#drekyov is dead

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A Black Widow Halloween

Family is More than Blood

Summary: Halloween was your favorite holiday. Spooky movies, cooler weather, and you loved watching the leaves change but that changes when you have to go back to the Red Room.

Relationships: Natasha x Yelena x Reader (sisters)

Warning: implied sexual assault, Drekyov is a horrible human and I'm glad he's dead lol, Red Room trauma, panic attack.

Word count: 1.6K

Halloween, Ohio, 1995

“And done,” Melina said. “You can open your eyes now.” You did as you ere told and starred at your reflection. It was Halloween and when Melina and Alexei said you and your sisters could go trick or treating you were surprised and lost for words. The first year they didn’t allow you to out, calming they didn’t know the neighborhood well. But you knew the truth, the Red Room forbade it. So when they agreed to let you go, you and Natasha jumped at the chance. You were going as a vampire, Natasha found a witch costume, and Yelena was going as a fairy. Melina helped you with your makeup, paling your complexion, adding dark eye shadow, and drops of fake blood.

“Thank you, mama,” you said, standing up from her vanity. “It’s perfect.”

“Go change into your costume and tell Natalia I’m ready for her,” You nodded and found Natalia in the kitchen, scarfing down the last of her dinner and ran towards the master bedroom. On the way to your room, you passed Yelena’s. You heard quiet Sniffling from instead which was odd. Her room was always loud with whatever game she made up. “Lena,” you quietly said, walking in. The crying stopped but you heard it from the closet. Gently, you opened the door and found the blonde curled up on the floor. Her fairy costume on minus the wings and tears steaming down her cheeks. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” You asked. She wouldn’t answer, her green eyes wide and tiny chest heaving as she tried to get air in her lungs. “It’s me. Y/n. I need you to breath,” you took her hand and placed it on your chest. “Do you feel that?” She nodded. “I need you to copy how I breath, slowly in and out.” It took her a moment but soon her breathing matched yours. Her eyes were bloodshot, dried tears on her cheeks, and snot dripping out of her nose. A little gross but you were more worried about getting her breathing under control.

You sat on the floor, crossed your legs, and held out your hands with your palms facing up. Yelena began to trace each line. “What’s got you upset, little miss?” She shrugged. “Come on you can tell me. I’m your big sister.”

“Monsters,” she whispered. You wanted her to elaborate but you learned to be patient with the girl. Speaking for her or to much caused her to shut down. “What if the monsters come and get me?” Oh, your heart broke on how innocent she saw the world.

“Those monsters are just people in costume they aren’t real,” you told her but she wasn’t convinced. “You know how you like to play make believe. We pretended to be doctors, or fairies, or hikers climbing a dangerous mountain,” she nodded. “Halloween is a big game of pretend and make believe.”

“You promise the monsters won’t get me.” The smile you wore twitched but she missed it.

“The monsters won’t get you while I’m around,” you tickled her sides and she began to giggle. “Now let’s get you cleaned up and put some glitter on.”

“But daddy said no glitter,” you helped her stand up.

Halloween, Red Room

“What dad doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” you smiled. “Now come on!” But the bitter lie tasted sour in your mouth. The monsters she was afraid of weren’t the ones she should be worried about. Those monsters weren’t wearing masks or scary makeup. They were men that ordered little girls to kill and stripped them of their innocence and childhood. You weren’t sure how you were going to protect her from that.

*

“Do you know what day it is, malen’kiy pauk (little spider)?” Dreykov asked from behind his desk. You stood at attention, arms behind your back and looking down slightly.

“Halloween, sir,” Also almost 6 months since your sisters escaped the Red Room, were free from the clutches of this man. You wondered how they were doing. Did they miss you? We’re they going to try to come back for you?

Halloween, Avengers Compound

“Yes, Halloween,” he stood up and walked behind you. Goosebumps covered your skin at the feeling of his breath. “And I have a very special costume for you to wear?” Costume? You haven’t worn a costume since Ohio when you and your sisters ran around the neighborhood getting candy from every house. You were so filled with sugar and happiness that it was impossible for Melina to get you to bed. For once, you were a real kid. A Widow entered his office with the costume in her hands. “You are going to look absolutely delicious."

