Echo| Natasha Romanoff

Chapter 7

Andrea's p.o.v

I stared at the passport, my blue eyes never leaving the pages as I felt a sense of emptiness inside. My picture was on it, a fake name and a fake birth place was on it as well. Sokovia is the birth place she put for me, a place that wasn't rich and and would hold no suspicion if someone was to come through an airport with it.

My eyes moved up from the passport and back to the mirror that was dusty and had marks all over it. I looked at myself and didn't recognise the person I was. I didn't kill, I wasn't cold hearted, why would I do all of this? This feeling was new. Usually when I escaped the mind control it was because I did something traumatic, it would be painful as I realized everything I did, but this time it was different. This time I felt like I had more control over the mind control. I could still remember everything but the urge to follow orders and kill were gone.

My head was still pounding like it was breaking through a wall and I realized what that wall was. Subconsciously I was breaking my own mind control, Nat showing me that she trusted me in a way showed that it was the one thing I needed. Every time I broke out of the mind control I had forgotten everything and would wake up without anybody there to guide me. This time I had that person, I was no longer alone and it made me stronger than ever.

The whole situation was mind numbing, for a little while I didn't feel anything. The deathly silence pierced my eyes, the crisp cold air nipped at my face causing my cheeks and nose to become a rosy colour and my ass hurt from sitting on the hard wooden floor. Yet, I didn't move, I couldn't comprehend what was happening. How did she do it? How did she make me break my own mind control single handedly?

I've seen people take months to break their mind control. They would use torture methods to train themselves to break the barrier between what was enforced in them and what they believed. It would be painful and lengthy, yet this was short and simple.

I'm not sure how much time passed, it all seemed like a blur. I was trying to sort out my thoughts like a file divider in my mind. It was confusing receiving all of my memories at once. However eventually I came to my senses and I knew I had to figure one thing out. So, I stood up, and walked out of the building.

I walked through the thick snow only in my trainers, my feet were numb, my hands were sore, but I kept walking. Eventually I made it back to the small town that was now deserted, everyone had gone to bed. I arrived at the hotel Natasha and I stayed and I found myself breaking in without hesitation.

She was walking around, packing her things ready to get back to New York. One thing I noticed was that she was also packing my things, which only consisted of my training suit, but yet she was still packing it. "Are you back?" She asked without even turning to face me. "I-I'm not sure. I need you to do something for me," I whispered, creeping up behind her until I was standing a meter away from her.

"What is it?" She questioned before turning around to face me. Her expression seemed defeated, like she had failed. "I need you to say it, say the words that cause the mind control to come out," I told her making her furrow her eyebrows. "I've owed a debt to the world for so long. You really think I'm gonna do something that could cause pain to others?" She crosses her arms defensively as if she expected me to think better of her.

"Please Nat, I need you to trust me," my voice cracked as I felt my own fear build up at even the thought of the words. I needed to be sure of what I was thinking though, and so I looked into her piercing green eyes, begging for her to trust me. "I do trust you. But I don't want to risk losing you when I know you're at least half way back. I know we've only known each other for a month, but I don't want to lose you," she admitted shamefully as she looked to the ground.