Natashas POV Washington Dc 2014
I was running for my life, darting through the darkened streets with Steve by my side, adrenaline coursing through my veins. The relentless agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.—or, more accurately, Hydra—were closing in on us, their shouts echoing through the night. With every step, the weight of betrayal hung heavily in the air, a constant reminder of just how precarious our situation had become. I could hear the faint echoes of footsteps behind us, pushing me to run faster, to evade capture, and to find a way to escape this nightmare.
As we rounded a corner, something flickered in my peripheral vision. A flash of movement caught my eye, and for an instant, I swore I saw bright, fiery red hair streaming past me, almost like a flame dancing in the wind. It was striking amid the chaos, vibrant and alive. A primal urge stirred within me, something I couldn't quite understand, yet it compelled me to follow. Could it be?... No, there's no way it's Y/n.
Without thinking, I turned sharply, veering off the path Steve and I had been taking. My heart raced, not just from the chase but from an inexplicable pull toward that fiery red. It felt as if an invisible thread had wrapped itself around me, guiding me forward.
"Nat! What are you doing?!" Steve yelled, his voice laced with confusion and concern. I could hear his footsteps behind me, but I didn't respond to his frantic call. Instead, I felt myself drawn deeper into the unknown, the red hair flaring like a beacon in the distance.
"Natasha!" he called again, urgency and worry coloring his tone, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to follow this mysterious presence. It felt familiar, almost as if it were calling to me from a place buried deep within my memories, a connection I couldn't fully grasp but knew I had to explore.
With each stride, I chased after the vibrant hue, a sense of destiny entwined with my pursuit. The world around me blurred; the sounds of our pursuers faded into the background as I focused solely on the enigmatic figure ahead. Who was this person with the fiery red hair? What did it mean? Despite the risks, I felt an overwhelming urge to find out, as if fate itself had pulled me in this direction.
As I pressed on, Steve's footsteps grew fainter behind me, but I was too absorbed in the chase, the call of the red hair echoing in my mind like a long-lost song. Every instinct told me I was meant to be here, meant to chase this fleeting vision. What awaited me at the end of this chase was still a mystery, but it felt like something I couldn't ignore, something essential to my very being.
But just then, the red hair disappeared, leaving me momentarily stunned. I stopped running, scanning my surroundings in a frantic search for that elusive figure. Before I could fully process my disappointment, I felt Steve's hand grab mine, his grip firm and determined. "Come on!" he urged, pulling me back into motion as we resumed our flight, urgency pushing us forward to escape Hydra's grasp.
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Word count: 570
So sorry for the short chapter I just wanted to give her a chance to see Y/n without fully meeting her, might come back and edit later
anywaysss I hope you enjoyed it so far, also feel free to leave suggestions!
Sincerely annyomusperson13
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Your on your own Kid (Natasha Romanoff x reader/daughter)
ActionWhen Natasha was 17 (2002) she had a child... a daughter in fact named Y/n but when Y/n was just 1 years old she was taken from her mother. Natasha tried so hard to not let the red room take her but she couldn't and soon after she escaped and had be...
