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I feel like this could maybe be a part two...
I used google translate so I'm sorry if it's not correct.
желание = longing
ÑжавÑй= rusted
ÑемнадÑаÑÑ= seventeen
ÑаÑÑÐ²ÐµÑ = daybreak
пеÑÑ= furnace
девÑÑÑ = nine
добÑокаÑеÑÑвеннÑй= benign
возвÑаÑение домой = homecoming
Enjoy!
YOUR POV
From day one you've been Hydras baby. Stripped from your mothers warm arms and into the cold bars of a cell. A bed made of steel with a small, musty bucket in the corner to do your business. Your clothes were tattered and little to none, and if you lashed out: straight jacket.
You were born a mutant, a skeletal hand of death holding a scythe with Hydra forming made of the blood from the innocent, ones that got away. Hydra was a wolf with a silver spine... and from day one you've been their prey.
Hydra ripped your soft, pure white wings from your back. Now prominate, dried blood painting your flesh as jagged scars were left. You were angry. Hydra took away your freedom. What good were birds if they were caged and deprived a home?
While in Hydras care, you went on a lot of missions with The Winter Solider. The two of you were the black angel of death. Though, Hydra favored you over him. You were better and more precise and you had the scars to show for it.
Eventually you managed to escape and go into hiding until it was a little safer for you. When you came out, it was no sooner that you ran into Nick Fury. Fury wanted to recruit you as an Avenger amongst a few others.
This was your chance. Your silver lining. Agreeing with his offer I made myself comfortable amongst the other hero's. I was closed off most of the time, the others not knowing past... other than Natasha Romanoff.
I was comfortable with her. Her arms provided me with safety and reassurance that I had a place here. A home. I let my guard down around her and let her fill my stomach with butterflies and my heart with compassion.
Both of us soon started dating, learning everyday about each other. We've both have tragic coming up story's, but somehow I knew something beautiful came out of us being broken. Like sprouting flowers amongst glass.
So it was only fair that the two of you, as girlfriends, went together with her hand on the small of your back into another Tony Stark party.
"I'm going to get a refill of my champagne, you want one love?" Nat leaned into me and whispered in my ear.
"I'm okay, I still have half a glass." I giggled, pecking her forehead before she nudged me a little before walking off.
"желание, ÑжавÑй, ÑемнадÑаÑÑ, ÑаÑÑвеÑ, пеÑÑ, девÑÑÑ, добÑокаÑеÑÑвеннÑй, возвÑаÑение домой"
I heard whispered so softly in my ear, feeling my body tense as the monster hydra created came out, claws and teeth ready. My mind was hazy and clouded, hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
I turned around and bumped into a slicked back ebony haired man, five o'clock shadow on his face. He had a jagged scar going down his eye and cheek, nose semi crooked. His eyes were dark like black coffee, except they didn't hold warmth inside them.
"I want you to go undercover. Kill Agent Romanoff when you're alone and make it clean. Report back to Hydra when you've finished the job." His russian accent put a twist on the words.
I leaned in towards his ear, "Hail Hydra." I whispered over the music.
"Hail Hydra."
I backed up and fixed my outfit for the evening, smiling and playing the part when Nat turned around with large glass of champagne, coming over with a smile on her face.
[...]
I ran my fingers through my sweaty hair, taking a deep breath and clenching my jaw. It's taken longer than expected to take out the target. Everyone seemed to be getting in the way.
"You good, babe?" Natasha smirked at my, before eyeing the knife in was tossing around in my hand. Now was my chance.
I flipped it so I caught the blade, then flipping it back so I grabbed the drip. Tilting my head to the side I cracked my neck and began walking towards her slowly.
"Y/n what are you doing?" Natasha stifled a giggle, biting her lip and backing up the closer I got to her.
"Natasha!"
My eyes whipped towards Clint who had just walked, dressed in workout clothes. I growled deeply, fed up with how long this has taken.
"I was wondering if you wanted to spare with me a little." Clint shrugged, rubbing his hands together.
Natasha nodded, "Sure."
I looked back over towards the agent before throwing the knife at her. The knife whizzed past her head and stuck to the bullseye on the dart board.
I waked towards her and grabbed the knife from the foam.
"I'm good babe." I pecked her lips before turning on my heel and walking out, bumping into Clint.
"Clint."
"Y/n."
[...]
The door clicked behind you and you smelled Natasha's lavender scented perfume the closer she got to you. You felt her warm hands wrap themselves around your mid section, her chin resting between your shoulders blades.
"I'm tired." Natasha's mumbled into your shirt.
You just hummed before quickly turning around, pinning one of her wrists to the wall as your other hand was around her throat. The red head gagged and fought against your hold, her manicured nails digging into the flesh of your hand. Small beeds of red blood began forming under your skin, breaking out before dripping down your hand.
"Any last words Agent Romanoff?" You growled, pushing all your weight into pinning her against the wall.
"Th-this...ack! This is y-you." Nat gagged.
"You're right." You whispered in her ear.
In one last attempt to push you off her, Natasha scratched your face before kneeing you in the gut. You stumbled back and she was quickly able to put you in a sleeper hold and make you pass out. Unshed tears welled up in her green orbs as she gently placed you down on the bed.
When you woke up you groaned, holding your head slightly where it pounded. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears as you sat up on the bed.
"I'm glad you're awake." Nat sighed before handing out a cup of water.
You took the water and gulped it down before setting the empty cup on the nightstand.
"What happened?" You croaked.
"You... you tried to kill me." Nat spoke softly.
Your eyes bugged out of your head, soon drifting down to her throat where you saw purple bruises starting to form in the shape of your fingers. You tore you eyes away and put your head in your hands, panic bubbling around in your stomach.
"They found me. They're trying to get me back. I have to leave." You mumbled over and over to yourself, standing up to pack a bag.
"Wait, who found you? Y/n what's going on?" Tasha grabbed you arm and spun you around.
"Hydra... they found me and they're trying to take me back. I ran away but they- I have to leave. It's not safe here or for you and the others."
You turned around once more but Natasha had a strong grip and pulled you into her.
"You're not leaving Y/n Y/l/n. You're not leaving now that I've experienced life with you... I don't want to do it without you." She whispered softly.
"Tasha..."
"No!" Her green eyed glared at you, although you knew they were soft and filled with so much pain, anger, love and want.
"You're not leaving." Her voice cracked at the end, pulling you impossibly closer.
"I'm not leaving." You repeated, wrapping your arms around her and holding her close, breathing in her scent.