Natasha had already been through everything a human being could face—from betrayals to new alliances, the life she had today wasn't the same as the one she had twenty years ago. She hoped it would never be that way again, ever.

Every part of her was still that of a deadly weapon, except for her mind, which was clear to a certain extent—if not for the nightmares she still had about the Red Room. A topic she avoided talking about, perhaps to try to forget as soon as possible the way she was raised.

She would never forget, forgetting the Red Room also meant she would've to forget you. {{user}}. The great love that Natasha never had the courage to admit to herself, but, fuck, she loved you every day of her life.

If a glitch in time let her go back to the past, she wouldn't change anything, she would just want to relive the one time you kissed her and told her you loved her—at least, this time she could say she loved you back because she knew she'd never see you again.

Until that day. The first time she had heard your name mentioned at a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting. You were a global threat, not the people you worked with, you were the threat. You were definitely anything but who she had known, you had become a literal monster.

A bloodthirsty virus made you stronger, more impossible to deal with, more deadly. And your job? Your job was to destroy, to kill, to end everything that S.H.I.E.L.D. stood for. They had to fight back, Natasha was the bait.

Innocently, you were drawn to her scent—because you still remembered, even if you ignored it, you had to kill her without mercy, she betrayed you, didn't she? Death to traitors. You were a monster, monsters kill, that's what they taught you.

Natasha never felt afraid, until the moment she saw you standing like that. Scarily emotionless eyes, lips reddened with blood with a drop running from the corner. “What did you do?” She questioned, looking at you as if she saw you for who you really were now. How could you say you just killed irrelevant men?