Bring You Back
pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader
summary: r and nat have happily been together for over a year, until everything comes crashing down. now, nat and the avengers will stop at nothing to get back the r they know
genre: angst w happy ending
word count: 10k
warnings: swearing, cheating, mind control/brainwashing, setting things on fire, Supergirl references, two sentences that could potentially be interpreted as implied smut but that wasn’t my intention, lmk if i need to add any more
A/N: this is set in the same universe as Operation Fire Widow but you don’t need to read that to understand this!
also this is kinda proofread, and by that i mean it’s 2am and i read over it but i’m tired and not thinking straight so the proofread doesn’t really count
”I swear, if you two don’t get married then I won’t believe in love anymore,” Carol said as she sat down on the chair across from you and Natasha.
You smiled as you felt your girlfriend’s arms around you tighten.
Carol couldn’t help but smile proudly at the two of you.
You had been together for a little over a year, but you had been crushing on her for months beforehand. Carol, being one of your best friends, had been part of the big plan created to get the two of you together. Things didn’t end up going as planned, but of course it all worked out in the end.
“Does anyone want a blanket before it starts?” Wanda asked as she entered the living room.
Carol and Peter both nodded at her, but Natasha simply shook her head.
“I have my blanket right here,” she whispered into your ear.
You grinned, then closed your eyes. You purposely used your pyrokinesis to heat yourself up to just the right temperature so your girlfriend could be warm.
She leaned forward, planting a gentle kiss on your neck, causing you to giggle.
In the past year that you were together, Natasha evidently found out about your love for Supergirl.
It took some convincing, but eventually you were able to get her to binge watch the show with you so she could catch up to the live episodes.
“Y’know, you’re kinda like Kara if you think about it,” Natasha had told you. “You’re a happy little ray of sunshine, but you can also be a powerful badass when you want to,”
You smiled at her, giving her a quick kiss.
“I think you’re like Lena,” you replied, smiling at her. “You don’t have powers, but you’re still a badass and the team would basically be lost without you. You’re also super smart, and not to mention the fact that you both have gorgeous green eyes. Plus, you and Lena both act like you’re all dark and scary, but deep down you’re a softie,”
She rolled her eyes at the last sentence, prompting you to giggle before kissing her once again.
“So if I’m Kara and you’re Lena, then that means that you have reason to ship Supercorp now!”
“I already ship them, detka.” She told you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Lena clearly makes her smile a lot more than Mon-El ever did. I wish he never came back in the first place, but Lena did right by making the device that required him to leave Earth,”
“I’m so proud of you.”
Now, Natasha had caught up so she could watch the episodes live with you Carol, Wanda, and Peter.
The current season wasn’t great, but you had been watching it since the pilot of the show first aired and you certainly weren’t going to stop now.
“Damn it,” you heard Natasha whisper as William appeared on the screen. “I don’t want to see him,”
You smiled, then placed your hands over hers, which were currently resting on your lower stomach.
“He’s just taking up screen-time that should be going to Nia, or Alex or Kelly,” she said to you.
You nodded in agreement, softly rubbing your thumb over her knuckles.
You leaned back father into her, allowing her to place a few kisses on your head.
“I love you, Natty,” you said softly, looking up at her.
“I love you too,” she whispered back, unable to stop the smile on her face.
“Hey, lovebirds!” Carol said, pausing the show. “Do your little sappy couple stuff later, we’re about to get a Supercorp moment,”
You breathed out a chuckle, then turned your attention back to the screen.
-
After the episode ended, Natasha insisted on carrying you back to your shared bedroom because of how tired you were.
You nodded, allowing her to effortlessly pick you up and take you upstairs to bed.
Luckily, you had decided to wear your pajamas before going down for Supergirl, so you didn’t have to change now that you were as tired as you were.
She gently set you down on the bed, climbing next to you as soon as she changed into her own pajamas.
Her arms had become your home at this point. You scooted yourself closer to her, placing your head underneath her chin as you wrapped your arms around her.
A yawn escaped your mouth as you began to entangle your legs with hers.
“Natty?” You asked her, not quite ready to fall asleep yet. She nodded for you to continue. “When do you think Bucky’s gonna ask Steve out? I can tell he likes him. Maybe we should do something for him like my friends did with me last year,”
Her breath had hitched the moment you mentioned Bucky’s name.
“What?” You asked her, eyes opening wider now.
“I don’t think Bucky likes Steve,” she said. Not in her soft voice she normally used with you. But with her voice she used with everyone else.
“What makes you say that?” You asked, your smile faltering a bit.
“He just doesn’t,”
“And how would you know that?”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go to sleep.”
You backed away from her, raising yourself up so you were on your elbows now.
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
Her eyes had widened, and she almost looked afraid. And that made you afraid.
“Natty, what’s going on?”
She said nothing, but broke her eye contact.
“Natasha,” you said, your own tone changing a bit too. It wasn’t your happy, cheerful tone you had most of the time. It was the tone you used while on the battlefield, or during interrogations. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t,” she said at almost a whisper. Tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall down.
“Tell me, or I’ll ask Bucky myself,”
“No, don’t!” She begged. “Please don’t! It didn’t mean anything! You’re the one I love!”
Your heart fell, as she practically confirmed your fear.
You were wide awake now.
“No,” you got out. “No it’s not true,”
You pulled yourself out of her grasp and got out of the bed. You sped-walked down to the end of the hall, Natasha following after you.
Your fists were balled so tightly, you were sure your nails would leave a mark; they were almost drawing blood.
You had to take a deep breath before knocking on his door, you didn’t want to set it on fire.
“Yeah?” He asked, opening it. His smile fell as soon as he saw Natasha’s tear-struck face.
“What did you guys do?” You asked shakily, looking between them.
“You told her?!” Bucky said angrily.
