Winter's Widow

Chapter 16

I'm thinking of ending this fic. Everything just went to shit after chapter 10 XD

This might end soon so just telling you now.

Natasha's pov:

I look at the clock below the tv. 11:37.

I'm sitting in between Clint and Bucky. They're my favorites. Everybody's in the living room watching scary movies. Right now we're watching The Visit. I'm relaxed, but Clint isn't. He's pretending like he's not scared, but not very well. He's holding my arm, very discreetly so Bucky doesn't notice. We don't need a repeat of yesterdays hilarious shenanigans. He needs me to protect him. It's funny. He's all bark and no bite. The movie is almost over. Bucky and Steve are both fascinated with colored movies and television. They think it's amazing. They're cute.

Jumpscare.

Everyone but me and Sam jumps. Sam didn't jump because he's seen this before, so he's prepared. I just don't show fear. Sam's the one who suggested this movie in the first place. Clint is more huddled into me now. I put the blanket on my lap over him so it covers us both. To my left I see Bucky's left arm tensing up and twitching a little. How bad did that scare him?

...

The movie is finally over, and I'm tired as hell. I just wanna go to sleep. Now, everyone is turning in for the night.

"I don't wanna go to sleep now. Somebody stay up with me?" Clint asks hopefully.

"No way. I'm going to sleep. Sorry friend." I tell the bird.

He groans.

I enter my room and fall on my bed. I grab the handcuffs from the drawer in my nightstand. I lock my hand to the bed, and place the key back in the drawer. I slowly drift to sleep.

Bucky's pov:

It's now 12:39.

I sneak into Natasha's room. From that little comment she made yesterday, I couldn't help but get suspicious. Especially after I saw the cuts on her wrist. I immediately recognized the cuts from my red room days. All the little girls in the red room had those cuts. Images of little girls dancing and twirling flash through my mind. Images of little girls fighting each other, practically to the death. Little girls firing guns. 28 little girls, and all of them blood soaked. Those are the little girls that I taught how to snap a neck with ease. Those are the little girls that know how to choke a man with their thighs. One stood out from the rest. Little Natalia Romonova. Top of her class. My personal favorite. The one survivor. The Black Widow. I close the door behind me and see Natalia laying on the bed, one hand cuffed to the bed. The cuff is cutting up her wrist. It's bringing back memories I'm not fond of. I open the drawer next to her, and find the keys. I quietly unlock the cuff around her wrist and put the cuffs in the drawer. I hold her wrist with my metal hand, so it still feels like she's cuffed. Her wrists are so small I can wrap my fingers around them with no problem. Now the cuffs wont hurt her. I sit on the floor next to her bed and lean my head back. Sleep slowly consumes me.

Natasha's pov:

I wake up not long after falling asleep. My hand feels off. I see the problem now. Bucky took off my cuffs. He has his metal hand around my wrist. He is asleep leaning against the bed. Sweet boy.

I feel bad. Why? Why did he do this? He didn't have to do that. Now he has to sleep very uncomfortably. This brings back memories of the red room. He always seemed to be particularly fond of me. I think that I was his favorite. I sure hope so. He was my favorite. Me and him would spar a lot, and I'm thankful for that. He's one of the only good things that came from my time in the red room, other than my skill. Sparing was the best part of the day for me, back then. He was the best part of it all. I remember that he used to let my play with his hair a lot. He didn't seem to mind it ever. Was it worth it? I hope so. I guess I'll find out tomorrow morning. If he leaves, he better cuff me up again.

I really don't deserve him.