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Summary: y/n gets her mind taken over my Loki

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You were compromised, brainwashed and by none other than Loki. You were manipulated by his magic and you were stronger now, but your big sister was still stronger. She managed to fight you even though it pained her to fight her eleven year old sister she knew it had to be done for the greater good. Eventually she knocked you out cleanly with a punch to the head, then she gently pick you up and carried you to a private room.

Natasha set you down gently on the bed and sat down on the edge, her hand running gently through your hair. She let out a shaky sigh, staring down at your face. There was a deep sadness in her eyes, but she tried to ignore it. She was supposed to be calm and emotionless, she was an assassin, she had been trained to not feel things, but this was her baby sister, and it was hard to shut out these emotions.

You were still unconscious and your wrists were in straps attached to the bed-chair

Natasha sighed quietly as you remained unconscious, the sound of the beeping machines in the room was the only thing that broke the silence. She continued to gently run her hand through your hair, a small crease between her eyebrows. She was struggling to keep her emotions in check. Her eyes would occasionally flicker towards your strapped wrists and her expression would harden, before she forced her eyes back on your face.

“Mmm ughhhhgh!!!” You shout

Natasha's hand pauses, her eyes snapping up to meet yours when your eyes flutter open. A wave of relief washes over her face when she sees you starting to wake up. "Hey, hey, you're alright," she murmurs softly, her hand gently resting against your cheek. You pull at your restrains but the restrains hold fast, keeping you firmly in place. Natasha watches your struggle for a moment, before speaking up softly. "Easy, it's for your own safety," she says, her tone gentle. "You're not in control right not, you're in Loki’s mind control spell."

“Let me go Nat!!” "No." Her tone is firm, but her eyes betray her sadness. "You're not in control of your own mind right now. You're not yourself, y/n." She keeps her hand on your cheek, her touch unusually tender. You jerk your head away and snap at her hand.

Natasha pulls her hand back, a slight grimace crossing her face at your hostility. It's strange to see you acting like this, the sweet little girl she knows replaced by a brainwashed version of you. She takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I know you don't understand what's going on right now." She says gently. "But you need to trust me, okay?"

“What’s happening to me? Let me out of these straps!!” You all pulling hard at the straps holding your wrists down.

Natasha exhales deeply, knowing that she needs to explain things to you, despite the fact that you won't like the truth. "You've been brainwashed, y/n. Loki, he used his magic on you, manipulated your mind. That's why you're strapped to the bed, it's for your own good, and for the safety of everyone around you."

“Let me go Natasha!” She shakes her head, her voice firm. "I can't do that Y/nn. You're not in your right mind, and you're a danger to yourself and everyone around you. The minute I release those straps you'll try to attack me." She says firmly, her eyes hardening with resolve.

“Gaaaahhhh!!! Get him out of my head!!!!!” You scream

Natasha watches you struggle against your mental torment, her heart breaking to see you in so much pain. She wanted nothing more than to comfort you, to hold you close and make everything better, but she also knew she couldn't risk letting you free, not with Loki's influence still so strong. Her voice was softer now, an almost pleading tone coming through. "I know it's hard, I know it hurts." She says softly. "But you have to fight it, y/n. Fight his hold on you."

Natasha has seen this before with Clint but she didn’t want to do to you what she did to him to snap him out of this. Natasha knew all too well the horrors of Loki's mind control, having witnessed it firsthand with Clint. The memory of the brutal methods she used to break him free still haunted her. She couldn't bear the thought of doing that to you, her little sister, her sweet, uncomplicated, innocent little sister. But as she watched you struggle against the torment of Loki's influence, her gaze hardened with a painful resolve. She had to find a way, any way, to break you free without resorting to the same methods she used with Clint. Natasha had Bruce formulate an elixir to wear off the mind control. Bruce Banner, the brilliant scientist and the Hulk, worked tirelessly in his lab to concoct an elixir that could counter Loki's mind control. After hours spent poring over research and experimenting with various chemicals, he finally developed a formula that had the potential to neutralize Loki's influence over your mind. Natasha waited impatiently, her eyes flicking to the door of Bruce's lab every several moments. This was their best option, their only option, to free you from Loki's grip and bring you back to yourself.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Bruce emerged from his lab with a vial in his hand, the dark purple concoction swirling inside. He approached Natasha, his expression weary but hopeful. "I think I've got it," he said, holding up the vial. "This should counteract Loki's mind control. It's a complex formula, but I've run simulations and it should work."