“No, no, no, no, no,” you said softly, your stomach already twisting. “It’s true?”
“I promise it didn’t mean anything,” Natasha cried desperately. She pulled your arm back, flinching at the heat radiating off of it, but she didn’t let go. “It was only once, we just had a bit too much to drink, and-”
You pulled your arm out of her grasp, already feeling the tears falling down your cheeks.
“When?”
“Two weeks ago,” Bucky answered, earning a glare from Natasha.
“Y/N, baby, please,” she said as she reached out for you again. “I love you, and I want you,”
You couldn’t even look at her.
Without another word, you made your way back to your bedroom. Not the one you shared with Natasha, but the one you had before you and her got together.
At this point you began to hyperventilate. You could hear the banging coming from the other side of your door, but you weren’t going to open it.
You lay facing down on your bed, letting the sobs escape as your breathing only got faster.
Before you knew it, the pillow you were clinging onto had completely caught on fire.
“Shit,” you said, shaking it to try to get rid of it.
Unfortunately, your grip on it only made it worse. So you tossed it onto the bed.
Bad idea.
Now the entire bed was on fire.
“Oh, fuck it!”
Luckily, Tony had used his nanotech to upgrade all of your suits. So with a tap to your watch, your fireproof superhero suit began to appear.
If you could smother the flames with something that wouldn’t catch on fire, maybe it could work.
It did not.
The fire alarm was now going off.
“Fuck, shit, fuck,” you muttered.
You closed your eyes, holding your hand out to attempt to use your powers to put the flames out, but it didn’t work. You could still hardly breathe, and your vision was still blurry with tears.
Finally, you fell to your knees, letting out a scream that carried so many emotions.
When you opened your eyes, the flames were gone. Your hands were shaking, your chest was burning, and the fire alarm was still going off, but the flames were gone.
You let out a shaky sigh.
You stood up, ready to open the door, but you stopped yourself right before you grabbed the handle.
You couldn’t be here anymore. You wouldn’t. Not after what she did to you.
You figured you’d call one of your childhood friends, and stay with her for a bit. You two had always had one another’s backs, so you didn’t doubt that she’d help you.
You made your way back to the door, silently praying that no one would still be waiting.
You wish had half-come true. Natasha wasn’t right outside your door anymore, but she was down the hall heading toward you. It looked like she was carrying something to open your door, since she wouldn’t have been able to do it herself with the material it was.
You quickly broke eye contact with her, then dashed down the other end of the hall. You heard her footsteps, but you didn’t stop running.
“Y/N, please!” She called, finally catching up to you as you stood outside yours and her bedroom door.
“Get away from me,” you choked out.
You just needed to grab your phone so you could call your friend. You needed your phone so you could get away from the person who had caused you all the pain you were feeling.
You opened the door, wasting no time in finding your phone right where you left it on the nightstand.
Unfortunately, your eyes met hers as you turned back around.
“Please, let’s just talk about this! Y/N, I love you!”
“I wish I believed that.”
You brushed past her, leaving her stunned.
You couldn’t face anyone right now. Once you got to your friend’s place, you’d text your other friends and let them know that you were safe.
But for now, you exited the building without another word.
You were thankful for your fire powers at this moment. You could see your breath in front of you, so you knew it had to be cold for anyone without pyrokinesis.
Once you got far enough away from the compound (you knew you were far enough when you could no longer hear the fire truck that had automatically been sent over by F.R.I.D.A.Y.) you pulled your phone out, and scrolled through your contacts until you found your friend.
You clicked the call button, holding the phone up to your ear.
“Please pick up, please pick up, please pick up...”
The phone rang a few more times as you waited for her, but you never found out if she actually picked up or not; as you suddenly lost consciousness at the feeling of a blow to your head.
Part of you tried to fight whatever was happening to you, hearing the voices as your body was dragged around. But the other part of you thought about what Natasha had done to you. That part didn’t fight.
And that part won.
6 months later
”We have intel on a HYDRA base formed near here, responsible for multiple civilian casualties and experimentation,” Steve told everyone.
Natasha had been staring at the empty seat at the table, once filled with your presence.
“Nat,” Steve said to her, sighing.
“What?” She asked, being brought back to reality.
“Look, Nat,” he said softly. “We need you for this. We need the whole team.”
She said nothing, but nodded at him.
She had to restrain herself from shifting her gaze back to your empty chair. She also had to restrain herself from looking at anyone but Steve to avoid everyone else’s lingering glares.
Most missions didn’t need the whole team, but because no one had been to this base before, they didn’t know what to expect. Because of that, it was better to be prepared and have the whole team rather than risking a few people for what could be too much for them.
The base was only about 30 minutes on the Quinjet, so definitely within somewhat close proximity.
Steve sent Wanda and Natasha down first.
Neither of them said anything to each other. Wanda had hardly said two words to her at all since you left. She missed you, and she blamed her for your leaving.
Tony and Carol followed close behind.
Natasha held her gun at her side, holding it up at every corner they passed.
Of course, she wasn’t really thinking about this mission, or about HYDRA.
She was thinking about you.
She was thinking about how you would go out of your way to hold her hand while she was nervous on missions. She didn’t get nervous until you.
Before you, she never really felt that she had a reason to be nervous.
But once she was with you, she would always get scared that she wouldn’t make it back to you, or you wouldn’t make it back to her.
Even after you left, her nerves didn’t go away.
With her powers, Wanda could sense Natasha’s anxiety. She was pretty good at hiding it, but her thoughts were loud enough for Wanda to tell otherwise.
They rounded the next corner, making their way into a room filled with computers.
“We’re in,” Wanda said through her earpiece.
Natasha made her way to one of the computers, and began to type away to get what they needed.
If she hadn’t been the cause for you leaving, Wanda, along with the team in general, would actually feel bad for the assassin. She hardly went on missions anymore, unless they absolutely needed her.
