Black Widow Imagines™️

Hyrdas baby.

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I feel like this could maybe be a part two...

I used google translate so I'm sorry if it's not correct.
желание = longing
ржавый= rusted
семнадцать= seventeen
рассвет = daybreak
печь= furnace
девять = nine
доброкачественный= benign
возвращение домой = homecoming

Enjoy!

YOUR POV

From day one you've been Hydras baby. Stripped from your mothers warm arms and into the cold bars of a cell. A bed made of steel with a small, musty bucket in the corner to do your business. Your clothes were tattered and little to none, and if you lashed out: straight jacket.

You were born a mutant, a skeletal hand of death holding a scythe with Hydra forming made of the blood from the innocent, ones that got away. Hydra was a wolf with a silver spine... and from day one you've been their prey.

Hydra ripped your soft, pure white wings from your back. Now prominate, dried blood painting your flesh as jagged scars were left. You were angry. Hydra took away your freedom. What good were birds if they were caged and deprived a home?

While in Hydras care, you went on a lot of missions with The Winter Solider. The two of you were the black angel of death. Though, Hydra favored you over him. You were better and more precise and you had the scars to show for it.

Eventually you managed to escape and go into hiding until it was a little safer for you. When you came out, it was no sooner that you ran into Nick Fury. Fury wanted to recruit you as an Avenger amongst a few others.

This was your chance. Your silver lining. Agreeing with his offer I made myself comfortable amongst the other hero's. I was closed off most of the time, the others not knowing past... other than Natasha Romanoff.

I was comfortable with her. Her arms provided me with safety and reassurance that I had a place here. A home. I let my guard down around her and let her fill my stomach with butterflies and my heart with compassion.

Both of us soon started dating, learning everyday about each other. We've both have tragic coming up story's, but somehow I knew something beautiful came out of us being broken. Like sprouting flowers amongst glass.

So it was only fair that the two of you, as girlfriends, went together with her hand on the small of your back into another Tony Stark party.

"I'm going to get a refill of my champagne, you want one love?" Nat leaned into me and whispered in my ear.

"I'm okay, I still have half a glass." I giggled, pecking her forehead before she nudged me a little before walking off.

"желание, ржавый, семнадцать, рассвет, печь, девять, доброкачественный, возвращение домой"

I heard whispered so softly in my ear, feeling my body tense as the monster hydra created came out, claws and teeth ready. My mind was hazy and clouded, hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

I turned around and bumped into a slicked back ebony haired man, five o'clock shadow on his face. He had a jagged scar going down his eye and cheek, nose semi crooked. His eyes were dark like black coffee, except they didn't hold warmth inside them.

"I want you to go undercover. Kill Agent Romanoff when you're alone and make it clean. Report back to Hydra when you've finished the job." His russian accent put a twist on the words.