Fallen

1: I'm Sorry

N: Clint? Hello? C-clint!

[Natasha?! Oh my fucking god Natasha where are you?!]

N: Clint help me. Please, please help me

[Oh My fucking goodness Natasha, we're coming. Sshh, stop crying, we're coming okay? We'll rescue you]

N: Hurry Clint, I-I am--

*static noise*

N: Goddamn it!

Natasha was forced to lay down on the bed again, tears were still flowing down from her eyes. She didn't expected for this to go far, she thought rescue was on its way since the first day she was kidnapped.

Loki entered her room with a devilish smirk. His presence made her tremble.

L: Want to do something fun Agent?

N: Get away

L: Ooh, that scares me

Natasha rolled her eyes in disgust and faced her back on him, trying to ignore him.

Loki had sensed something was wrong. It was either her or something bad will happen. Nevermind, he ignored the feeling and went outside her room, locking it for her not to escape.

The redhead was patiently waiting for the rescue like what Clint said so, and she hopes, soon, she would be rescued.

L: Natasha? Did you by any chance had some bath? The water is working now

N: I'm fine

L: I thought humans showers all the time, don't you?

N: Stop talking nonsense and get the hell out of my door

L: OUR door, correction babygirl

N: Whatever

This made Loki left her door and do something fun to keep him company in the mortal world.

Afterall, being with her is a good company, he likes it.

BOOOOOMMM!

The door was crashed down, Loki knew it was the Avengers and immediately head to Natasha's room where she panicked.

His eyes widened when he realized who she called through phone.

L: HOW DARE YOU!

N: Loki...

C: NATASHA!

N: CLINT!

Loki then made a quick move, he strangled Natasha and pointed a knife at him that appeared from thin air and gritted his teeth

L: Come closer... And Natasha will die

T: Do not hurt her!

L: Traitor

S: Let go of Natasha! Stop it Loki!

L: And what makes you think I'll do that?

C: Let her go Loki! Give Natasha back to us!

L: She was never yours. She is mine

Loki didn't saw the upcoming gunshot from his back and was startled, although it doesn't kill him, he still felt pain.

Without thinking, he stabbed Natasha on her stomach that made everyone gasped as they attacked Loki who was taken down.

Clint ran to Natasha immediately who laid flat on the floor, her stomach bleeding

C: Oh my... Natasha! Natasha stay with me! Stay awake!... B-blood???

His fingers ran through her thigh and saw blood. He was confused. He was shocked and startled by the fact that Natasha, was pregnant, with Loki's child... And Loki killed it

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Light... She saw a light...

Her eyes blinked open as she realised it wasn't her room anymore... It was the Avengers Tower. Clint was beside her, reading a magazine and still wasn't alert that she was awake

N: C-clint?

Her voice was husky, Clint's eyes widened as he folded the magazine and placed it on top of the table.

C: Natasha! You're awake!

N: Clint? W-where's Loki? What happened

C: Loki's in the cell now, you're safe. Doesn't matter.

Natasha threw her head back and sighed, feeling a pain in her stomach

C: Are you okay? Do you need anything?

N: I'm fine... Thanks.

C: Nat, I have something to tell you

Natasha titled her head his way and shot a confused look, waiting for him to continue

C: Did Loki... Did... Anything to you? Or... You know

N: H-he raped me, that was months ago

C: Shit

N: Shit? Why? Is anything wrong?

C: Bullshit! I'll kill that motherfucking bastard!!!

N: Clint calm down! Tell me what's wrong!

C: Dr. Cho was right Natasha. Y-you...

Clint couldn't say it, although it was Loki's child, it was still his niece, if Loki couldn't take care of that baby then he would have had that job, unluckily, it died

N: Clint what? Tell me

C: Y-you were... Pregnant... Loki stabbed you, it... It killed the baby

Tears

Damn tears.

She hated tears.

It was flowing down from her eyes. She feel pain, it was as if her chest was crumbled.

It was her dream to have a child, to feel like what it is to have a responsibility of taking a child and watch her grow up. Doesn't matter whether who's father it was, what matters is that she felt having one too.

N: T-the... The baby... D-died in my w-w-womb?

Her voice cracked

C: I'm sorry Natasha, I'm really sorry

He took her hands and held it tightly, feeling sad for her

C: We could have saved you earlier, the child would have survived Natasha. I'm sorry, I'm sorry Nat

N: I... Lost... My baby

C: Natasha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry

N: Baby

Her other hand travelled to her belly, wanting to cover her ears and believe that a child was still in it, that it survived, that it would come out sooner.

C: Natasha...

N: My baby... No