Romanogers One - Shots

Tili Tili Bom {Natasha & Steve}

Warnings: violence, panic attacks, rape mentions, self harm.

<Natasha>

Tili tili bom
Closet your eyes quickly,
Someone's walking by the window,
And knocking at the door.

Two guards dragged me roughly down the hallway to a cell. The cement floor was freezing and my teeth chattered loudly as I limped along with them, trying to keep up the pace. They brought me into a room with a chair rigged with all sorts of machinery. Ivan and Madame B sat at a table.

The guards shoved me into the chair, forcing me to sit up and stop my shivering.

"What was your mission, Natalia?" Ivan asked.

"Eliminate the foreign diplomat at a meeting in a church," I said, almost out of habit. They'd drilled this mission into me for months, insisting that the first one was always the most important.

"And did you do so?"

"No," I whispered. I ducked my head down.

"NO fear, Natalia!" Madame B shouted, making me flinch. "You are seven. No fear. Fear is for babies."

"Yes, Madame B," I said.

"Begin the process," Ivan said, pressing a button. "She must learn to not fail."

The chair dipped back, as bindings popped out and held my ankles and wrists down. Something clamped into my temples, sending needles of pain through my head. I held myself as still as possible, till it was too much. I screamed, one long unending note, Ivan and Madame B smiling all the while.

Tili tili bom
Can you hear the birds through the night?
He's already made his way into the house,
For those who cannot sleep

The door to my room flew open and clanged against the wall, waking all the girls, scrambling to try and protect themselves. Handcuffs jerked against my wrist, reopening the slices. Blood trickled down my arms.

Ivan strode in, cold, tall, hardened. He showed me his watch. 12:01 AM. "Happy birthday, my little one." He grabbed my wrist harshly and undid the cuff. "Come with me."

It was always so, so cold. He led me out to the courtyard where we sparred. Barbed wire lined the top of ten foot concrete walls. I knew better than to try to escape. The last girl's grave was still fresh.

Another girl barely older than me stood in the middle of the courtyard. She had a bag over her head, but I could hear sobs. Other girls lined up, taunting me.

"8 years old, Natalia," Ivan smiled at me. "Make your kill streak 80." He handed me a gun. Loaded with three rounds. No, no, no. Another force lifted my arm, pulled the trigger, and forced myself to watch as the bag on the girl's head turned red, soaking and dripping.

She didn't drop. She pulled the bag off her head and walked towards me. Ivan forced me still as she limped.

"You cannot wash out this much red," she hissed and blood poured out of her orifices. I shrieked, but Ivan kept me there as the blood stained the concrete and my toes and feet. The students cheered in the background, hooting and hollering for me and my kill streak.