She could hide her emotions when people looked her straight in the face, but they all knew that she had been miserable since you had left.
Before you, she didn’t smile very often. When she did, it was usually just a small grin. But once she was with you, she couldn’t help but smile almost all the time around you. She wouldn’t hesitate to fully smile with you, especially when you were always smiling at her.
“Oh my god, Natasha,” Wanda said, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. “For just one second, could you stop thinking about…”
Natasha perked up when she noticed that Wanda didn’t finish her sentence.
She turned around to see what she was looking at, causing her jaw to drop instantly.
“Y/N…”
-
“Let go of me!”
“No! I don’t belong here!”
“What did you do to me? Why can’t I use my powers?”
“Get away from me!”
Your cries echoed through everyone’s ears as you were restrained in a small cell.
Your plan was to burn the two redheads before they could get HYDRA’s important files, but they had failed to inform you that one of them had powers too. Except her powers allowed her to constrict you in mid-air as you fought against her.
She eventually put you into some sort of trance, so you wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone.
You weren’t sure why everyone was looking at you the way they did, but you figured it had something to do with them being Avengers.
In your months as a HYDRA agent, they always warned you of the Avengers. They said they couldn’t let you get anywhere near them.
You weren’t sure why, I mean, you could literally control fire with your mind. Had you been paired against anyone other than the redheaded witch, you would’ve easily won.
“Y/N,” came the voice of Captain America.
“That’s not my name. I don’t know who Y/N is,” you replied, sending him a harsh glare.
“Y/N, we know this isn’t you. We’re going to do everything in our power to get you back,”
You scoffed,
“This is who I am. Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with? Especially since you haven’t even given me the liberty to be able to defend myself, by taking my powers,”
He sighed,
“We’re not going to kill you. Tony designed this cell to counteract abilities like yours. It’s not doing any damage to you, but you won’t be able to use them. We can’t allow you to have your powers while you’re like this,”
“Then just fucking kill me!”
He sighed again.
“I’m going to leave you in here for the night, but we’ll be back tomorrow,”
He waved goodbye, and even gave you a small smile.
You weren’t sure why he did it, but you only glared back.
-
“I can’t do it, Clint,” Natasha said, pacing around in circles.
Clint was the only one who didn’t completely shun her and shut her out after finding out what happened. Part of him wanted to, but he knew she needed somebody. Even if it was just one person. And if that one person had to be him, then so be it.
“You don’t have to do it now, especially since she’s not… the Y/N we know. But you can’t avoid her forever.”
“She left me. For all we knew, she could’ve been dead. She made no contact, she clearly didn’t want us to find her. I thought…. I thought she was gone forever. But now HYDRA has her, and it’s my fault.”
“Nat, you can’t blame yourself for this. Her abilities are unique, so it’s not surprising that they would target her like this,”
“It is my fault. If I hadn’t… done what I did, if I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, she wouldn’t have ran off like that. She wouldn’t have been taken.”
“You’re right, you were fucking stupid. But you didn’t cause HYDRA to take her and mess with her mind. That’s on them, not you,”
She shifted her gaze to the floor as tears began to form in her eyes.
“I’ve missed her so much, Clint,” she said, her voice breaking. “I wish I could take it all back. I wish it never happened. I wish I could just hold her in my arms and never let go,”
He took a step closer to her, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close as she began to sob.
Just then, Steve began to make his way back, passing the kitchen.
“Anything?” Clint asked as he walked by, still holding Natasha close as she continued to cry.
Steve gave a solemn look, then shook his head no.
When he saw the way Natasha was crying, he felt a pang of sympathy for her. Yes, she had broken the heart of one of the nicest, and overall universally liked person, but he couldn’t help but want to comfort her in this moment. She was once his friend too.
Instead, he continued to the meeting room to consult the rest of the team and inform them of your state.
-
Steve kept his promise about returning. He was only there for a few minutes before Tony Stark stood in front of your cell.
He looked like he was about to throw up.
“So,” he began, stepping forward. “Do you know why you’re here, any of this look familiar to you?”
“God, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you’re really fucking stupid,”
“Look, whatever HYDRA’s told you isn’t true. They’re filling your head with lies. Both literally and figuratively.”
“Sure they are,”
“Well then why don’t you tell me what all you remember of your life before HYDRA?”
“Nothing,” you said with a shrug. “But that doesn’t mean they’re lying to me. They’re the ones who gave me my pyrokinesis, which you took from me, but the memory loss was a side effect.”
“They didn’t give you your powers, Y/N, you got them when you were a sophomore in college. Freak accident with something that wasn’t supposed to be in your chemistry class, but it ended up working out for you. You became an Avenger two years ago,”
“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me Y/N.”
“Fine then. What would you like me to call you? What name did HYDRA give you?”
“I don’t have a name. I have an identity.”
“Alright then, what’s your identity?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Cute. Alright, that’s enough for now,”
He left you. It seemed you had annoyed him enough.
No one came by for the rest of the day.
Well, that’s not entirely true. One person, who looked like he was just a kid, stopped by to slip food through the tray.
“Here you go, Miss.”
He didn’t call you the same thing Tony and Steve did. You were grateful for it.
But as soon as his eyes met yours, they instantly filled with tears and he ran out.
You had always been well-liked among all the Avengers, but Tony began to have a soft spot for you when you became friends with Peter. You were a bit older than him, but you always acted like a big sister to him, and thought of him as your little brother. Soon enough, Tony began viewing you as a daughter figure.
He didn’t like the idea of Peter going in there with you, but he was outvoted when the kid volunteered to bring your food.
He knew he was right when he saw him running back, rubbing his shirt against his eyes to wipe away the tears.
For the next week, it became a routine. Steve and Tony would come by, and try to get you to talk, but ended up just going in circles. You were beginning to wish they actually had killed you.