*

“Tony is throwing a Halloween party!” Yelena proclaimed as she opened your door without knocking. Luckily, you were working on your laptop and not doing another serious. It was also the only warning before she jumped on the bed, you moved your laptop in time. “Tony is having a Halloween party.” She repeated.

“I heard you the first time, sestra,” you flickered her for heard and she rubbed the spot with a pout. “What does that have to do with me?” You asked.

“It’s our first Halloween together since Ohio and I want us to do a group costume,” you raised a questioning eyebrow. Holidays weren’t celebrated in the Red room. It was another day to train or an easy eye to sneak into an event. You sighed.

“Okay, what do you have in mind?” An evil smile formed on her face. Oh, you were in so much trouble.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” she ruffled your hair. “I have the perfect costume in mind.” She jumped off your bed and headed for the door.

“Yelena,” you groaned. “I do not want to look ridiculous.”

“You won’t! Promise. You’ll look hot.” To be honest, that didn’t make you feel any better.

So Yelena wasn’t wrong, the costume was flattering. It was a purple v-neck dress with red accents. She got a bat shaped necklace and required you to wear red lip stick and vampire teeth. You had no idea who you were supposed to be but it was fun. Like you told Yelena all those years ago, Halloween was a big game of pretend and make believe. Then why did you feel so sick to your stomach? “I can’t believe she got us to do this,” you looked towards your door and saw Natasha. Her hair was back to her red color and curled. She was wearing a navy pant suit with purple finger less gloves. Around her neck was a yellow necklace with a purple jewel. You smiled.

“I’m not,” you straightened your dress before you sat on the edge of your bed. “She was always good at those puppy dog eyes, she got Melina and Alexei to do anything.” Natasha chuckled. “Besides I have no idea who we are.”

“The Hex Girls, they are from a cartoon show,” your sister walked into your room and sat down next to you. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange all week.” You sighed, picking at the fabric of your dress.

“Just not the biggest Halloween fan anymore,” you saw Natasha frown.

“What did he do?” She asked. You knew who she was talking about without having to say a name but you remained quiet. With a sigh, she moved you so you were facing her. Natasha held out her hands, palms up, and you smiled at the gesture. You were surprised she remembered. You began to trace the lines on her hand. It helped ground you.

“It was the first Halloween since you escaped,” you began. “He called me into his office and had a costume for me. It was a maid outfit, barely covered anything and he took me to a party,” you sighed. “There were a few other Widows but the guests were people in his inner circle and a few politicians from around the world. I didn’t want to be there and I didn’t want what they did to me either,” your hands were shaking and Natasha grabbed onto them.

“The monster is gone,” she said. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

“But other people can,” you admitted. She sighed.

“Yes, that is true,” your sister slowly said. “What happened to you at that party won’t happen here. Tony may make a comment but none of them will touch you without your permission, okay?” You nodded. “If they don’t respect that I’ll cut their hands off then their dicks.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Is it your turn to protect me from the monsters?” You teased.

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “You’ve done it for to long now it’s our turn.” Before you could respond, there was a knock on your door.

“Looking good, sestras,” Yelena wore a long sleeve green dress and her blonde hair was in two pony tails. Her lip stick matched the color of her dress and she wore a choker and necklace.

“I feel like I should watch the cartoon these girls care from,” you said.

“Yeah,” you stood up. “There better be some good alcohol.” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“We’ll add it to the list. Scooby Doovis a timeless classic,” the blonde smiled. “Are you ready?” Natasha looked at you.

“That’s all Tony spends his money on.” Sometimes you could still feel his breath on your neck. His claws that were so deep inside you that you feared one day he would over power you. As you walked into the party with your sisters by your side and ignored the crude comment Tony threw at you, you felt normal. The monster was gone.

[quietlyimplode]

leave everything but your bones behind

Whumptober 2022: day 24 - blood covered hands

Warnings: blood ig

Word Count: 1k (gif not mine)

Summary: Natasha becomes unwell and only the Red Room can fix her. The choice is die or go back to the very place that made her.

A/N: I always forget how hard whumptober is. But for everyone that supports this and comments you make it that much easier, so thank you. Almost there.

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She doesn’t move.