Natasha's eyes locked onto the vial, her hope rising with each word Bruce spoke. "Are you sure it will work?" She asked, her voice strained with a mix of desperation and uncertainty. She wanted so badly to believe that this could be the solution, that it could free you from Loki's grip, but she also dreaded the possibility of getting her hopes up only to be crushed if it failed. “Yes it’ll work for sure. It might taste a bit disgusting but it’ll definitely work.”

He says handing the cup of elixir to Natasha.

Natasha took the cup from Bruce's hands, her grip tight as she held it. Her gaze lingered on the indigo liquid, the color swirling hypnotically in the light.

"I hope you're right," she said softly, a hint of doubt and fear flickering in her eyes. She knew the importance of this moment, the weight of it resting heavily on her shoulders. Without another word, she turned and walked back into the room where you were still strapped to the bed.

"Y/n?" She called softly as she approached you. “What?!” You retorted

Natasha's heart twisted painfully as she saw the cold, unfeeling look in your eyes. It was a stark contrast to the warmth and life that usually sparked within them. She took a deep breath, summoning all her strength to remain calm.

"I have something for you," she said softly, approaching closer. Holding up the cup of the indigo liquid, she continued, her voice steady even though her heart felt like it was breaking. "Drink this." “What is it?” You ask. Natasha tried to keep her expression neutral, knowing that the truth might not be what you wanted to hear. "It's an elixir. A special formula that Bruce developed. It will help break Loki's control over your mind."

She approached closer, holding the cup to your lips. "You have to drink it, y/n. Trust me, it's for your own good." “It smells bad I’m not drinking that!” Natasha couldn't help but feel a flicker of sympathy at your stubborn resistance. She understood your hesitation, the strange and likely unpleasant odour of the concoction not exactly being an inviting proposition.

"I know it doesn't smell good," she said quietly, her voice gentle yet firm. "But I promise you, it's necessary. It's the only way to break Loki's control."

She leaned closer, holding the cup up to your lips again. "Please, y/n. Just take a small sip to start."

“No!!” Natasha gritted her teeth, her patience beginning to wear thin. Your stubborn refusal was driving her to the brink of desperation. She knew time was of the essence, that every second delayed only gave Loki's grip over you more time to strengthen.

"Y/n, you have to drink this," she said firmly, her voice harder now as frustration seeped in. She placed her free hand on your chin, trying to tilt your head back so you would drink. "Open your mouth."

You turned your head away from Natasha.

Natasha's jaw clenched, a mix of frustration and helplessness coursing through her. She had always been patient, but her little sister's stubborn refusal was testing her limits.

"Stop being so stubborn," she snapped, her hand still holding your chin. "You're acting like a child. You need to drink this, whether you like it or not. It's for your own good."

With a swift move, she placed the cup against your lips again, determined to force you to drink it. “No I don’t want to!! It smells bad and it probably tastes worse!” You shout.

Natasha's patience was hanging by a frayed thread now. The tension in her shoulders was evident, her jaw tense as she fought to control her frustration.

"I don't care how it tastes," she said through clenched teeth. "This isn't a game, y/n. You need to stop behaving like this. Now, for the last time, open your mouth and drink the elixir." “Do you have something I can eat to get the tease taste out of my mouth when I’m done?” you ask her.

Natasha's expression softened a fraction, a flicker of understanding in her eyes. She knew you were trying to negotiate, to make the situation more palatable.

"Fine," she said a bit more gently, the tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly. "I'll find something sweet for you to eat afterwards, to help with the taste. *But*, you have to drink the elixir first, understand? No more arguing." “Can you get me blackberries?” You ask innocently.

Natasha nodded, a small sigh leaving her lips as she acquiesced to your request. She was still annoyed with your stubbornness but it was clear she was willing to make a concession if it meant you would drink the elixir. "Blackberries," she repeated, a touch of resignation in her voice. "I'll find you some blackberries. But again, you gotta drink the elixir first, okay?"

“Get the berries first then I’ll drink it. I want them here and ready so i can eat them as soon as I drink this sludge.”

You say motioning to the cup

Natasha clenched her jaw, biting back a sharp retort. She wanted to argue, to force you to drink the elixir immediately, but she knew that wouldn't work.