But after the first week, something changed. Two women walked in.
You recognized one of them as the redhead who used her powers on you, and the other was a taller blonde who looked vaguely familiar.
“What now?” You asked, sitting against the wall.
Neither of them made clear eye contact.
“You’re the one who suspended me in the air while your teammates fucking captured me,” you said, pointing at Wanda.
“We didn’t capture you, HYDRA did,” she told you.
“That seems to be a common theme going around, and it’s getting tiring. But you know what? Go ahead, tell me more about how they’re lying to me when they’re the ones who made me into what I am today,”
“We’re not here to talk about HYDRA,” Carol said, looking up.
“Oh? Well then by all means, do continue,”
She took a deep breath in,
“You were more than our teammate, you were our friend. So if you’re tired of us telling you that your life is a lie, we’ll tell you about your life here,”
You shrugged. You were bored. If what they said would keep you entertained, then you didn’t have a problem with it.
“I was the one who trained you with your powers. When we found you, you could hardly control them at all. You had run away from everything and everyone, trying to isolate yourself so you wouldn’t hurt anyone. The instant we saw you, we knew you were a good person. You had this look in your eyes-”
“Oh really?” You asked. “Where’s this look now?”
“Gone. Buried somewhere in your mind, along with the rest of your memories,”
You between both of them,
“Tell me why you’re really here,”
The truth was that Wanda believed she could somehow try to use her powers to get your memories back by searching through your head. She stood there, staring at you, trying to find anything that would show your old memories, but there was nothing.
If that wouldn’t work then it couldn’t hurt if they at least attempted to tell you a little bit more about your life here.
“I was there when you controlled fire for the first time, completely on your own. You were in control. You couldn’t believe it, but all I remember is feeling so incredibly proud of you. We kept working together, and soon, I was able to call you one of my best friends.”
You could see her crying, and you began to feel for her. You weren’t sure why; she was an Avenger. An Avenger who betrayed HYDRA nonetheless, but part of you wanted to comfort her.
“I’m sorry,” you said. You instantly regretted it. You couldn’t let them manipulate you like this.
“When I joined the team, you were the most welcoming person here. You had joined just a few weeks before me, but I could tell that everyone already loved you. It didn’t take long for me to love you too.” Carol said, her eyes filling with tears too.
They had to be lying, but you weren’t sure why part of you felt such a pull toward them. It had to be part of Wanda’s mental manipulation. That was the only explanation you could think of.
“The boy,” you began. “If what you’re saying is true, I-” you stopped yourself. “Y/N, was also close with him, right?”
“Yeah,” Wanda told you. “You and Peter become close fast. You originally bonded over TV shows you both liked, which turned into a thing for the four, and eventually five, of us to watch together,”
You still didn’t fully believe them, but if hearing about your supposed life would entertain you, then you’d keep listening.
This pattern also lasted a week. They would come in for about an hour per day, and tell you stories about your life here.
They told you about the time Wanda decided to teach you guys how to bake. You decided that waiting for it to heat up took too much time, so you held the pan in your hands and heated it up with your powers. They ended up burning to a crisp.
They told you about the time all of Peter’s friends ended up being out of town for his school dance, so you agreed to go with him. Wanda and Carol had managed to sneak in as well, to check on the two of you but everything ended up being fine.
They told you about the time you tried to high-five Tony after a mission, and his suit registered you as a threat at first because of how you jumped up to meet him, so it ended up blasting you 20 feet.
They told you about how you once calmed down the Hulk and turned him back into Bruce simply by smiling and waving at him.
They told you about the time where Steve made a political comment, and you slammed your hand on the table and spent the next two hours educating him on important political topics. They said you had practically radicalized the man from the 40’s.
-
One day, neither of them came in. It was surprising, as you had actually begun to slightly enjoy their company. Slightly.
Instead, Peter came in. He looked a little less nervous than the first time, but he managed to look you in the eye.
“Y/N…” he said.
Your stomach turned as an idea popped into your head. It was a terrible idea, and would most definitely hurt him. But it would get you out of here. It would allow you to get out, and get back to HYDRA.
“Peter!” You said, perking up in a high-pitched voice.
“Y/N?” He was confused now.
“Peter, Peter, Peter! I remember now! It’s all coming back to me! We were friends! Close friends, you were practically my brother! I remember it all!”
You strained yourself to keep your face smiling and optimistic.
He turned his head to the side, thinking about it.
It had to work. He had to believe you so he would let you out.
“Peter, I remember going with you to your dance! Your friends weren’t there, so I went with you. We ended up having a great time, especially when Wanda and Carol made an appearance too!”
He reached forward, about to open the cell when he stopped himself.
He wanted to believe you so bad. He wanted his sister back.
“Tell me about the little boxes,”
This had to be a code of some sort. Shit.
The Y/N they were describing seemed to be a bit clumsy, losing control of her powers and getting blasted by Tony while trying to high five him. You could picture Peter being similar to that too.
“I tripped over a bunch of tiny boxes, and then you fell right after me. We ended up laughing about it for hours,”
He sighed, looking away from you.
The truth was that little boxes were a Supergirl reference. You and Peter were both generally optimistic people, so you had confessed to each other that there was a lot of pressure with that to keep up the team’s spirits. So when you both saw Lena talk about how she uses the little boxes as her coping mechanism, you both knew it was unhealthy.
Luckily, you came up with a healthy version. You both could keep up your optimism with the team, but you had a free pass with each other. Undoing the little boxes, if you will.
He couldn’t bring himself to look back at you. He couldn’t believe he almost let you trick him like that.
So he walked out without another word.
Tony was waiting for him, and immediately pulled him in for a hug when he saw his face.
“I thought she was back for a moment,” he said. “I thought we got her back,”
Tony let out a long sigh. No one could get through to you, not even your best friends.
They only had one option left now; Natasha.
