Chapter 28: Going back to the Red Room

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TW: mentioning of guns and smaller injuries and a panic attack, slight violence, 

Pov Nat

Tony tried to talk me out of it but I already had my mind set the second that video was over. I knew I was going to get her out of there. Out of the place where I wanted to protect her from, the place that I thought I already destroyed but apparently not.

If I'm being honest, I didn't really have a plan on what I was going to do but I wanted to be with my daughter. It was obvious that I couldn't take anyone with me, Dreykov wouldn't have made that deal otherwise. So, I decided to do this on my own, but trying to stay in contact with the others. They just need to know where the Red Room is and can figure out a plan then.
I wouldn't have been a great help anyway because ever since we watched that video, my mind kept replaying the scenes of y/n's hurt, broken face and anger boils inside of me.

I'm currently sitting in a vehicle, my eyes blindfolded and my hands tied behind my back. It went pretty quick after I reached out to the number who sent us the video and somehow I ended up being 'kidnapped'. But is it kidnapping, if you plan on letting them take you?

I mean, I swore I'd never go back to the Red Room but that was before they had my daughter and decided to torture her to make me come there. Sure, it was a plan to get me there but as long as I get to see my child and know she is safe with me, I can live with that. My leg bounces a little, nervous to go back there and scared to see in which state they left y/n.

Wanda offered to come with me, she wanted to get y/n out of there as much as I did, which kinda made me look at here in a different way, but I declined that offer. The Red Room wouldn't have taken her with me and she's also still a teenager and shouldn't be put in this kind of danger. No matter if she fought with us in the battle against Ultron and if she has powers.
But I give her credit for her actions and maybe y/n wasn't that wrong about Wanda, maybe she did change and wants to be good now.

I hear silent noises from the tiny earpiece in my ear. Tony created a new one, even smaller than the old one so it's not noticeable. I can't really communicate with them but I can hear them talk and they can track my location. If everything goes according to plan, they can get us out of there very soon. But my first priority will be finding my daughter and making sure she is as okay as possible.

After a long ride, the vehicle stops. I'm not even sure if we were driving or flying because we changed vehicles a few times along the way.

Someone grabs my shoulders and pulls me up, pushing me towards the exit. I follow and try to listen to find out what's around me but there is just some silent engine noise. I'm lead through endless hallways until I am pushed into a room and the blindfold is taken from my eyes.

Hate fills my whole body as I look into Dreykov's face. He grins and someone unties the restrictions around my hands. I automatically go to hit Dreykov but something inside me stops me, I can't punch him and it makes me even angrier.

"Natasha, it's so good to have you back here after all those years." He greets me and I could spit him in the face for his tone that's somewhere between spitefulness and surprise.
"If I'm being honest, I didn't thought, you'd take the offer but I suppose, I was right: Love does make you week." He states and starts walking around his office. I don't care about my surroundings and slowly follow him to his desk, my eyes pinned on him.

"Where is she?" I ask, not having the nerve for his games. He turns his head in my direction and chuckles darkly.
"Natasha, we haven't seen each other in years, we have some catching up to do." He scolds lightly and I role my eyes.

"Cut the bullshit, Dreykoy! Where's my daughter?" I ask again, my voice growing in volume.
He walks around his desk and leans against it, directly in front of me. So, I clench my fist and raise it but again, something keeps me from hitting him and it makes me furious.

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