When you Awoke{Romanogers}

Ch 82

A/N: mentions of gore, past suicide attempt, and PTSD.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED
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Locked up in a rotting cell.
Decaying. Broken. Lifeless
Hanging from the ceiling connected to old, rusted wires. Pitiful.
They expected better. She expected better.
Her eyes. Once a bright shade of emerald green, sucked out into a dull shade.
She waited for the next experiment. To see if they could replicate the serum once more.
They were so close to finding the perfect copy. She is their best agent, what better person to test on than her!
She had scars running down her back in criss cross patterns from whipping her when she refused.
A loyal agent she is, or more correctly, was.
They planned to wipe her memory after this, probably send her to kill the President of the United States while their at it. Something to keep her busy.
Multiple pools of blood lay below her feet; she got lost in them. Vision swirling in the puddle of scarlet red. She was barely conscious as it is, feeling the phantom pain lulling her into the darkness once more when the injections began.
~X~
"Subject R-04101964 ,also known as Natasha Romanoff: found disloyal to the Red Room and was sent to test for the reproduction of the Super Soldier Serum. Test was successful and Romanoff was later sent to have all memory's wiped of the experience except that she was injected with the serum. Was found trying to kill the president only one week later.
Suffered major wounds from the experience. Multiple scars across her back and hole punctures where it was assumed wires were placed. Holes found under both hands and a bullet wound on the left side of her abdomen
The words "Black Widow" are tattooed onto her neck, a sign that she was in fact, the feared agent the Red Room had.
Subject R was sent to stay with Subject S-03011941, also known as Steve Rogers, to care for each other. Director Fury has stated that both will have many things to talk about due to,"similar like events,".
He has asked you to keep an eye on these two. Watch them closely, and see if they are ready for the next 'step'.
The man set down the paper and gave a small smirk. He pulled an arrow out of his quiver, fired it, and waited for a reply. Seconds later, a reply came back.
"F off Clint"
The blond let out a boisterous  laugh, startling the birds in the tree he was perching in.
~X~
Forgiving was easy, forgetting was not.
Straying away from her new companion was proving to be a rather..difficult task.
Such a trusting personality, it might be a heartbreak for him when she leaves. Escapes
They thought they saved her, but she's going straight to hell. They told her to listen, to obey. Her memory only went back so far, then faded into enteral darkness. She was just an illusion, a vision of something beautiful. "I'd rather take one whole hour of a day to escape reality," she told her companion. "Why?" Why. The question burned in her brain. He had no right to ask that. But, he did. Flipping her arm over to show the hole in her wrist, she narrowed her eyes at him, showing her vulnerable side. "I'm done living."
She stalked off after that, her companion staring questionably at her. Natasha didn't noticed the reverence burning through his eyes.
Steve liked her alright, Natasha never noticed.
~X~
The mind numbing chill seeped into his bones when he awoke from his sleep. A feeling he kept whenever he slept. The dreams plagued him every night, and his new living partner was supposed to help him with this. Directer Fury told him that he and Natasha weren't so different, but all they did was bicker and disagree on most things. He liked her for this, she was someone who didn't see Captain America, but Steve Rogers. He wasn't someone to back down, and neither was she. Steve wasn't as outgoing as she was, and Natasha wasn't as cheerful as he was. But there was some mutual respect there, even if most didn't see it.
Steve was always a curious boy, even more as a adult. Bucky had said it would get him in trouble one day; Bucky was always right.
He didn't mean to ask Natasha about herself. But it was the thing that drew him away from her, the boundaries back up in place, her eyes no longer looking up at him the way they used too. Scorching anger glared at him through  slitted eyes. He saw the scars of her past, and Steve swore he could see the raw, puckered flesh when it was first inflicted. Regret pooled through his stomach as Natasha stalked off, and he wished he was brave enough to call her back.
~X~
He woke up in a cold sweat again.
Bucky, Peggy, Everyone.
Steve thought these dreams would subside, but since Natasha has been ignoring him, they came back. It was to dangerous for him to sleep, for all he would see was his friends die right in front of him.
You're weak Steven.
You'll always be.
I'm sorry I can't be the man you want me to be.
Steve! You can't just leave us!
He could feel the stress piling on top of him, a weight he could not bear alone.
  He needed to cool off, to "relieve " said stress.
Steve would always paint when he couldn't sleep, and now was a chance to do so.
Pulling the sheets off of him and only putting on baggy pants, he softly padded into the art room, careful not to wake Natasha.
When he got there, Steve swore he was seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.
Natasha was staring out a large glass window, the starry sky illuminating her. Her eyes reflected the stars in a way Steve wanted to remember forever, and her hair was lined perfectly around her face.
She was wearing nothing but a large, grey jacket, which was starting to fall off her back in waves, revealing the scars beneath it. It reminded Steve of a fallen angel, her wings broken and useless, yet still hold their pure perfection.
He silently took out a large canvas and some paints, praying that Natasha didn't move from the spot and see him.

Almost an hour passed, and Steve was almost finished. Suddenly, he heard a shuffling noise behind him and stopped painting, his brush dripping purple paint into the floor.
"How long were you painting me, Rogers?" A melodic voice sounded behind him. Steve gulped; he'd been caught. "An hour," he said nervously, his skin starting to sweat.
He felt Natasha's fingers touch his skin delicately, setting him on fire. "It's very beautiful, you have me exactly right.
She moved to bend down next to him, and Steve caught her challenging stare.
"I..I was planing on framing it so you could see." Steve stuttered. He almost never stuttered!
"That's a lie. You were always bad at that."
Steve tensed up, and she smiled. "But I wouldn't mind having it." He felt her warm breath closed to his, and Steve felt his nervousness bump up to over 9000. 
Steve opened his mouth to speak, but she placed a finger over his mouth. "It's not your time to speak. I have some explaining to do."
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A/N: I think I did good. Man, this was over two weeks due, but it took me so long to get the plot started.  So if you don't get it:  Steve and Natasha were both victims of torture and war. Steve has woken up 70 years later and Natasha, now a SHIELD Agent that recently joined after being rescued from the Red Room by Clint, have been sent to live with  each other on orders by Fury.
Also, there are three references in this. To find two of them, watch the Avengers Academy Student ID trailer and pay attention to the bottom of the cards. The third one is easy.

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        ~Forever RedWind