Redemption (Brutasha Highschool Au)

Chapter 14

Recap from last chapter...

Bruce's POV

"Wait!" I shout, just before scary dude blindfolds me again. "How...How is Natasha? Is she alright?" Madame B looks at me, a befuddled look on her face. "Bruce, you DO realise she is the one who got you here in the first place, right?" "Ya..." I mumble. And you are her boss... "But if you are really curious, she is doing JUST fine at the moment..." I haven't miss out the 'JUST' in her sentence.

I am just thinking about one thing during my trip back to my cell room:

"I hope Natasha is alright..."

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At the Same Time...

Natasha's POV

I crouch at a corner of my room, silent tears streaming down my face. I stifle back a sob. I hope Madame B doesn't hear me... I don't want to be punished again... My thoughts slowly drift to Bruce. I... I wonder if Bruce is okay? I hope he is... I regret dragging him to this mess, and I really want to apologize to him! I may deserve this, but he doesn't! I let out a tired sigh.

Why did I agree to be part of this mess in the first place...?

FLASHBACK

Natasha was around five years old. Her parents had just died in a car accident, and she was at the hospital, not knowing what it was. She received a call from the police, and came to the hospital immediately, knowing something bad must have happened. She hates hospital. Hospital means something bad had happened to people. Some passerby gave her a pitying look as they saw her sitting outside the operation room, waiting for her parents that will never come back.

Soon, the police officers arrived. They brought her to a nearby police station, and they finally broke the news to her. She stared at them in shock... then started laughing. "No way," she said, "There's no way Mommy and Daddy are gone! I just saw them yesterday!" The officers gave her pitying looks. There was it, PITY again. She hates pity, why give her pity when she doesn't deserve it? Pity doesn't help.

When she realized the officers aren't joking, she stopped laughing, and tears started to form. She may be five, but she KNEW what being dead means. She knew it means...

She is never seeing her mommy and daddy again.

And then she ran. Ran away from the officers, ran out of the police station and onto the street. Passerby gave her a surprised look as she bumped into them. She turned around a corner, and hid in an alleyway. She watched as the officers ran past her.

Natasha closed her eyes, then count to three. Her mommy once told her, when she needed them, she just have to count to three, and they would be there. It doesn't always work, but it was worth a try, right?

She closes her eyes.

One...

She could hear footsteps walking towards her.

Two...

The footsteps stopped in front of her.

...Three!

Natasha opened her eyes eagerly, thinking mommy and daddy had found her, and were here to bring her home, back to their apartment and watch TV together and call it a day. Instead, she saw a blonde woman, looking down at her with a smirk. There is a huge scar across her left face, and she was holding... is that a GUN!?

Eyes widened, Natasha let out a yelp of terror and start to slowly back up against the alleyway until she hit the wall. She looked around, and realized there was no place for her to escape to. She looked at the blonde woman in fear.

Slowly, the woman crouched down until she was at the same eye level as her. "What are you doing here, sweetie?"she asked, seemingly concerned. Natasha regarded her for a moment, then replied,"I... I ran away..." The woman then asked her again,"Why?"

Why...?

"Be-Because my mommy and daddy are dea-dead! They are ne-never coming back for m-me..." She looked up at the woman again, expecting to see pity again. To her surprise, there was no pity in her eyes. Instead, there was... understanding?

"Oh... I know how you feel, young one. My parents left me too, you know. How about this, child, I will give you a home, but in return you will have to do some... services for me, when you are older." She held out a hand to her.

"Deal?"

Natasha looked at the hand for a moment, then made the worst decision in her whole life.

She took her hand. "Deal!" The blonde woman pulled her up. "What is your name, child?"the woman asked. "My name is Natasha, what is yours?" The woman chuckled. "Oh... I don't really use my real name anymore. Just call me Madame B, Natasha."

Together, they walked down the street, hand in hand...

From them on, Natasha became a part of the Red Room. She didn't know she was actually in a gang, and the things that they were doing were actually illegal. She thought she was just like any other kid, NORMAL. She was personally trained by Madame B with a group of other children. She... She told them the best will become her right-hand, her best operative...

The Black Widow...

And she did. She became the best, the best out of all the trainees. Madame B disposed of the rest, and only she was left. People in the gang FEARED her. They KNEW she was strong, the very BEST, Madame B's favorite even...

But they never knew the price she paid.

FLASHBACK ENDS

I take a deep breath, then start to stand up shakily. I can't take this anymore... I wipe my tears dry, then walk towards the door, steps not wavering once. I can't stay here and do nothing, knowing my FRIEND is in trouble... I take out a metal wire that I secretly hid in my pocket. Bruce... I am coming for you... I pick the lock with caution, until I finally hear a satisfying 'click!'. I won't let you down anymore, Bruce...

I push the door open gently, careful not to make any sound. I peek out to check if there are any guards out there. Three guards... This should be easy. I slip out of my cell room quietly, and with silence as lethal as snakes, I creep up behind the guards and take them all out from behind. With a few swift moves, the guards collapse on the ground unconscious one by one. I take a gun from one of the guards and look at it warily. Hope I won't get to use this... I then start to make my way down the corridor.

Maybe... It is not too late for redemption?