-
“You can do this, Nat,” Clint told her.
It had been four weeks since you’d been in your cell. Over a week since anyone from the team tried talking to you. She was the only option left.
She didn’t want to do it at first, she still didn’t.
But Clint eventually convinced her. He told her that she owed it to you to at least try. Whether it be out of her love for you, or because she hurt you, she owed it to you.
He walked with her until they reached the door. From there, she had to go on her own.
She walked down the hall, holding her arms around herself.
She took a deep breath, then finally stepped in front of your viewpoint.
You sat with your back against the wall, eating the last bit of your lunch.
“Hey,” you said, giving a simple wave.
She tried to steady her breaths before looking directly at you.
“You were there when they took me back here,” you told her. “I remember. You were at one of the computers, and I was about to attack you and Wanda before she suspended me in the air and you guys brought me here,”
“Remember anything else?”
“No. Were you someone important? I thought they were done sending in all of Y/N’s friends,”
“We weren’t friends,”
“Oh?”
“I loved you. Part of me always will,”
“You mean to tell me that I pulled the Black Widow? Okay, now I know you guys are lying to me,”
“Peter, Wanda, and Carol were the ones who devised the big plan to get us together. They wanted to figure out a way for me to need your warmth, so you could be my personal heater. It didn’t go like that, and you accidentally burned me while we were dancing. Then I found out you liked me, and the rest is history.”
“You got with Y/N after she burned you?”
“First of all, I know you didn’t actually mean to burn me. Second of all, I had liked you for some time too. When we first met, I instantly felt this pull toward you. Your smile made me feel things I never thought I could feel. You always went out of your way to make me smile. I thought it was because you were like that with everyone; but as soon as I learned about your feelings for me, I couldn’t believe it. I called you down the next day to ask you out, and that’s when we had our first kiss,”
“Sounds great,” you said nonchalantly, knowing it hurt her. “But if you claimed to love me so much, why didn’t you look for me?”
Her breath hitched.
“Oooh, I hit a nerve there,” you said with a chuckle. “What? Did it happen in the middle of a fight or something?”
That’s when the reality of the situation hit her. Yes, she would do everything in her power to get you back, but would you still want her even when she did get you back? You were right, you had left because Natasha had broken your heart. How would she face you again once you remembered it all, once you remembered what she did to you?
So she changed the subject.
“Did the others tell you about your favorite shows?”
“They told me that we would all watch shows together, but didn’t give specifics,”
“Your favorite was Supergirl. I always thought you were a lot like the main character, Kara. You just had this sunshine in your eyes, just like her.”
“And now?”
“Well, I guess you’ll see once you get to the sixteenth episode of season one.”
“When I get to that episode? So you’re resorting to TV shows for my memory?”
You couldn’t help but laugh, which brought her even more pain.
“I thought you wouldn’t mind the idea, I imagine it gets boring for you in here,”
“No, no, you’re right, it does. Look, if you want me to watch it, I’ll watch it, but…” you burst into laughter again.
It was pathetic how the Black Widow was so determined to get her sweet little Y/N back.
But, you were willing to let her try. You couldn’t wait to see it crash and burn.
-
“You really think I’m like Kara?” You asked her the next day as she came to see you. “I’m five episodes in, and she’s the most annoying character ever.”
Natasha sighed. She’d get you back eventually.
“Look, I’m just saying that they could’ve made her more interesting. Like, she has the potential to do so much more but instead all she does is be giddy and fake quirky.”
The truth was, part of the reason you had loved Kara so much originally was because you were able to relate to her in a way because of your powers. She suppressed them for years, just as you had tried to, but eventually embraced them and became Supergirl. Even if it was fictional, it’s a big part of the reason you found the courage to learn how to use your powers and become an Avenger. And of course, you did happen to have a personality just like hers.
Now, all you could do was roll your eyes at the character.
A few days later, Wanda eventually came back. She had a few brownies with her.
“What’s this for?” You asked her.
“You wanted to surprise Natasha with something sweet after she came back from a mission, but you couldn’t do it on your own. You had already made three failed batches, so you knocked on my door at 2:00 in the morning asking for help. I wanted to say no, because I was asleep and didn’t want to get up. But I saw the look on your face, and I just couldn’t say no to you. So I got up and helped you make them. They ended up turning out, and Natasha loved them.”
“And you’re giving me this because you think it’ll jog my memory?”
“Partially, but it’s also because I still care about you, Y/N. Even while you’re like this, I know my best friend is in there somewhere. I made them, and it didn’t feel right not to try at least,”
You shrugged as she slipped them through the opening to give them to you.
You took a bite, and instantly closed your eyes at the taste.
“Oh my god, Wands, this is amazing,” you told her as soon as you swallowed.
She had the biggest smile on her face. Not because you liked the brownies, but because you called her Wands.
You were coming back.
-
Two weeks later, Natasha was making her daily trip to you. You smiled at her, happy almost happy to see her.
“God, Lena’s so pretty,” you said to her. “Her eyes are just perfection,”
Natasha let out a chuckle,
“Glad to see you still have an appreciation for green eyes,”
“How could I not? I really hope Kara gets with her,”
She laughed again,
“Come on, I have a surprise for you,”
“What?”
She smiled, then unlocked your cell door. You turned your head, giving her a confused look.
She stepped into your cell, holding a bracelet of some sort.
“As much as I’d like to fully trust you to take you outside of your cell, I can’t. So this replicates the energy in this room, keeping you from using your powers,”
You shrugged, then held out your arm for her to put it on.
Once it was secure, she motioned for you to follow her.
She led you through the compound, resisting the urge to grab your hand and interlace your fingers with hers. She knew you would come back eventually, and all she wanted to do was hold you in her arms when you did.
“Anything look familiar?” She asked with a hopeful tone.
