The Lost Daughter

She wont like those

Anastasia let a tear run down her face, "Strucker, he said he wanted to make me like my mother." She said, voice shaky. Suddenly, Clint spoke up "Who's your mother?" He asked curiously.

Anastasia sniffled, "I wouldn't know, all he told me was that she trained with Madame Bakshi." She explained "He also gave me this torn photo of me as a baby. There's someone holding me, I think it's my mom." Anastasia said, teaching into her back pocket and pulling out a disheveled picture.

Anastasia handed them the photo. They all huddled up to look at the picture. Suddenly, Natasha started to hyperventilate. No-no, it couldn't be, could it really be her?.

"You ok Nat?" Clint whispered to his best friend "Yeah, I'm just, tired." The spy said.

Clint followed as Natasha walked away from the scene. Natasha sat on a cold metal bench "Nat, what's wrong with you?" He asked his best friend "It's h-her." Natasha replied shakily as a tear ran down her face "Who?" Clint asked in confusion as Natasha pulled out a picture from her pocket.

Clint took the photo from her hand and looked down. It was her, young and she was holding something but it looked as it was torn in half. "Natasha, I don't understand." Clint said "I'm holding my daughter in that picture." Nat said sobbing through her words "What does that have to do with-" Clint gasped in realization.

"Natasha, how'd she get with Hydra?" Clint asked as Natasha sniffled.

•flashback•

Natasha sang as she rocked her baby to sleep. She had been running from Hydra and the Red Room, they wanted her baby. Wanted to turn Anastasia into a monster, just like they did with her. Natasha refused to let that happen.

"Hush little baby don't say a word, mamas gonna buy you a mocking bird." Natasha sang sweetly as she put her baby girl to rest in her crib.