Natasha Romanoff's Man

—(START)—

THRASH

THRASH

THRASH

  The skin of your back burned. From the top of your neck to where your pants begin, you were bleeding badly. Tears spilled uglily down your face but you didn’t dare make a sound. You knew it’d only make this worse, you knew better.

Agent Niko, the HYDRA agent in charge of punishing you and the twins (yes, I’m making this a thing), had just spent the last hour whipping your bare back. Pietro was in your shared cell, he’d slammed into a wall and got to leave once he passed out. But they were pushing Wanda far past what she was capable of. She was strong for 10 years old, but it has been hours of training. She needed rest. Unlike you, you had the strength to keep going.

You couldn’t just stand by and watch as tears began to spill out of your poor sister’s eyes.

—(FLASHBACK)—

  Wanda raised her arms once again, eyes tearing up as she pleaded,

“Pl-Please, sir! I-I can’t do train anymore!”

“YOU WILL OR SO HELP ME, GIRL, I WILL MAKE SURE YOU WON’T STAND UP NEXT MORNING FROM THE BEATING YOU’LL RECEIVE FROM ME! PERSONALLY! THIS IS YOUR PURPOSE AND YOU WILL DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!”

  The agent yelled back. His brown eyes brimmed with purple. He had been experimented on too…

  At least he got to choose this life…

  You shouldn’t have thought about him like that but you did. You didn’t ask for this crap, you didn’t ask to be a lab rat, and he didn’t have any rights to yell at Wanda like that.

  You stayed still as he yelled at Wanda. You don’t know why. Shock or maybe even fear? No, that wasn’t it, this had happened before. It wasn’t a new discovery of how cruel HYDRA could be. You had first hand experience with HYDRA’s “love”.

  Anger. That was it. You were mad. It felt like your feet had melted to the floor from how mad you’d gotten over this.

  Your hands… they were scorching hot. But it didn’t hurt like fire had before HYDRA took you. It felt… almost good.

  The experiments that Hydra did on you, they gave you powers. You could create fire out of thin air from your body, it basically healed you. It did take a big toll on your body though so your body developed a heightened endurance and strength capacity. Obviously you still get tired but it’s a hell of a lot harder!

  Then, he pushed Wanda. She fell onto the floor and covered her face as the man raised his hand once again.

“I’M GONNA TEACH YOU A LITTLE LESSON ON HOW TO PERSEVERE THROUGH PAIN, LITTLE GIRL!”

“NO, YOU AREN’T GONNA TOUCH HER!” 

  You yelled at him but immediately regretted giving up the element of surprise as two of the large HYDRA agents standing by rushed towards you.

  You didn’t have time to think about it though, you raised your open balms and blasted two fireballs at the brown eyed agent just as you were tackled into the ground.

  Your training had been going pretty well because they’d told you that you were almost ready for “the mission”. You knew what that entailed. The demons at HYDRA were sending you after a different group of demons called The Avengers.

  Kinda stupid name if you ask me but at least it’s not HYDRA. Now THAT’S a corny name.

  The two fire balls, almost perfectly aimed, hit him right on the side of the face. If those two agents hadn’t grabbed you, you could’ve fully blinded him. You’ll take making a real life Zuko though, he deserved to see what you did to him.

  The fall wasn’t soft nor were the agents who were bringing you to the “timeout room” as certain HYDRA agents called it.

—(END OF FLASHBACK)—

  That’s what lead for you to be in this situation now.

  Every experiment in the “HYDRA family” knew and was actively scared of the “timeout room”. It was a symbol of discipline and pain. It was separate from the cells you’d sleep in but sometimes, in the closest cell, you could hear when someone screamed if you were quiet. 

  The room was grey, being made completely of concrete. Every wall except for the wall with the door was the same. There was one difference amongst the walls though. The dried blood that stained the floor and walls. HYDRA didn’t care enough to clean the room after every use so it happened once a month. The room was usually  just messy enough to gag about on your first visit. In the middle was a light hanging from the ceiling, a black chair, and a black table. 

  You were on your hands and toes on the floor, they had made you hold a plank. The whole time. The ground beneath your hands was cold but a welcome difference to the fire in your back (something you never thought you’d experience ever again).

  This is the worst they’d ever beaten you throughout your three years here. Your nose was bleeding, your eye was black and blue, your back’s blood had begun to drip onto the floor. Your abs were sore from the hard position and your wrists felt heavy as if you were going to collapse any second. In all honesty, you were. You’ve lost a lot of blood.

You looked up at Niko just in time.

“Repeat after me, rat... I'm the problem, I am HYDRA’s perfect soldier, I will work harder.”

  Niko spoke in a single toned voice you were very familiar with. He used it every time you got in trouble.

  You were in trouble a lot over the years, you didn’t know how you managed to climb the ranks with the amounts of visits to this room.

  Most of it wasn’t actually your fault. You couldn’t bear to see Wanda or Pietro taken away or punished with pain so whenever they broke something or anything you could chalk up to being your fault, you’d take the blame. And, in turn, you’d take the punishment too.