You felt a pit in your stomach as you shook your head no. You gave an apologetic look, then continued following her.
She said nothing, continuing to lead you through the compound until she opened a door, leading up to the roof.
She gave you a smile, then turned her head toward a blanket and pillows with a basket full of food.
“What’s this for?” You asked as you sat down across from her.
“I dunno, I wanted to do something for you. You’ve been confined to that cell for so long, I figured it’d be nice to bring you up here,”
She reached into the basket, then handed you a peanut butter sandwich.
Her smile widened as you took a bite out of it, and you couldn’t help but return her smile.
She reached across, and placed her hand on yours.
“I’m sorry,” she said immediately, starting to pull it back. You gripped it tighter so she wouldn’t pull back.
“It’s okay,”
You didn’t have your memories, but you knew that you and Natasha were a thing. It amazed you how the woman with a deadly reputation gave you such a soft smile.
Holding her hand felt familiar. It felt like home.
And you loved hated it.
“Why are you doing this, Natasha?” You asked her, rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. “Don’t tell me it’s just another effort to jog my memory,”
She looked down at your intertwined hands for a moment before meeting your eyes again.
“Because I love you,” she said honestly. “You were my everything, Y/N,”
You smiled at her again, feeling fluttery nerves build up in your stomach.
So you muttered something in Kryptonian.
“What was that?”
She pulled away, staring at you wide-eyed.
“What?” You asked, disappointed she pulled her hand away.
“You didn’t learn that from HYDRA,”
“What are you talking about?”
“What you just said to me, it’s a made up language,”
“All languages are made up,”
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “It’s Kryptonian, from Supergirl. You and Peter taught yourselves the language from online websites. You always called me that after you learned it. You’re remembering,”
She grabbed your hand once again, then leaned in closer. You reached out and grabbed her other hand, so you had both of your hands connected to hers between the two of you.
“My beautiful sunset,” you said in English this time.
She leaned forward even closer, inches away from closing the gap between yourselves.
“Wait,” you told her, pulling back. “I don’t have all my memories, but I know that we were together.” She nodded for you to continue. “I also know that there was some sort of fight before HYDRA. I need to know what happened, Natasha,”
Her breath became shaky as she disconnected your hands,
“Not now,”
“No, I want to know. I need to know. Because as much as I hate it, I’m feeling something for you. But I don’t want to, especially if I don’t know what happened. So tell me,”
She took a deep breath in, then stood up.
“I think we’ve spent enough time here, let’s take you back,”
“No! Just tell me what happened!”
“Don’t worry about it, let’s just go back.”
“Why are you being so defensive?”
“I’m not!”
“You are,”
“Y/N I told you, don’t worry about it!”
“Natasha,” you challenged. “Tell me what’s going on right now.”
“I can’t.”
-
That was three days ago, and Natasha hadn’t come to see you since. You missed her.
You had continued to binge your way through Supergirl, almost finishing the fifth season.
“I killed my brother for you! For our friends, don’t you understand what you’ve done?” You quoted perfectly. It didn’t surprise you at this point. You had those memories, and they would show up. But you couldn’t think about any past memories, sometimes they just showed up; like this scene and like the Kryptonian.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you looked up to see a man you hadn’t talked to before,
“Ah, the Winter Snowman,”
“Winter what now?”
You laughed, turning your body to fully face him.
“I know who you are. HYDRA’s beloved Winter Soldier. I just think Winter Snowman is funnier. So, what brings you here?”
“I haven’t talked to you yet,”
“Why’s that? Did we not like each other or something?”
“We were friends,” he told you, looking at the floor. “Once, I was up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, and you happened to be up too for whatever reason. You saw me, and made me hot chocolate. When you saw that I wasn’t exactly okay, you hugged me until my breathing evened out and I was okay. After that, it became a routine for you to make hot chocolate every time I wasn’t doing so great. Sometimes we’d sit in silence, and sometimes I’d talk to you. But you were always there. I could always trust you.”
You smiled, realizing that you really were an incredibly nice person before HYDRA.
“So why haven’t you come to see me yet? Natasha’s been the most, except for the last few days. What’s been stopping you?”
He took a deep breath in,
“I came to apologize.”
“Apologize? What for?”
“I’m part of the reason this happened to you. I’m part of the reason you left.”
“Really? I thought that was Natasha. All I know is that something happened between her and me and she won’t tell me,”
“She did hurt you, through me if you think about it. I still hate myself for it. I’m so, so, sorry, Y/N. I don’t know what came over me, but all I know is that I would take it back if I could.”
“No. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I’m so sorry.”
He left as all the pain and emotion came to your chest. You could see your vision blurring as tears started to form.
“No,” you said softly, falling to your knees.
Your breathing got heavier as you practically crawled to the glass.
“Get me Natasha!” You cried, banging your fists against the wall. “I want Natasha here!”
Tears began to stream down your face as you continued banging. You weren’t sure how long it was like that, but she eventually came running.
F.R.I.D.A.Y. had alerted her that you were in distress and calling for you. She assumed you had somehow gotten hurt, especially since you were huddled on the floor.
She opened the door without hesitation and sat down next to you.
“I’m here,” she said gently.
“Tell me it’s not true,” you said, your voice breaking.
Her heart dropped.
“Tell me you didn’t make me think what we had was real, just for you to cheat on me with Bucky. Tell me you didn’t make me fall in love with you for it to be fake.”
“It wasn’t fake, Y/N. I did love you! I still do.”
You scooted away from her.
“Stop lying. Just tell me the truth; did you or did you not cheat on me with Bucky?”
She let out a few shaky breaths, feeling her own tears form.
“I did.” You let out a sob at her words. “I did and I regret it more than anything. I don’t know what came over me. All I know is that I want you and I wish I never did it,”
You let out a few more sobs as you cried harder.
Out of instinct, she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around you as you sobbed into her chest.
