There she is, sleeping peacefully.
Her red hair is shining in in the moonligh who shines through her window. Something feels so familiar when I look at her. I have to say she's really beautiful.
Stop, Y/N stay focused on the mission. She tortured you for weeks. I make two steps closer, admiring her beauty and when I want to grab my gun she quickly moves, grabbing the gun under her pillow and point it on me.
I move my hands into the air, looking into her blue-green eyes. "Y-Y/N? Oh my god you're alive?" She asks surprised and gets up from the bed, still with the gun pointed at me.
"Yeah I'm still alive, I guess you didn't punched me enough to make me die." I answer and her face shows a confused gaze. "W-what do you-" She speaks and I use the chance and quickly grab my gun, pointing it at her too.
"Put your gun down." I order her. "Put yours down. Stop this nonsense now." She orders back but I won't thinking about, putting it down.
"Put. It. Down." I command again and she puts it slowly down. "Yes just like that. Put it down onto the floor and pull it towards me." I speak and she slowly puts the gun down onto the floor.
She pushes the gun with her feet towards me and when I lean down for taking it she grabs my wrist, pulling me towards her and hitting my face into her knee.
I stumble back, feeling a little bit dizzy and my eyes searching for hers. My gun lays on the floor because I let it fall wenn she pulled me towards her.
She has grabbed her gun again and pointing it at me, her expression is worried. "Y/N? Please tell me you remember me... I was looking for you the last eight months..." She breaks the silence and her eyes water.
I feel some butterflies in my stonach when she speaks, a familiar feeling but I don't know where I know it.
I push this feelings aside and focus on my mission. "Y/N? Please say something... is your nose hurting bad? I'm so sorry..." She continues speaking but I just start smirking.
"Poorly I don't remember you and your torture against me but Dreykov told me everything." I answer and her eyes widen. "It doesn't matter what he told you, he lied!" She yells and I can hear pain in her voice.
"Yeah sure he lied." I respond sarcastically. "He told me you would say that." I continue speaking, this time more serious.
"Y/N please... can't you remember me? Us? Did he really erased all of your memories?" She asks desperately and I feel again a familiar feeling in my stomach.
"Us?" I ask and raise my eyebrows but in this time the door opens and a man with a metalarm walks in, that has to be the wintersoldier. "Y-Y/N?" He asks surprised and quickly walks towards me but Nat stopps him.
At this moment I make a step forwards and grab her gun, pointing it at her. "Well, you get easily distracted, pretty red head." I speak with a big smirk on my face.
"Y/N stop this nonsense. Put the gun down. It's us, Nat and your dad." The guy with the long brown hair speaks. "Dad?" I repeat and laugh. "My dad died, because you killed him." I speak and point the gun now on him.
"I raised you! You biological father betrayed you!" He speaks with a louder voice. "James, she can't remember anything. What should we do now?" Nat asks as if I won't standing there.
"Uhm. Hello? I'm the one with the gun-" I speak but can't finish because the wintersoldier kicks my gun away and his fist lands in the middle of my face. I look at him before anything went black and my body falls onto the floor, but I can feel how some strong arms catching my falling body before I met the hard floor.
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My eyes flutter open slowly and I feel a bad headache. My nose is hurting too, I guess she's broken.
When I get to used the bright light, I slowly sit up and look around. I'm in a white cell on a hard bed, no windows, no clock, just a little batbroom with a toilet.
"Great. Now I'm locked." I speak frustrated to myself when I try to open the door.
The white wall next to the door change into a glass pane and I can see the red head and the wintersoldier standing there.
"Was that your great plan? Getting caught and locked in a cell?" Natasha says in a mocking tone and I cross my arms before my chest.
"Open the door and I'll show you my great plan." I shot back annoyed. "Nah, we already know how this ends. That's why you're now in a cell." She speaks and a little smile appears onto her lips.
"And now? You let me die in here? Torture me again?" I ask. "I never tortured you, Dreykov lied. You were raised with him, shows at the wintersoldier next to her, and then-" She stopps.
"Ah you have to think about what happened then huh? So much lies." I respond but she just shakes her head. "She doesn't lie Y/N. I raised you. You're my daughter." He says and looks at me.
Natasha turns quickly around and leaves. I can swear I saw some tears building in her eyes. "I'll go check on her. I'll bring you some dinner later." He speaks and turns around.
"It's nice to have you back, I missed you." He turns around again before he disappears through the door.
I sigh and walk back to the bed, taking a seat and start thinking about how I can escape here but my thoughts always go back to Natasha.
Why does it feel like I know her? In a positive way, not a negative. Did Dreykov really lied? Does Natasha lies? What should I believe? What is right and what is wrong.
After two hours the door opens and the wintersoldier walks in with Natasha right behind him. He carry a tray with a plate of food and a bottle of water.
He place it on the bed next to me and I look at the plate then back at him, thinking about if I should smash it into his face and try to escape.
When I notice the plate is porcelain I quickly grab it and smash it into his face. The plate breaks into shards and I get up, running towards the door but Natasha is faster.
She grabs my wrist and pulls my back towards her front, holding my wrists behind my back with one hand and the other hand is at my throat.
"Please, stop it." She begs me but I try to free myself of her grip. She tighten her grip around my throat and I gasp for air.
"Please, don't force me to do this. I don't want to hurt you Detka..." She speaks with a shaky voice and I feel some warmth in my heart when she calls me that.
I stop moving and she slowly let go of my throat. "Natasha?" I ask confused and she turns me around, looking at me with a hopeful expression.
I kick her legs so she falls onto the floor and groans. I straddle her lap and pin her hands above her head, looking into her deep blue-green eyes.
"You're too emotional." I say, forgetting that the wintersoldier is still in the same room. With one move she quickly turns our positions.
"I'm always on top." She whispers and I feel a heat between my legs. I get lost in her eyes and get out of my thought when I hear him clearing his throat.
We both look at him, he has a few cuts in his face but nothing bad. I start fidget under her and when her face is nearer to mine, I hit my head into her face.
"Y/N! Stop!" She yells, her lips are bleeding now and I feel kinda bad. But I push it aside and start screaming. "Shut up!" He yells and I bite into her arm.
When I don't stop she punches my face hard, knocking me out and again everything went black.
What day is today? Yes october 16... Natasha is oficially dead for a year😭
I miss her😭❤️🩹
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My hot stepmom (Natasha Romanoff)
Hayran KurguI was raised by my dad, James Barnes, others know him as Bucky the wintersoldier. When I was twelve he started dating a work colleague, the famous black widow. We got along pretty quickly and someday she moved in with my dad and me. When I turned...