"Fine," she bit out, her patience wearing thin. "I'll get you the blackberries first. But you better keep your end of the bargain and drink the elixir, got it?" Without waiting for a response, Natasha spun on her heel and stormed out of the room, a mix of anger and determination on her face.

Natasha walked through the bustling hallways of the Avengers facility, her gaze sharp and focused as she made her way to the kitchen. The facility was alive with activity, with various agents and superheroes going about their day, but Natasha's mind was solely fixed on her mission: blackberries.

As she entered the kitchen, she began searching through the fridge and pantry, looking for those elusive blackberries you had requested. Finally, she found a bowl of fresh blackberries sitting in the back corner of the fridge and grabbed them, a small sigh of relief escaping her lips.

With the blackberries in hand, Natasha quickly made her way back to your room, her mind still swirling with thoughts of your stubbornness and the urgency of the situation. Finally, she reached the door to your room and walked in, her gaze scanning the room until she found you strapped to the bed.

“I have the blackberries," she said coolly, walking closer to your bedside and holding the bowl out towards you. "Now it's your turn to hold up your side of the bargain. Drink the elixir." You sigh “Okay I’ll do it.”

Natasha tried to ignore the small spark of triumph within her as you agreed to drink the elixir. She was glad you were finally cooperating, even if it was just a step in the right direction.

"Good," she said, her voice a bit softer now. She held out the cup of indigo liquid to you, her gaze steady. "Just a few sips and then you can have the berries."

She watched you closely, her hand holding the cup just above your lips, waiting for you to take the first sip. “But it smells nasty!” You say now getting a smell of the liquid.

Natasha couldn't hold back an exasperated sigh this time. Dealing with your stubbornness was more exhausting than any mission she had ever been on.

"I know it smells bad, y/n," she said, her patience growing thin. "But it's necessary. And the sooner you drink it, the sooner you can have the blackberries."

She pushed the cup closer to your lips, trying to sound firmer this time. "Just drink a sip, okay?" “Can’t I just wait it or Nat!!!”

You yell your anger uncontrollable due to Loki’s spell.

Natasha's eyebrows furrowed as you yelled, her frustration rising. She could see the anger and the influence of Loki's spell creeping in, making you less like yourself with each passing second.

"No, you can't wait," she said firmly, her voice rising in response to your outburst. "The sooner you drink this, the sooner we can break Loki's spell. I won't let you be manipulated any longer."

She pressed the cup to your lips more firmly this time, her grip tight. "Drink. Now."

You pull your face away from the cup

“No!!!!” Natasha's patience was officially at its absolute limit.

Her grasp on the cup tightened, her jaw clenching with frustration. She was done with your stubbornness, she was done with playing games.

She leaned in even closer, her face just inches from yours, her voice a low growl.

"Open. Your. Mouth. Now." You whine and Natasha's grip on the cup remained unyielding as she watched you begin to whine. She had had just about enough of your tantrums and resistance.

"Stop whining," she said firmly, her voice brooking no room for argument.

With a swift move, her free hand came up and grabbed your chin, her fingers pressing into your skin firmly but not painfully. Her gaze bored into yours, determination and a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Open your mouth and drink the elixir, or I'll force it down your throat myself."

She opens your mouth as you refuse to do so yourself, pouring some of the liquid into your mouth then closing it while rubbing your throat to make you swallow. Natasha's grip on the cup was steady as she carefully poured a small amount of the indigo elixir into your open mouth. She knew you wouldn't willingly drink it yourself, so this was the only alternative.

As the elixir made contact with your tongue, you began to cough and sputter, your throat closing reflexively. Natasha's hand gently rubbed your throat, coaxing you to swallow the liquid.

"Swallow," she urged quietly, her eyes never leaving yours. "Come on, you have to swallow it."

You gulp it down reluctantly “Gah! That’s disgusting!!” Natasha couldn't help but exhale a sigh of relief as you swallowed the elixir. Finally, you had ingested the liquid.

"I know it's disgusting," she acknowledged, her tone still somewhat stern but a hint of understanding in her eyes. "But it was necessary. Now we just need to wait a few minutes for it to take effect."

After placing the empty cup on a nearby table, she turned back to you, her gaze assessing your expression.

“Untie me now!!” You demanded from her.

Natasha crossed her arms, her gaze unwavering as you demanded to be untied.

"Not yet," she replied, her voice firm. "I need to make sure that the elixir works fully, and that it has truly broken Loki's influence before I untie you."

