Marvel & DC x Readers

My Little Spider- (Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader)

(A/N: okay, I found this in my drafts finished, I just never published it. So here it is. I'm going to add some names to my write list soon. Just really busy now.

Summary:  Natasha is being held hostage and tortured for S.H.I.E.L.D secrets. I don't know what else to say, just read it. Also the reader has powers

Warning: Language, tortured, kinda long,  

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“Had enough yet? Ready to talk?” The man asks as he pulls Natasha’s red locks, jerking her head back. Natasha glares up at the man, struggling against the chains that dug into her wrists and ankles. Her face was covered with black and purple bruises, her right eye was swollen, and blood stained her clothes.

Natasha’s chest heaved as she panted, her stomach growled, demanding food, and her dry tongue felt like sandpaper in her mouth. Natasha was exhausted and starving. She had been there for 4 days now and the man’s interrogation tactics were draining her energy. But Natasha had to stay strong. For (Y/N).

Natasha couldn’t just leave (Y/N) all alone in the world. (Y/N) was special. She was probably one of the most powerfulest people Natasha had ever met, but she was also the sweetest. (Y/N) never used her powers, she was to worried about hurting someone.

Wherever (Y/N) was she was smiling. She could make anyone smile or laugh, even in the darkest of times. (Y/N) was pure, the type that the evil world would crush in a heartbeat. That was why Natasha couldn’t leave her.

All Natasha could think about was leaving (Y/N) all alone to fend for herself and she wasn’t going to let that happened. Natasha was going to find a way to escape and see (Y/N)’s beautiful, smiling face again.

With all the strength she could muster, Natasha jerks her head forward and headbutts the man. He releases Natasha’s hair, grabbing his forehead, stumbling back.

Natasha smirks, spitting out some blood. The man growls, punching Natasha in the face one last time before heading for the door.

“Fine. If I can’t break you, maybe I can break her.” The man smirked, opening the door and pulls a person into the room by their hair. A familiar cry of pain fills Natasha’s ears.

“(Y/N)...” Nat calls, her voice hoarse. (Y/N) looks up at the sound of Natasha’s voice, her eyes filling with tears as she stares at Natasha’s swollen face.

“Nat! Oh my god, you’re alive!” (Y/N) tries to run over to her, but (Y/N) is yanked to the floor by a chain that was wrapped around her arms and locked to the floor. The man laughs, pulling (Y/N) up to her feet by the hair. (Y/N) yelps, tears running down her cheeks. Natasha’s eyes widen.

“(Y/N)! Let her go!” Natasha struggles against the chains holding her, trying desperately to get to (Y/N). The man laughs.

“Oh no, honey, the fun is just beginning.”  He slams (Y/N) to the ground, (Y/N) hits the concrete floor with a loud smack. (Y/N) tries to stand, but the man pushes (Y/N) back down with his foot. He punches (Y/N) hard, hitting her in the chest and face. (Y/N) doesn’t make any noise as the man beats her, part from a slight wince every so often, she just lays there. Natasha watches helplessly as the man kicks (Y/N) repeatedly, silent tears rolling down Natasha’s cheeks

“Stop! Please!” Natasha pleads, seeing tears pouring from (Y/N)’s eyes, wanting to help her. The man gives (Y/N) one last hard kick to the side and a loud crack echoes through the room. (Y/N) let's out a blood curdling cry of pain, holding her side the best she could with her arms still bound.