Avenger or Assassin? (UNDERGOING HEAVY EDITING)

Blood And Lies

{Natasha}

I awoke strapped to a cold, stiff object. I lost track of how long I'd been here a while ago. Lines, like on a motherboard within a computer, ran through its clear surface. The lines glowed blue and some separated from the board and attached themselves to my head. The board pivoted till I was standing straight up, the only things keeping me from falling forward being the straps around my torso, arms, and legs. My head dropped forward and my matted red hair fell in front of my face.

I cried out in pain as the nodes attached themselves to other points in my body. It didn't matter if I was covered in blood and dirt. I coughed, and the nodes buzzed and pulsated. I lifted my head for a second, and saw the Winter soldier all but materialize in front of me.

"Hello, Natalia," he smiled. It was a cold smile, with nothing meaningful behind it. "Do you remember me?"

"I have a habit of not remembering the monsters in my life," I said. I looked down at my bindings. They fizzled blue, keeping me on the table. I remembered him too well. While I was in the Red Room, Bucky trained alongside me. I yanked at the restraints and they burned me, creating dark red welts in my skin. "Why do you want me?"

"Welcome to 2R, Red Room's successor. We've been hunting down and killing the remaining Black Widows, and you're the only one left," Bucky smiled. "We're going to brainwash you till you remember who you really are. A cold blooded, murderous assassin. Who kills ruthlessly. Doesn't matter who, when, what, where."

"You are going to create a monster," I spat. He flicked his fingers and sent a zap up my back. I convulsed painfully, throwing my head back to relieve the pain, but it didn't work. I screamed as he sent more pain shooting up my back. "Remember the Red Room, Natalia?" He hissed. My mind flashed and the scene around me changed. I was back at the training academy with the other dancers. In the dream they were my friends, smiling at me. Then I was strapped to a metal table, rushing down a hallway to the graduation ceremony. Doctors in lab coats with needles and surgical items. They pinned me down, holding me against the cold metal as I thrashed and squirmed.

There was a snap and I was back in the cold room, Winter still standing in front of me. I was sweating, even though it was cold. "I'm not going back," I choked. I didn't want to admit it, but there was no way I could get out of this mess. He snapped his fingers again.

Another image flashed through my mind, this one of the Avengers. They were in a city, it looked like Manhattan. Hulk was rampaging through the streets, throwing people around. Iron Man was shooting through buildings, his Iron Legion telling the people to collect so Hawkeye could shoot them. Captain was flinging his shield at cars, causing them to blow up. Falcon was picking people up, flying them to the tops of buildings and dropping them to the street below to their death. Thor was sending lightning bolts and shooting down people by the dozen.

It couldn't be real. But somehow I was standing among them, holding a gun. Winter was standing beside me. He raised his hand, gesturing to the carnage in front of me. "This can't be them," I said. "But it is them," he said. "They are ruining this city. Shoot them." I shook my head. I couldn't.

"SHOOT THEM!" Bucky roared.

"No," I said calmly, masking my utter terror. I dropped the gun. He attacked me, and I blocked, throwing him to the ground. We wrestled on the ground, both reaching for each other's throats. He had me pinned eventually, and I had my gun pushed up against his forehead.