She watched you closely, her eyes scrutinizing your every movement, searching for any sign of Loki's control still lingering within you.

“Can’t you at least sit with me?” You ask

Natasha's stern expression softened marginally at your request for her to sit with you. She considered it for a brief moment, her gaze still fixed on you. While maintaining a firm stance, she finally acquiesced with a small sigh.

"Fine," she replied, uncrossing her arms. "I'll sit with you, but only until I'm sure the elixir has fully worked."

She took a seat on the edge of the bed, positioning herself close to you but still with a hint of wariness in her gaze.

You lay your head back and close your eyes.

Natasha watched as you rested your head back against the headboard, your eyes closing. She allowed herself a moment of silence, her mind still racing with thoughts and concerns.

She stole glances at you every so often, her gaze flicking over your form, assessing the effects the elixir was having, or not having.

"How do you feel?" she asked quietly, curiosity lacing her voice. Her hands fidgeted in her lap, an unconscious gesture of anxiety.

“Tired, woozy, and a bit dizzy.” You say with your eyes closed.

Natasha nodded, taking note of your reported symptoms. It was a normal reaction to the elixir, a sign that it was beginning to work its magic.

"It's normal to feel that way," she reassured, her voice gentler now. "The elixir can cause those side effects. Just try to rest for now, okay?"

She shifted on the bed, angling herself slightly to face you better, her guard still half up but starting to slowly lower. “Nat?”

Natasha's attention snapped to you as you spoke her name, her gaze locking onto yours. "Yes?" she responded, her voice calm and steady, but a hint of concern lingering beneath the surface.

“My chin itches and um…” you look down gesturing to the restraints

“can you scratch it for me?”

Natasha couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, her stern demeanor faltering for a brief moment at your request. She glanced down at the restraints securing you to the bed, an almost smirk crossing her face.

"You want me to scratch your itch, huh?" she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

Nevertheless, her resolve softened a fraction.

"Alright," she said with a sigh, reaching out to scratch your chin gently with her fingers.

As she scratches your chin you scrunch your neck. “Heheh Nat that tickles!” Natasha's fingers continued to gently scratch your chin, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she noticed your reaction.

"Does it now?" she teased, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she continued to lightly scratch your sensitive skin, enjoying the sound of your laughter despite herself.

“Hehehehe stop it! I can’t defend myself I’m still strapped down stohohop!” Natasha's smirk broadened into a full-fledged smile upon hearing your pleading, her fingers dancing over your sensitive spots.

"Oh, I know you can't defend yourself," she replied with faux innocence, her tone dripping with mock-sympathy. "That's why I'm taking advantage."

Her fingers continued their attack, expertly targeting ticklish areas without mercy.

“Natahahashahaha this isn’t fahahair!” Natasha's smirk widened as your words were punctuated by bouts of giggling. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, her fingers relentlessly exploring every sensitive spot she could find.

"Oh, life's not fair, darling," she retorted, her voice soft yet full of mischief. "Especially not for you when you're trapped and defenseless. Ticklish as hell." You squirm and pull at your wrist straps

Natasha watched as you squirm and pulled against the wrist straps, a small chuckle escaping her lips. It was an entertaining sight, watching you struggle futilely against your restraints while enduring her tickling attack.

"Struggling won't do you any good," she teased, her fingers now targeting the underside of your arms.

"You're at my mercy, darling."

“Hahahaha ahaha ahaha ha hahaha!!!”

Natasha's smile grew broader as your giggles filled the room, your body writhing beneath her touch. She was thoroughly enjoying herself now, her fingers dancing over your sensitive spots with relentless precision.

"You're so ticklish, it's adorable," she teased, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "You'd think such a fierce little warrior would be able to withstand some tickling, but you're just so deliciously sensitive."

Bruce knocks on the door. “Hey Natasha the elixir should in her system by now so it’s safe to untie her.” He says then leaves. Natasha's head snapped up at the sound of a knock on the door. Her fingers paused in their torture as she listened to Bruce's words.

She exhaled in relief as he confirmed the elixir had fully worked, knowing that it was finally time to release you from your restraints.

She pulled her hand back from your arms, ceasing her tickle attack but still smirking down at you.

"Looks like Bruce gave the all-clear," she said, her tone now more serious. "I'm going to untie you now, okay?" “Really? You’re not worried I’m gonna go crazy and attack you or something like that? You’re not scared of me anymore?” You ask your sister with a semi-sarcastic tone but also some real question in your voice.

