Control (Avengers Fan Fiction)

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Natasha lingered outside of Scarlett's door. She had just finished making a couple calls when she decided to go and talk to Scarlett.

"Who's standing out there?" Scarlett spoke. Natasha didn't know how she was able to tell that someone was standing outside her bedroom door. The Widow had been silent.

"It's.... It's just me." Natasha spoke. "I wanted to check on you, to see if you were hungry or something."

"I'm fine."

Natasha nodded her head, her eyes flickering to the elevator just down the hall.

"Did he tell you I spoke to him?"

"Yes." The Widow answered quietly. She knew Scarlett was referring to Bucky. "He was very happy about it."

"I don't get it."

"What are you talking about, Scarlett?" Natasha leaned against the door with her head back and her eyes on the ceiling.

"If you want a chance at being parents, just have a kid. Try again. I-I'm not worth the trouble this is going to cause."

Natasha's green eyes glossed over with tears.

"I can't have kids anymore. And.... I don't want to adopt a baby just to bring them into this kind of life knowing that they couldn't take care of themself. I missed out on a lot with you, Scarlett, and I regret so much but what happened, happened and neither of us can change it."

"Do you really think I can change?"

"I know you can." A soft smile came to the redhead's lips. "I was just like you when I was your age and I like to think that I'm a better person now than I was then."

Scarlett was silent.

"The guys upstairs were talking about ordering a few pizzas. What kind do you like?"

".... Cheese."

Natasha smiled and nodded her head.

"I'll be back in a few."

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Scarlett paced along the windows. She didn't like cooperating but she knew that it was either that or she could face HYDRA. There was no way she would be able to live as a functioning agent of theirs with the information she had learned. They clearly didn't want her to know of her parents and they did their best to make sure she remained in the dark. They were willing to lie to her.

Scarlett also didn't like how she was confined to a bedroom. However, she wouldn't complain about it. She wasn't strapped to a bed or a chair anymore and she had the ability to move around.

Her eyes flickered over to the desk on the opposite side of the room. On the desk were papers to her file. She began to move towards the desk when someone knocked on the door.

"It's me." Natasha spoke. "I'm going to open the door, okay?"

"Yeah." Scarlett went to the desk and shuffled through the papers.

"You've been busy." Natasha commented, nodding to the mess on the desk.

"Just trying to keep myself occupied." Scarlett shrugged her shoulders. Natasha sat a plate of pizza down on the top of one of the dressers.

"You need clothes." She turned to her daughter. "Wanda and I are going to go out tomorrow and get you some. Are you more comfortable around men or women?"

"Neither. Why?" Scarlett didn't like the question Natasha had asked.

"To get through this process you'll need a psychologist."