I turned back around to Bucky and asked him, "How did you call them, and when?".
"I took your phone",He replied.
I nodded my head saying "Thank you". He nodded back.
We walked back to the quinjet and started our journey home.
When we got there, I couldn't put anything away as all my clothes burnt in the fire, I sighed putting my head in my hands, I came back to reality. I started getting changed into some comfy clothes as I was exhausted and whilst doing so I saw the scar from which killed my only child, my only miracle.
I sat there and thought once again that it's all my fault...it's all my fault, and it doesn't help that i've not told Bruce about the kiss but I know he'll understand, but he shouldn't have to.I'm dragging him down, i'm dragging everyone down.
I started overthinking, I started having a panic attack that i couldn't control, my heart rate kept on rising and it felt like i couldn't breath, i tried to take deep breaths but it didn't work, i don't think it's ever been this bad before.I was sat on the bathroom floor alone, i don't know where Bruce is, but i really need him.
After about a minute it started to go down, i didn't even know what to do, i didn't want to move, i was just so tired, weak and guilty that i don't even care what happens anymore and before i knew it the tiredness took over me and before i knew it, i fell asleep....
I slowly opened my eyes and I wasn't on the bathroom floor, I was in my bed, i looked up and i saw Bruce soundly asleep next to me, i looked at the time it was 3am but i was wide awake.
I got up silently and made my way to the kitchen, I made myself a glass of water that quenched my thirst and i decided i need to get some air.I went outside and i heard that noise....that noise when i lost my child.
I'm going to kill them.
I got my knife that I always keep on me and held it in my hand and listened, listened for any type of movement, behind me.I threw the knife as quickly as i could but before i knew it, bruce was standing there and it had struck his heart.
"No"I shouted, "I'm so sorry,"I said falling to the ground in tears.
"It's ok," he said, looking me in the eyes and I watched him bleed to death.
I heard the noise again, but I didn't react, I didn't know how to.
Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed me and I flipped them to the ground and pinned them down.The man tried to escape but I held him strong.
"Who are you?!"I said with rage, Bruce lay next to me as I held the knife to the man's throat.
"You know who i am",He said, trying to find his breath.
"No i don't"I said furiously and in tears.
"I-....i'm your father",he said.
I froze.My father died in a fire with my mother when i was 5, how could it be him?, how could he allow me to go through all of those horrors without trying to find me?
"I gave you to the red room, you mean nothing to me and the fire.....i- it was just so i could kill your mother as i know she wouldn't allow it".
"No"I shouted, not believing him.
"I was surprised you made it out alive"he chuckled
"Shut up"I shouted.
"Natalia Alianovna Romanova".
I slit his throat.Out of anger, guilt and disbelief.His blood covered my hands as i watched him bleed out, why did he come and find me now? How did he find me? Why did he allow me to suffer through all these years of pain and was just ok with it? I cried for him.
He was dead, but i still watched him, i was glad he was dead. I slowly got up, my knife still in his throat.I didn't know what to do.
My father had killed my child.
I quickly sat up and I felt the tears that were on my cheeks, my heart beat loudly in my chest and sweat covered my face.
"Natasha"Bruce was next me, just like in the dream.I was in my bed as he slept next to me and he looked scared to death.
"It's ok, it was just a dream,"He said, trying to calm me down.
"I think i know who killed my baby."I stated trembling.
"We already know who the guy was and we caught him"He replied soothingly.
I shook my head."He was my father"I said barely audibly.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thank you for reading :)
Comment your thoughts!
Sorry for the cliffhanger.
Yasmin<3
