Romanogers Part 2💗

Chapter 11: Silence

*Natasha's point of view*

I fumbled down the dark cold corridor. Anything to get as far away from him as possible. My heart had already shattered into pieces when I left him at the airport but now he had just jumped on those pieces until they were nothing but dust. The man still walked behind me but this time, I wasn't being slow. I was gaining distance and he had to speed up. Adrenaline was running through my weak veins and I just needed a corner to cry in.

We finally came to my cell and by this time, the man had caught up to me and grabbed me by the arm to push me into the cell. I fell on the floor. I crawled my way over to the corner underneath the small window and sobbed. It started raining and I was getting wet but I didn't care. I held my head with my hands. My anger and frustration was all let out when I screamed at the top of my lungs. But it didn't help my emotional state. I was at rock bottom. My thoughts made me blind, or that could've been the tears.

How could he do this? He didn't even know if he loved me! Has he ever loved me?!  Or was this whole relationship built on a lie? Me getting away from bruce was pointless. I experienced love when he experienced another woman to add to his girlfriend list. Now he can add Sharon. Sharon. I hate that cow. I met her once and she just had a smug look on his face and turned the corner, swaying her hips side to side. How could Steve fall for her?! I know he doesn't have amazing standards since he went out with me but did he really stoop that low to be with her? Does he really love her?

I threw a small rock at the wall as hard as I could and I watched it shatter. It reminded me of... well me. I was broken. I'd never been this broken. I've been tortured for 4 months straight and I get to see my boyfriend, the man that has been keeping me going and has been my motivation to stay alive, and he has a girlfriend and doesnt even know he loves me.

Did Clint know? If Clint knew, he'd go crazy. He'd try and kill Steve but I knew he wouldn't have been able to win that fight. Clint angry is scary though, Steve would've probably cried if Clint did yell at him. I miss him. I need to talk to him. I need him to round up the Avengers and get me away from here. Away from him. I would stay with Clint until he went back to Laura, then I'd go with him to see Laura. Damn I miss him.

I spent the night crying myself in and out of sleep. The next few days, when I got taken in for the torture session, I didn't feel a thing. I was already hurt, I don't know how they could hurt me anymore. I was already broken so breaking bones would be useless. They'd slap me, punch me, whip me, stab me, I wouldn't even look at them. I just stared out the window. The small window in the corner. Blood would fall down my face but I couldn't care less. In my mind, I was already dead.

5 days after I saw him, I was hurt more severely than ever due to the lack of pain I felt. They'd hit me more to try and get a reaction, they never got anything. I had a broken ankle and my shoulder was dislocated.

A man walked in to my room and dragged me to what I thought was my next session. I hoped this would be the last one before I finally drifted but it was much worse. I was dragged passed the hell room and Steve's cell. I took a second look, I didn't want to care but I did. I cared so much about him.

I was pushed into a room. An actual room. No chains. No torture devices. An actual room. It looked familiar. It looked like the room I snuck into before they took me but this one was more grand. Fancy. Green? Why were the walls green? There was a desk in front of me but the chair was facing the wall, I couldn't tell if anyone was sitting on it. I looked around the room and I only just noticed a man standing beside me with cuts and bruise all over him, he had blonde disheveled hair and blue eyes. I realised who it was and I tried moving away from him but the guard behind me held me in place. I'm not sure how I was standing one foot to make sure I didn't put any weight on my broken ankle because I knew it would make it worse, so escaping would be harder. 
"Nat, just hear me out." Steve pleaded. But I interrupted.
"I think you've said enough." I spat, refusing to look at him.
"Don't do this. I've missed you so much! I love-"
"Back at it with the lies, Rogers. Your going to get a spot on the end of your tongue if your not careful."
"I'm trying to save our relationship! Your the one who ran away!"
"I ran away to protect you. I did everything I did for YOU! Don't you see that? I love you like crazy but you clearly don't feel the same so just cut the crap." I spat at him, pouring what's left of my heart into every word.
"Nat, you are the only one for me!"
"Is that what you tell yourself so you can sleep at night?!"
"Stop being like this!"
"Being like what? Stop being a bitch? Stop being truthful? Stop telling you exactly what I feel because you told me how you felt, VERY clearly."
"Nat-"
"Who else knows about you and Sharon?"
"What?"
"Who else knows that you couldn't wait any longer to jump is her arms? Who else knows that I'm a clown who loves someone who doesnt love me back?"
"Nat, that's not fair. I thought you were dead!"
"But I'm not, am I? I'm right here. Or am I a figment of your imagination? I'm not dead. I'm right here and I waited for you. The amount of men that hit on me when I was out in the open after I left was uncountable. But you know what? I said no to all of them. Because I had faith that I would see you again. Where's your faith?" I couldn't control the words leaving my mouth.
"Yeah Rogers, where's your faith?" A voice said from the desk. There was definitely someone in the chair. And I knew exactly who it was from the voice, that haunting voice.
"Bruce." I said as I realised that all of this was because of him. I notice steve look at me and back to the chair in disbelief.
"The one and only!" He turned his chair and he had a smug look on his face. "I wanted to turn around as soon as you walked in to see your beautiful face but I was interested in your fight. I guess you never should've left me."
"I don't regret leaving you. I regret who I left you for but I don't regret leaving you." I spat at him.
"Well. Tasha. I have been busy for the last 6 months! I have gotten some old friends from my past but mostly from yours. The Black Widow Training Academy, or what's left of them from when you and Clint destroyed them all volunteered to see you in pain. Hydra. KGB. And many other people." He told me and I felt a shiver go up my spine.
"Why am I here?" Steve said, angrily and confused.
"Rogers. You and me have something in common. We both, at some point, fell for the Black widow. You must have fell not very far considering you don't even know if you love her-" Bruce went on until Steve interrupted.
"That's none of your business. Get to the point. Why am I here if you want Natasha?" Steve spat at him.
"I thought that was obvious. No? Okay. Well, Stevey, Revenge. You took her from me and I was hoping you actually love her so I could rip her to shreds, not literally, in front of you but I guess I can still do it if you don't. You don't look like you hate her so you may not like it. And then you will live out the rest of your days knowing that Sharon will move on from you and Natasha will be mine until she passes. It's a win-win situation! Well, no. A win- lose situation. But I win so it's good." Bruce said. Steve's Fists clenched but didn't say anything.
"I'm sorry to tell the both of you but you two are sharing a cell together for a while." Bruce said standing up and walking passed the both of us, he walked out the door. "Come on, I'll show you to your cell." Bruce smiled, slyly. I wanted to punch him but I had no strength to hurt him.

We walked (I was being dragged but everyone else was walking) down the corridor. We went passed Steve's cell, my cell and the cell for torture. Where are we going? We got to the end of the corridor and Bruce signalled to a metal door that looked at though it was 6 inches thick. The guard who was dragging me, let me go and I began falling to the ground but I felt an arm pull me up before my face reached the cobblestone floor. It was Steve. He pulled me up to his side but I pulled away and stood on one foot like I did back in the other room. The guard opened the door and another guard behind us pushed us both into the room. I was correct in saying the door was 6 inches thick. The room was empty. Only a toilet sat in the corner. It was smaller than the other cells I've been in.
"Home Sweet Home." Bruce laughed. The door slammed and the sound of it echoed through the room. Silence.

End of Faith.