Just a wrong number story(,right?)

Chapter Twenty-two

Tw: Flashback, some kind of panic attack

Nat's POV:

Y/n's actually a really nice person. She can be really shy and polite at times, but cheeky and confident at others. That depends on who she is with, if she trusts them, how good they know her and other aspects.

Speaking of Y/n, we had been sitting on a couch together, her inbetween Yelena and me, watching a movie, when she fell asleep, her upper body leaning against mine and her legs on Yelena's lap. She looked so cute and peaceful.

"Yelena look, N/n looks just adorable" I whispered when the movie was over.

Y: "I know, right? When we were on the plane, she also fell asleep and had her head on my lap. She looked even cuter then. I think I took some pictures. Do you want to see them?"

"I'd love to"

She took out her phone and opened her gallery before handing it to me.

Y: "There they are. I didn't take that many."

"Она выглядит такой маленькой, как маленький ребенок" (She looks so small, like a young child)

Y: "ну, она все еще ребенок" (Well, she's still a kid)

"That's true. Anyways, I was thinking we could introduce her to the other Avengers tomorrow. Or is that too early?"

Y: "It should be fine, but we still gotta ask Y/n."

Y/n's POV:
(dream)

I found myself in a room that looks like it's straight out of a horror movie. There were dozens of syringes and needles everywhere.

My four/five year old self was strapped to a small chair by her ankles and wrists. Somehow I was in that body.

Then, a man appeared. He looked like he was in charge of the place.

"Good morning Prinzessin, today is a special day." He smirked.

Confusion and fear flashed over my face, but I didn't dare to respond.

"Today we're gonna give you even more powers. The strongest ever owned by humankind. With the help of a magical stone, which we recently got a hold of, you'll be able to destroy all the bad people out there. Are you looking forward to it?"

I didn't respond earning a slap to my face.

"Now now, don't ignore me. You don't want to face the consequences" he scolded with a stern tone.

"Y-yes, I am" I whispered barely audible.

"Good girl. Now, why don't you come with me to the best room of this facility?" he had that stupid smirk on his face again.

With that, he took the cuffs off and motioned for me to follow him. I didn't want to get into any trouble, so I obliged.

We walked for what felt like eternity and my small body could barely handle it. Eventually, we reached a room with even more tools. In the middle of the room was some kind of table with a few restrains as if it was meant for a person, for me.

The man who led me here, who I don't know the name of, picked me up and laid me on the table.

Then, several men appeared and approached me. Some fastened the restrains on me, while others took out some tools.

I was terrified at that point, but my face wouldn't falter. Something prevented me from showing emotions.

Liquids were inserted in my arms and legs making me feel like I'd die any moment. I wanted to scream and cry and god knows what else, but I couldn't. Not even a single tear managed to get out.