“No.” You told her. “Get away from me. I don’t want comfort from the person who’s the reason for my pain.”
She nodded, wiping her own tears away.
“Y/N, it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’ll never forgive myself for it, but I still love you so much. You’re everything to me,”
You stood up, your harsh glare meeting her once again.
“You were right, Natasha,” you said to her. “I am like Kara. Because just like her, I gave my heart to a lying jackass. Get out and get away from me.”
You weren’t sure why it hurt so bad. You hardly had any of your memories together. But part of you knew that you loved her. Part of your mind never stopped loving her, even while you couldn’t remember her.
Sobs escaped your body as you held your knees to your chest. Natasha hated seeing you like this. She hated it even more so because she was the reason for it.
She wanted nothing more than to comfort you and hold you until you felt better. But she knew she couldn’t.
As she took a step toward the door, she glanced at you one last time, wondering if she truly lost you forever.
-
Carol came by to see you after she saw both Natasha and Bucky sulking.
Like Natasha, she had no problem entering the cell and sitting by you. Steve had advised everyone to keep a safe distance from you as your memories were still primarily HYDRA. He wanted you to fully come back just as much as everyone else did, but he couldn’t risk the safety of the team.
But as soon as she saw your red eyes and tear-struck cheeks, she could give two shits about Steve’s warning.
She sat down next to you on the bed, gently putting a hand on your back to let you know that she was there.
You practically jumped into her arms, allowing yourself to cry once more as you clung onto her.
You sobbed into her chest for a few minutes as she slowly stroked your back.
“Sorry,” you muttered, pulling away from her. “I think I might’ve ruined your shirt,”
She gave a soft laugh, then wrapped an arm around you.
“Don’t worry about it,”
“Why’d she put so much effort into getting my memories back if she knew I would find out and get hurt all over again?”
Carol sighed, gently squeezing your shoulder.
“I think part of her hoped, and is still hoping, that you’d forgive her,”
You scoffed,
“Once a cheater, always a cheater. Even if I remember everything, I’m not getting back with her. God, no wonder I left in the first place,”
“We were all worried about you, y’know. You left without a word. Tony tracked your phone, and found it shattered on the street a few blocks from here. We thought it meant you didn’t want to be found.” She told you. “If we knew you had been taken by HYDRA, we never would’ve stopped looking,”
“What happened while I was gone?”
“We all knew it had something to do with Natasha. She always acted like she was fine, but her eyes were constantly red and puffy. We also heard crying from her bedroom. A week or so later, she blew up at Bucky in front of everyone, so we all found out,”
“What happened then?”
“We hated them for it. We wanted nothing to do with them. I glared at Natasha any chance I got. How could she do that to you? I lost my best friend because of her,”
You let out a sniffle, then looked up at her to see that she had started crying too.
“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you said, hugging her once again. “I don’t clearly remember it, I have bits and pieces. But I should’ve at least talked to you guys instead of leaving like that,”
“It’s okay. You’re here now, and I’m not giving up on you.”
-
A week later, to your own surprise, you had called for Natasha again.
Both Wanda and Peter had made individual visits to you. You were grateful for them as they hugged you tight.
Wanda had suggested that you talk to her one last time to get some closure. She also said that it could help with your memory.
You were reluctant to the idea at first, but eventually agreed as you realized that the memory process was getting you nowhere at this point.
So you stood by the glass, waiting.
When she arrived, she almost couldn’t believe that you wanted her there. She thought that maybe you just wanted to scream at her, but then she saw your calm and collected face.
“I only called you here ‘cause Wanda thinks getting some closure could help with the memories,” you explained right away. You didn’t want her thinking that you had forgiven her.
She nodded, biting her tongue to prevent herself from crying.
You pointed to the door, indicating that you wanted her to come in.
She nodded again, opening it and standing a few feet away from you, arms crossed.
“I just need some answers,”
“Okay,”
You inhaled deeply, closing your eyes. You balled your fists, feeling your nails against your palms.
“Why did you do it?”
“I wish I knew.”
“Oh come on, you have to at least give me more than that,”
“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I genuinely don’t know why I did it.”
“Then tell me how it happened,”
“Are you sure? You said that this could be helpful for your memories, but I don’t want this to cause you any more pain than you already have,”
“I’m sure. Just tell me,”
“Alright,” she let out a slow breath. “You were on your way back from a mission. I had been missing you, so I was staying up late so I could see you as soon as you landed.” Her voice began to shake, but you motioned for her to continue. “While I was waiting, I assumed I was the only one up. So I decided to pour myself a drink, since there was still about an hour and a half before you’d get back. Bucky ended up coming down a few minutes later, so I poured him a drink too.”
“Really? You’re using the drinking excuse?”
She didn’t reply to you, but continued anyway.
“Something didn’t feel right, physically. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I ignored it and instead focused on how I would be seeing you soon. After around 30 minutes, something really felt off. I was about to get up and try to do something about it, but he got up at the same time. One minute we were just standing there, the next we were kissing. I wasn’t sure what had come over me. I didn’t know why I was doing it, but I didn’t stop. After it happened, I felt sick about it; literally. My eyes had turned red, and I just felt so nauseous-”
“I remember that,” you interrupted her. “I remember you had red eyes and weren’t feeling good. I thought you had gotten a cold, so I took time off training to stay with you. Of course, it was just you feeling guilty about being a cheater,”
“I couldn’t face what I had done-”
You interrupted her again,
“Wait a minute, you said you had red eyes and something felt wrong while you were with Bucky, right?” You said, she nodded in response. “Did the drink taste normal?”
She shook her head no,
“It didn’t, but I didn’t really focus on that. I was busy thinking about seeing you again,”
“Who all has access to the drinks?” You asked, your heart rate quickening.
“What are you talking about?”
