It were just flashes at first. Glimpses, pieces. None of this made sense.
There was a strange man in circular glasses.
He called him a Sergeant.
Then there was a train.
A snow-covered abyss.
A man screaming as he was falling down.
Was the man screaming for him?
Blood-stained snow.
A gaping wound where an arm should be.
A surgery.
Metal arm.
Frost. Ice.
He was so cold.
He punched someone and suddenly there were rifles pointed at him all around the room. But he didn't care.
Because then it flashed again.
He saw red.
And heard a laugh.
It took him a moment to realize what that red was.
Hair.
Joined by green eyes smiling at him.
Someone walked in. Asked about a mission report. But he didn't want to notice him. All he wanted to see were these glimpses of red and green and the warmth that came with it. That feeling had a name, he was sure of it, but couldn't quite remember.
The man slapped him across the face. It didn't even hurt that much. But it was gone. She was gone, whoever she was.
His mind flashed back to the highway he was at not so long ago. Could that be...?
"The woman on the bridge."
He knew they would punish him. But they would even if he didn't ask. They always managed to find a reason.
"Who was she?"
"You've met her before on another assignment."
No. That wasn't that. She was different. Happy. He was happy too. Another glimpse. They were fighting. And they had an audience. They were being watched, studied even.
"I knew her."
The man's look was concerned for a moment before he sat down and started saying something about a gift to mankind, shaping the century, order and chaos, Hydra, freedom. He didn't care. He just wanted to see these... memories? Could that be it?
He tried once again. "But I knew her."
Prep him. Wipe him and start over.
Then he was pushed back, teeth protector was put in his mouth. The machine started whirring, making him tighten every muscle in his body instinctively, preparing for incoming agony.
And just before it locked on his head, one more thing flashed across his mind.
Not a picture this time.
A word.
A name.
Natalia.
it's so short and i remember i wrote this in a hurry but i love this so much.
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look after you × winterwidow & oc
FanfictionWhere Natasha didn't escape from the Red Room alone, but accompanied by a child, one she swore to protect no matter what the cost and become someone she never thought she'd get a chance to be - a mother. Yet the past doesn't want to stay hidden and...
