How it came to be. {UNDER REVISIONS__ WILL BE CONTINUED AFTER I FIX THIS SHIT}

Tony shut up

"Hey, we can cancel this if you're having second thoughts." Steve said as he pulled the top of his suit over his head.
But I didn't hear him, I had spaced out, thinking of the Red Room and what they had done to me. Suddenly I wasn't in my room.
"James is alive?! I thought he was killed when I was four." I asked.
"That's what we thought." Madam B. grumbled. I was scared when I had been called to her office, I thought I was going to be sent to torture.
"We need you to eliminate him." Madam B said.
"Why?" I asked as politely as possible.
"YOU DO NOT ASK QUESTIONS GIRL, YOU DO AS YOU ARE TOLD WITHOUT HESITATION, I thought we had taught you this, but it seems you need to be reminded. Go with Ivan." I was scared, but I refused to show any emotion, I followed immediately, even though I knew what was going to happen. For the next twelve hours I was beaten and whipped until my fourteen year old body had been beaten to its limits. The next day I was sent to eliminate James. My vision switched to a old house in St. Petersburg, I snuck into the house and found my twelve year old brother alone, his adoptive parents had left him. I snuck up behind him and quickly got him in a choke hold. I didn't have a gun because I was in a rural neighborhood. He struggled and twisted but he couldn't get away from me. I had grabbed a hammer from one of their drawers and broke both his legs, I zip tied his arms behind his back and straddled his chest.
"WHO ARE YOU?!?!" He yelled, but none of his neighbors where home, I made sure."
"Natalia Alianova Romanoff, I am insulted you don't remember me, you're own sister."
I remember his screaming vividly when I slit his throat, the way his body suddenly fell limp in my arms.

When the sene changed I was back to reality Steve was standing in front of me, he looked concerned.
"Natasha, are you OK?"
"Yes."
"What happened?"
"Flashbacks."
"Will you tell me what they where about."
"Murdering my brother." I answer calmly as I tried to swallow the lump in my throat and tears threatened my eyes. So I turned around and grabbed my belt to put on.
"Natasha." Steve said caringly with love.

"Hey, what took you guys so long?" Tony asked with mock suspicion and wiggled his eyebrows.
"Shut up Tony." Steve and I said at the same time as Steve sat in the drivers seat and I climbed in the front passenger side.
"What where you doing???" Tony asked with the same suspicion and eyebrow movement.
"Nothing." Steve said.
"Oh really." Tony asked the same way. Why couldn't he just mind his own business? I snapped and whipped around.
"If you have to know I was having flashbacks about Killing my brother!" I said angrily threw gritted teeth. Bruce looked scared, but Tony shut up.

Suddenly 30 minutes later Tony asked.
"You KILLED your brother?!?!?!"
"TONY SHUT UP!!!"