Natasha's expression softened as she heard the hint of vulnerability in your voice, her earlier smirk turning into a small smile. She shook her head firmly, her gaze meeting yours. "No," she replied, her voice gentle but resolute. "I'm not worried and I'm certainly not scared of you. I know the real you, the girl beneath Loki's spell. And that girl is not going to attack me."

Natasha carefully stood up from the bed, moving around to the opposite side where the restraints were attached. As she began the process of unstrapping you, her movements were both efficient and gentle, showing no hesitation. As each restraint fell away, she spoke softly, her words a mixture of reassurance and understanding.

"I know you've been under Loki's control, that you weren't acting willingly," she said softly. "But I know you, y/n. The real you is there, and I trust her, not the version of you that Loki manipulated."

You rub your wrists, then you climb into your sister’s lap and lean your head on her chest. Natasha's arms instinctively enveloped you as you climbed into her lap. She held you close, her body warm and comforting against yours. She gently stroked your hair, her hand moving in slow, soothing motions.

As you leaned your head against her chest, she could feel the steady beating of her heart beneath your cheek, the rhythm steady and grounding. She exhaled slowly, her chin resting lightly against the top of your head.

"It's okay now, y/n," she murmured softly, her voice filled with reassurance. "I've got you."

The moment felt oddly intimate, a rare moment of vulnerability for Natasha. She continued to stroke your hair, her fingers slipping through the strands, her touch gentle yet protective.

"I'm not letting anything happen to you," she said quietly, her voice filled with determination and a hint of sisterly affection. "You're safe now, and I'll make sure it stays that way." “Now what happens?” You ask

Natasha shifted slightly in her seat, her arms still wrapped around you. She mulled over your question, her expression becoming more serious as she thought about the next steps.

"For now, you need to rest and recover," she replied, her voice still gentle but firm. "You've been through a lot and we don't know all the effects of the elixir yet."

She ran her fingers through your hair again, her touch comforting. "We'll want to keep you here for observation for now.

“I want to go back to our living quarters I don’t want to stay in the infirmary holding area.” Natasha exhaled softly as you voiced your desire, her arms remaining around you, holding you close. She knew your request was understandable after all you'd been through.

"I get that," she replied gently, her touch still soothing as she continued stroking your hair. "I don't like the idea of you staying in the infirmary either. But let's make a deal."

She pulled back slightly so she could look at you, her gaze locking onto yours.

"If you agree to a few conditions, then I'll see what I can do about getting you into our quarters." You nod. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips in response to your nod. She knew you were agreeing to the conditions, and she could work with that.

"First off," she started, her tone serious but not unkind. "You have to promise to take it easy. No strenuous activities, no exerting yourself too much. You're still recovering from everything you've been through and the elixir's effects could still be lingering." “Okay.” You agree. Natasha nodded approvingly, glad to see you were agreeing so far.

"Good," she replied, her voice soft. "Second, you have to promise to be honest about how you're feeling. If you're feeling off or unwell, or if you experience any unexpected side effects, you tell me immediately. No hiding anything. Deal?" “Deal.” You agree once again. Natasha's small smile widened slightly at your agreement, her hold on you still firm but now with a sense of relief.

"Good." She affirmed, her fingers resuming their gentle stroking of your hair. "There's just a third condition." Her tone shifted slightly as she continued, serious and unwavering. "And this is non-negotiable."

She paused for a moment, studying you intently as if to emphasize the importance of her next words. You look at her waiting for the answer. "You're not leaving my sight," she stated firmly, her gaze holding yours. "If you want to be in our quarters, then I'm sticking by your side the entire time. No exceptions."

Natasha was fully aware she was being overprotective, but she couldn't care less in this moment. Your safety was her top priority, and she'd do whatever it took to keep you safe. “Okay Nat.” Natasha could feel a weight lift off her shoulders as you agreed to her third condition. She tightened her arms around you, her grip growing almost protective.

"Good," she said again, her voice still firm. "I'm glad we're on the same page."

She continued to hold you close, her heart feeling a bit lighter knowing that you would be safe and within her sight at all times. “It’ll be fun. Just you and me.” Natasha smiled slightly, her heart softening at your words.

"Yeah," she agreed, her voice a bit softer now. "Just you and me."