Standing in her full glory in the most stunning Black Widow uniform I've ever seen is Natasha. What I most certainly don't miss is my knife tucked into her belt, but I don't even question it as I go to make eye contact with Natasha.
Natasha and I lock eyes almost immediately, and I realize just how much I missed her - I can tell by her face that she feels the same. The mess of emotions that her face provokes is indecipherable between happiness, relief, and even adoration. It's like getting that feeling of excitement in my gut from when we kissed for the first time again. I would run up to her and make out with her right now if I could.
However, I'm yanked back to reality as Dreykov slams me face-down onto his desk. Natasha begins to step forward, but I hear him pull out a gun and soon feel the cold metal of the barrel pressed against the back of my head. "One more step and I'm going to have to get a new desk," he threatens.
Natasha stands down, and he unties the gag with his hand holding the gun, tossing it aside. "You're fucking insufferable," I mutter, using my first words wisely.
The butt of his gun collides with my temple, and I wince as pain shoots throughout it. After a moment, it subsides. "That the best you got?" I taunt.
"No, in fact, it isn't," he muses. "I promised to put you under my mind control; I don't break my promises."
"Actually, by putting me under your mind control, you're breaking your promise to Melina to not put me under mind control. I guess your promises only count when they benefit you, right?"
This time the butt of his gun collides with my lip, and I immediately taste blood. "Shit," I mutter under my breath as a drop of blood drips from my lip onto the desk. "That hurt like a bitch - or should I say you, Dreykov-"
"Vallonia, stop trying to press my buttons unless you want me to kill you after you kill Natasha."
He pulls a vial from his pocket, and my eyes land upon it, immediately realizing it as the mind control agent. He notices the look in my eye, stating, "Yes, that's right; the games are over. Have any last words you want to say?"
I lift myself up from the desk, earning a tightening of Dreykov's hold on me to serve as a warning to not pull anything. I shake my head as I look at Natasha, really turning up my acting skills for this one. A tear forms in my eye while I'm watching her. "Please, Natasha, just kill me. It's better no life than one where he's forcing me to do his bidding."
She shakes her head, her voice mirroring my amount of emotion. "No. I'm not killing you."
"Natasha, please-"
"As heartbreaking as this is, I must break up the dialogue," Dreykov interrupts unempathetically. "I've got killing to do."
He goes to pick up the vial, but I speak up. "Wait-"
He pauses, looking at me amusedly, thinking I'm just stalling. "Yes?"
"Tell me who my parents were. It's the least you could do."
He looks between me and Natasha, a smirk pulling at his lips. I don't like that smirk - it's the smirk of someone who realizes the leverage they have. "Well... I suppose it is the least I could do. Your parents were Americans, as I said. They already had a son who they left at home while they were driving to the hospital for your mother to deliver you. We already had our eyes on them because we knew we were going to take you. Your mother went into labor in the car while they were driving on a country road, and your father pulled over; we knew that was our time."
"Nobody was around for miles. Once you were delivered, our team went in and took you before knocking your parents unconscious. They then staged the car crash and damaged your mother's body too much for the authorities to realize she had delivered you. Nobody was even aware of your birth; you were pronounced dead in utero."
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Seven Devils // Natasha Romanoff
FanfictionWhen Vallonia is sent on a mission to kill Natasha Romanoff, she is sure of 2 things: 1) Natasha is the only Black Widow as skilled as her 2) She is going to kill Natasha even if it's the last thing she does Take a wild guess as to which of the two...
