MONSTER --- natasha romanoff x fem oc

Chapter 9

The next morning Freya woke up, without having a single dream that night.

She stood up and to her surprise, she didn't feel as tired and exhausted as yesterday. And no voices today. For now.

With a quick look at the alarm clock - half-past seven - she stepped under the shower and changed into some of Natasha's clothes she found in the rubble of the wardrobe.

She looked through the rubble on the floor, the white parts of the desk mixed with the brown parts of the wardrobe. In it, she found a pad and a pencil.

She sat down on the bed and wrote everything down. Her dreams. The voices. Natasha. Everything.

A sudden knock at the door made her stop and look down on the paper, the words scrawly and unreadable.

"What?", Freya asked.

"It's Nat."

Freya relaxed and said: "Come in."

The door opened and Natasha looked around the room, taking up the wreckage.

"Do you wanna talk about it?", she asked as her eyes met Freya's.

She didn't react and Natasha's gaze fell on the paper in front of Freya. "You know, I could also get you a journal", she said, shrugging, but Freya just ripped out the papers and burned them in her hand.

Natasha's look didn't change as she watched the black flames eat the paper within seconds.

Freya threw the ashes on the floor and said: "Can we go now?"

Natasha nodded. "Follow me."

On the whole way, Natasha didn't say a word, but Freya concentrated on her thoughts.

Should I mention yesterday? No, better not, she probably doesn't want to speak about it... she lost... maybe her parents? But it seemed like she just found out...

Freya shut her thoughts out. Maybe she will tell her and the others, but not today.

About a minute later they reached a closed wooden door which looked exactly like the others they came past, except for a small sign which said: Conference room.

Natasha stopped and turned around so she looked Freya in the eyes.

"Listen, you need to convince them that they can trust you. Tell them about you. You need to show them what you are. Who you are."

Freya nodded and Natasha opened the door.

The Avengers seemed to be in an intense discussion, but when Freya entered they all fell silent.

Natasha walked towards a chair next to Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers, but Freya stayed where she was.

"So, that's the magic girl that wanted to kill us all", said Stark.

Freya held back a sarcastic answer and answered: "I didn't want to kill all of you."

Stark raised his eyebrows.
"But it sounds like you wanted to kill at least one of us."

Freya looked at Natasha and she nodded. Go on, she read her thoughts.

She wanted to tell Freya something without saying anything and because she knew she could read minds she thought it. Clever.
Freya took a deep breath.

"I was sent to kill Tony Stark." Surprise spread on the faces of the Avengers, but Freya concentrated on Stark.

Why does everyone want to kill me? But she said sent... by who?