warm and soft was covering her right wrist. Alia opened her eyes and was met with a beaming light. She blinked the blur away and tried to sit up. Something moved to her right so the girl glanced over. It was Natasha, it was her hand on Alias wrist.

"What happened?" Alia felt herself asking.

"Dreykov, he-" Natasha started but Alia interrupted her.

"Oh god, did I hurt anyone" Tears burned in the girls eyes.

Natasha shook her head.

"No, everyone is fine." Natasha reassured.

"My god" Alia put her hands up to cover her face. "I thought he was gone, I thought I was cured."

She wanted to cry more than anything but she couldn't. Her throat started to feel thicker and thicker. She couldn't breathe, oh my god. Alia couldn't get a single breath through. Natasha grabbed her hand but it was like she couldn't feel her. Everything was miles away and Alia was stuck in her head.

It's all my fault.

This time it was her own voice speaking to her, not Dreykov. She was her again but what was really her? Who was she?

Alia got dragged back to reality when she felt a hand against her cheek. When she blinked, Natasha was there, holding her face so that she wouldn't slip off the world.

"I'm sorry" Alia felt a cry coming up her throat. "I'm so so so sorry."

The woman in front of her looked taken aback.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for." She tried reasoning with the teen.

"I brought Dreykov here" Alia could feel tears stinging her eyes but they wouldn't fall.

"No" Natasha shook her head. "It's not your fault."

"I hate him" The teens voice shook. "I hate that he used me to get to you when you didn't want me for the first place."

The woman's eyes got all glossy and sad.

"But I do want you." She mumbled.

"What?" Alia couldn't quite believe her.

"I do, I think." Natasha shrugged, letting Alia go.

"It's okay, I'm not your responsibility." The teen gave Natasha a sad smile.

A moment of silence between the two.

"I've wanted kids for as long as I can remember." Natasha admitted. "And I had accepted that I couldn't."

Alia nodded, not really sure what to do.

"And when they found you I just," the woman paused. "I didn't think you deserved someone like me."

Natasha glanced up at Alia with teary eyes.

"You deserve someone better, because I'm not good." Natasha continued.

"Neither am I." Alia broke her off.

The woman looked at her like it was the first time she could see clearly. She put her hand up and cupped Alias cheek.

"Can I get a chance to put it right?" The woman asked the redhead.

Alia nodded, not releasing her mothers eyes from hers. Natasha smiled and pulled Alia in to a hug. Then Alia finally cried, her tears running down her rosy cheeks. The girl buried her face in her mothers neck, smelling her flowery perfume. Her tears dripped onto Natasha's shirt but Alia couldn't stop them.