“Just, take me to the security room and let’s look at the tapes for around that time, but a bit before,”
She wasn’t sure where you were going with this, but she opened the door anyway.
“You’re not gonna restrain my powers?” You asked as you had made it around halfway down the hall.
She shrugged,
“I don’t think you’re gonna hurt me or anyone here,”
You returned her shrug, then walked ahead of her until you reached the security room.
Once you arrived, you smiled, realizing that you had made it there on your own from your memories of this place.
You sat down in front of a computer, and began typing away at the security tapes.
“There’s a missing one, a few hours before,”
She turned her head in confusion.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” she said, “Do everything you can to retrieve this file,”
“Right away, Miss Romanoff,”
“If I’m right then…” you began, but didn’t finish. You didn’t want to get your hopes up.
A few minutes later, F.R.I.D.A.Y. found the deleted file.
You pressed play, showing what had happened that day.
The HYDRA agent had memorized everyone’s schedule. The majority of the most powerful Avengers were currently on a mission, and the others were training; so this was the window.
He had hotwired a car Tony had left at a bar parking lot, when he was too drunk to drive and had to be taken home by a taxi, and then forgetting about the car altogether.
The agent used this to pull in without security questioning it.
He made his way to the back of the building, then spotted a slightly cracked window. He used that as his opportunity, reaching his hands under to fully open it up.
Once he climbed in, he then went to the kitchen.
Due to training schedules and timing, it was likely that no one would be drinking tonight except for the target.
So he took the bottle, opened it, then sprinkled a powder into it.
He then closed it, and put it back where he left it before leaving the room and coming to erase his tracks.
“HYDRA’s told us about that powder before and the effects of it, it makes you susceptible to suggestion. They’ve modified it so they can give specific commands just from taking it.”
“So what does that mean,”
“They knew we were together, they knew I had powers. They knew I’d be devastated if you cheated, and hoped that maybe I’d leave.” You started, staring at her with a mixed expression. “It’s starting to come back to me, the fire alarms had gone off that night. That was their signal that it had worked, and I was hurt. They took that to their advantage, and found me in my devastated state and took me.”
“What are you saying, Y/N?”
You smiled. It was the same smile you used to give her before everything happened. You took a step toward her and cupped her cheeks.
“You didn’t cheat.”
-
Your moment was short lived as you instantly fell to your knees, hands around your head.
Everything was coming back to you now.
“It’s pathetic, and never gonna happen!”
“Oh come on, you guys aren’t gonna actually freeze the room, right?”
“Oh my gosh, um- it’s not what it sounds like! I promise, it’s-”
“You should watch Supergirl with me,”
“Can you not go easy on your girlfriend during training?”
“Of course I’ll be your personal heater,”
“Natasha… I love you. I really do. It’s okay if you don’t wanna say it back, but I thought you should know.”
“My beautiful sunset,”
“You’re my home,”
“Natty,” it was the first time using that nickname since you’d been back here. “Natty, I remember everything now,”
She bent down to you, running a hand through your hair.
To say she was relieved was an understatement; she had just found out that the biggest mistake of her life wasn’t even her fault, that she didn’t betray you like she thought she had. And, the love of her life had finally completely come back to her.
You instantly began crying, leaning your forehead against hers, wrapping your arms around her neck.
Without thinking, you crashed your lips onto hers. It wasn’t a pretty kiss by any means; it was desperate, and wet with tears. But neither of you seemed to care.
“I love you so much,” you said between kisses. “I’m so sorry for everything I said to you.”
“It’s okay, you didn’t know, no one did,” she wrapped her arms even tighter. “I love you too.”
If either of you had been thinking straight, you would have alerted the team that you had gotten your memories back and didn’t need to be locked up anymore.
But you weren’t. All that was on either of your minds was making up for lost time.
She picked you up effortlessly, holding you tight. You wrapped your legs around her waist, keeping your lips on her skin.
She carried you all the way back to her (and now yours once again) room.
Once she set you on the bed, she reconnected your lips in a messy but meaningful kiss.
She crawled on top of you, planting kisses everywhere.
“I love you,” you told her again.
“And I love you,”
And those were all the words either of you needed right now as you continued showing each other just how much you loved and missed one another.
-
Hours later, you lay on the bed completely wrapped around her. Your face was buried in her neck as your limbs tangled with each other.
You both shot straight up at a knock to her door.
“Natasha,” came the voice of Steve. “Y/N’s missing.”
“About that…” she said. “There’s a lot I need to tell you guys.”
She hopped off the bed, keeping her hand connected with yours.
You met Steve’s worried eyes when she opened the door, tightening your grip on Natasha.
The conversation with the team ended up going well. Everyone apologized for how they had been toward Natasha and Bucky after learning that it wasn’t their fault.
And of course, they were ecstatic that you were back.
Carol, Wanda and Peter, ran toward you and all tried to hug you at once, resulting in a dog pile. Eventually, everyone else joined too, only making the pile bigger.
You met Bucky’s eyes, and gave him a smile. He seemed relieved, then smiled back at you.
The rest of the day, everyone continued making sure you were okay, and Tony had already started a plan for finding that HYDRA agent.
Bruce wanted to do a checkup, which you agreed to. Natasha held your hand the entire time, which made it a lot harder for him to do what he needed to. Despite this, he couldn’t bring himself to tell her to stop. You had both suffered so much these past few months, so if you wanted to hold hands right now, then so be it.
“Y’know,” Natasha began, pulling you into her lap. “We haven’t had a proper date in so long. Obviously it’s too late to go anywhere, but we can have a night in and watch last week's episode of Supergirl if you’d like. I haven’t watched it since the last time, and I really have missed my favorite blanket. So, what do you think?”
You turned around, kissing her instantly. It was a long, deep, needed kiss. You couldn’t get enough of each other now that you were back.
Once you pulled apart for air, she smirked at you.
“So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”
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