Right or Wrong? {complete}

Fears

Month 2 Natasha (POV)
I'm back at the tv. Except this time things are different. Im standing in an apartment. Steve's apartment. Curious, I look around me. I see a camera that's recording me about three feet away. I look in front of me and I see Steve. I watch dumbfounded as he gets on his knees and places his hands behind his head. He's wearing a blindfold. I look down, mistakenly, because I am made aware of the gun in holding. My body moves on it's on and I load the gun and aim it right at Steve. What am I doing? I need to stop. What am I doing? Thoughts race through my head. But once I pull the trigger my thoughts are silenced. For he only thing I hear is the ringing of the gunshot. The only thing I see is Steve's bloodied body falling limp to the floor.

I wake up screaming. Tears already on my cheeks. It was the same dream. It's always the same dream. I'm still in the same room. I think. Once again I'm strapped to the cold metal surface. Different men have been coming in every day and giving me two shots. One gets food into me. I'm not sure what the other one does, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with the nightmares. I know what you're thinking "I'm a top assassin and avenger. Why don't I just fight my way out of here." Well the truth is, I don't think I can. Steve died. Steve: the one person (other than Clint) who really cared and loved me. The one person who convinced me that "I could do it." Or that "everything would be alright." And I always believed him. He made me happy. He made me feel like I deserved to be happy. He has became such a big part of my life. And how am I supposed to just put that aside and keep living. I can't. I can't live without Steve Rogers.

"I bet your wondering what the needle does.?" Ivan says hanging above me. I keep silent. "Well if you won't talk I will. They bring out your main fears. And apparently yours has been the same." He tells me slightly annoyed. "Why—" he answers my next question without me fully asking. "When I remake you, I don't want any fears. So I need to know all of them before we start your procedure. Now I know I know all your dreams have been the same so far." He pints to the device on my head. "But shall we try again?" He asks as he pulls out a much larger needle.

****** sorry for the super short chapter guys. So I won't be able to write for the next few days so I'm really sorry. Just wanted to let you guys know. Much love♥️♥️