  They’re just kids, you’re their older brother. It was your responsibility to protect them. Your parents died when you were just 10, they’d only been 6 years old (don’t ask how CPS didn’t come get you guys). They barely remember them. It was you guys against the world until HYDRA.

  I don’t wanna say that crap. It wasn’t my fault that the dude was a jerk.

  But if you wanted medical attention… you were gonna have to give them their key sentence. Sometimes you think that Niko gets off to hearing you say that line every time.

  You take a big breath, trying to steady your voice as if this didn’t affect you in the slightest bit. Even if it didn’t fully work out..

“I-I’m the pro-problem… I am HY-HYDRA’s perfect s-soldier… I will work har-harder…”

  You were barely understandable at this point. Niko seemed to think it was enough luckily.

BAM

  Niko harshly dropped the whip he used on you onto the ground. Usually, you would’ve called this a stupid move but right now, you were too weak to do anything other than finally having the satisfaction of dropping onto the floor.

  You closed your eyes, taking in the silence. Tears now fully covered your cheeks as the pain had time to settle in now.

  He called for a medic. He had no hurry, if you died it’d just be one less annoyance in his day. You felt many hands grab you, lifting you up. But before you could open your eyes and check where you were, you blacked out.

—(IN THE MORNING)—

  The world comes back from a blur to clear. You're laying down in your cot, as you do every morning. The morning HYDRA agent hasn’t come. It’s at most 4:55 AM. On your right, Wanda lays snuggled into your side. 

  She’s always been scared of being alone in the dark ever since you guys were taken. It was midnight. You were just walking home from the convenience store when HYDRA’s car pulled up. You had no reason to run, you didn’t know that you should’ve. They slowed down, jumped out of the car and grabbed you guys. 

  Pietro laid on your right side. Usually, he is fine enough to sleep on his own cot but I guess seeing you unconscious freaked him out enough to wanna share.

  You sat up from your position, fighting the urge to groan from pain. You didn’t want to wake the twins by being loud. You already pushed the line a lot by sitting up.

  Luckily for you, your experimentation gave you a great healing factor/system to compensate for the fire on your skin (you are immune to fire damage all together). Your back still hurts but according to the bandages on you, you stopped bleeding during the night but it’s definitely still scabbed over.

  You touch your face a bit, just to test. Your black eye has healed up and stopped swelling. Your nose as well has healed and luckily didn’t break in the room. It was only bleeding.

  Every morning, they throw your breakfast at you (it’s always protein bars or sandwiches in plastic wrap or stuff that won’t splatter. Hard things for the most part). Not underhand. A full strike. They want to make it so that you can be ready with a split sound. You’ve conditioned yourself to wake up before breakfast is served so that you can cover Wanda and Pietro under you so that when they throw it, it only hits you and not them.

  You lay there, Wanda and Pietro safely (and soundly) below you. You take a moment to revel in the peace. The beauty of silence and peace.

SCCRRRRR

  The door to your cell slides open with a creek, showing its years in one sound. An agent walks in, holding food. Protein bars and bottles of water.

  You tense up a bit, waiting for the strikes. And a few seconds later, they hit you. Not all at once but one at a time dropping to the floor afterwards. You flinch a bit at each one. It doesn’t hurt anymore but when they first did it, it made you scream. The early conditioning just left you flinching now.

  Once the agent left, chuckling to himself as he shut the door, you got off the bed and picked up the food. You put it on Pietro’s bed, it’d be safe there while you put a shirt on and woke the twins up.

  You had only a long sleeve mission regulated HYDRA shirt. It wasn’t the most comfortable material but after all these years, it felt luxurious to wear. It would cover the bandage from the twins who would be worried if they saw too much which was a bonus to it.

  Now fully clothed, you go to your cot once more and shake Wanda and Pietro’s shoulders gently, not wanting to scare them.

“C’mon guys. It’s 5:00 AM now, it’s time to eat.”

  Wanda lets out a yawn as she slowly sits up from the cot, letting herself fully wake up before she stands up.

  As for Pietro, he is sitting on his cot, waiting to eat his rations before you could even turn your head to watch him run. He was always an early bird when it came to breakfast.

  I guess running that fast has to come with a fast metabolism.

“… are you okay now, N/N?”

  You freeze up a bit as Wanda asks, referring to your back. For a split moment, you’d forgotten that they’d seen your bandages. You know that Wanda asked purely out of concern but you felt bad that you made her worry about you.

“Of course I am, sis. I’m the strongest man around, remember? If Y/N Maximoff is ever hurt..?”

  You pause your sentence, waiting for Wanda to finish the line you always tell them. But before Wanda can start, Pietro interjects in an upbeat voice.

 “Just wait a couple minutes!”

 You all laugh for a minute at the interruption from Pietro. You have a fast heal so it’s only a few minutes wait for minor injuries (which is the only thing you usually let them see) to heal fully.

  And once again, like before they’d woken up, the cell was easy. Warm. It felt almost peaceful.

But as Robert Frost said, “Nothing Gold Can Stay”.

BOOOOM

Rubble and debris flies everywhere as an explosion comes from the wall outside of your cell.

—(THE END)—

My first fic, please be nice!!!