Some people are meant to FALL in love with each other but aren't meant to BE with each other....
"I'm coming... I need you to stay on the coms... I need you to.. just.. just stay alive."
I hear nat beg of me.
I glance down at the broken controls a...
Steve and Natasha (POV) Month 8, Natasha: it's like I'm in some alternate world. Everything feels so real. I only know it's fake because I've been here before. I glance down at my hands and move them around recognizing how life like this is. I feel my face and notice my skin feels much younger. I look around but not before a gun is shoved into my hand. "ты так слаб, как ты думаешь? Стреляй в нее!" (Are you as week as we think you are? Shoot her already) someone yells at me in Russian. I look down to see my hand aiming the pistol at a young girl. "нет." (No) I reply but still I find I pull the trigger.
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"что я сделал?" What have I done? I ask myself. The girls blood splatters on my face as her limp body falls to the floor. "Мне очень жаль." I'm so sorry. I whisper to the girl even though she is lifeless. "подготовить ее к операции." (Prep her for surgery.) I hear someone say.
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(Just FYI: that is the machine Ivan put Natasha in. It's just like a memory machine but it's like real life.) I feel someone grab me by my shoulders and push me out of the room. Another large man rushes over and shoves me down on a stable. I sit up again and I'm about to scream when a hand covers my mouth and forces me down once again.
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It's just like I remembered it. My arms and legs are strapped down and I'm wheeled into another room for surgery. I hear people laughing and girls screaming. I hear the sound of a whip striking something. Or someone. I know the feeling well. Sure the surgery is only memory but the machine makes it So life like that I can feel it. I can feel the pain. They keep me awake for it, just like before. But they drug me so that I can't move my body. I can only feel. I helplessly watch as the cut into me in various places. I watch as surgeons lift and put down bloody tools.
