Control (Avengers Fan Fiction)

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Scarlett jolted awake, her eyes flying open. A bright light above her head blinded her and sent Scarlett into a panicked state. She tried to sit up, to move her hands and feet but it was no use. She was strapped to whatever uncomfortable thing she was laying on.

"Calm down. You aren't in danger."

"Says you." She grunted as she continued to writhe and move against the restraints. "Get that damn light out of my eyes."

The light was turned off, finally giving Scarlett the ability to see where she was. The room was set up like a lab and medical station. Looking down, Scarlett saw that a needle was in the back of her hand.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" She growled to Natasha.

"It's just to keep you hydrated. You haven't been eating since you got here."

"I won't die from it." She mumbled under her breath. "Take these damn things off of me."

"We can't do that, sweetheart." Tony spoke from a desk half way across the room. "Last time we tried to trust you not to flip out, you attacked Romanoff."

"I don't understand you people!" She raised her voice, throwing her head back to stare at the ceiling. "What do you want from me?"

"We want to know what you want, Scarlett." Steve answered her. "Do you truly believe that HYDRA is where you belong? Is that where you want to be?"

Scarlett locked her jaw and sent a brief glare to him.

"Are you willing to let us help you?" Natasha asked softly. "Growing out of what HYDRA has taught you will be a difficult process and it will require patience and discipline. It took me years to get out of some of the habits I was taught and some of them I still have to live with."

"You wouldn't help me if I wasn't your daughter." Scarlett wasn't happy. She disliked being chained to the uncomfortable bed even more than being handcuffed to a chair.

As she glared at her mother, something behind the redhead caught Scarlett's eyes. It was Bucky. She met his gaze just briefly before looking back to the ceiling and clenching her fists together tightly. Natasha could see her eyes getting glassy, like she was about to cry.

"Natasha." Wanda spoke in a hushed tone. "Let her sit up. She's not going to fight."

"That's what she wants you to think, Red." Tony shook his head.

"No, she's upset. She isn't going to fight. She needs to be alone right now. Processing this is difficult for her and having all of us in here to crowd her isn't helping."

Natasha looked back to the dark haired assassin on the bed. She let out a heavy breath before nodding her head.

"I'll take her to her room."

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"If you need someone to talk to...." Natasha trailed off as she uncuffed Scarlett. Without a word, she entered her room and the door shut behind her. "Will she be okay, Wanda?"

"Eventually." Wanda nodded her head and started to walk back to the elevator with Natasha. "She was willing to cooperate and get to know you, maybe establish some sort of relationship. But with what the Winter Soldier did.... It's difficult for her to even look at Bucky, Natasha. She trained with him from a young age and he always showed no regard for her life. He was the monster she was afraid of as a child."

"But Bucky isn't like that. She'll understand eventually."

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