He’s reminded of the time in the vent when they thought they had killed Dreykov the first time, when they killed his daughter.

This is not like that.

His body is still and face down as she moves to it, kicking it viciously.

Blood trickles to where Clint stands as she starts to punch him, anger, grief and pain in all her actions as animalistic sounds come from her body.

He’s torn between letting her go and getting help, and in the end, she stops herself turning to look for Jace who is still unconscious.

She’s covered in blood.

Her arm hangs loosely by her body, and he knows it’s broken.

Blood on her face.

She looks feral.

“She’s coming with us.”

Clint nods, picking up Jace as the other three widows, one dead; two alive lie nearby.

“And them?”

Natasha shrugs.

“I don’t know.”

Glassy eyes stare at Dreykov’s body as she starts in on him again, kicking him in the head.

This time, he does pull her away, standing between her and the body.

“We need to go now,” he tells her, Jace still in his arms.

There’s an initial hesitance, but then a nod as she looks around, picking up the guns and widow bites.

“Tell Tony to send Shield?” she suggests.

It tells him she does not want the others involvement, keep it in the family.

She looks to Jace.

“I want her to have the option. She can stay, be debriefed, but she can leave too. I want her to be free,” she swallows looking to Clint.

“I want her to have the choice.”

Clint understands the decision. Being on the side of the American government is not for everyone.

It’s likely the two girls will be debriefed and kept in holding for years, until they can figure out what to do with them.

It’s also likely, given Jace’s history that they would never let her go.

They walk to the car Clint arrived in, covered by darkness, even though he can see the peak of sunrise on the horizon.

He feels light headed but pushes it back, pushing through the intensity of a headache.

She sits in the back with her friend, head positioned gently in her lap.

Clint puts his hands on the steering wheel, knuckles bruised, hands bloody.

In the safety of the car, he feels he can finally breathe.

They’ve been gone less than twenty four hours but it feels like a lifetime.

“Do you want to go back to the tower?” he asks her, licking his split lip.

Natasha nods, eyes still glazed.

“I think,” she pauses, “I think we might need some help.”

.

Jarvis alerts Tony as soon as Clint leaves, Tony hopes he’s doing the right thing in leaving them to deal with it.

He heads down to the workshop and sighs.

He should be helping them, but Iron Man would just draw more attention.

If Ross is involved, then he doesn’t want to be drawn into the political drama.

If Clint and Natasha can handle it, then it’s Shield’s problem, and likely that would work out better for all of them.

He loses time fixing his armor, Natasha’s nanobites giving him an idea around how to make his armor appear and swarm rather than for it to be metal, but the components proving too complex to manipulate until he understands them better.

Jarvis tells him that Natasha and Clint have returned, and he glances at the time, 5am is ridiculous.

He should have gone to bed.

“They have another person with them, and they should all go to medical,” Jarvis continues to inform him.

Tony sighs, picks up his tablet and heads for Medical which is where he is sure Clint would be dragging Natasha.

The reality is a bit different.

The woman Clint carries is dressed in the widow’s outfit, she doesn’t look injured, just unconscious, but they treat her as fragile.

Clint’s face is bruised, swollen and cut. His clothing looks slightly damp.

Tony wants to ask what happened.

“Do we have a space where she’ll be secure, but doesn’t have to be handcuffed?” Natasha asks from the corner.

She holds a washcloth, wiping her face smudging blood away from a still weeping wound. Tony notices she favours one arm.

“Uhh,” Tony nods and frowns, “- she can go into the basement holding cells? They’re decked out for um, I’m sorry, who is she? What happened?”

Clint washes his hands and then sits heavily on the bed. He has gauze in his hands and starts to wrap his hands neatly, focusing on splinting two fingers.

“She’s someone we need to protect,” Natasha says curtly. “For now at least.”

She spits into the sink, and Tony notices how bruised her face is too.

Tony sighs.

“I’ll take her down, whilst you… clean yourselves up,” he offers.

Waiting until Natasha nods, he picks up the girl and leaves them to it, watching as Clint approaches Natasha tucking stray hairs away from her face.

.

Jace awakens in a clear glass room, the bed neatly made, a bathroom and sink to her left.

Fear encompasses her. She remembers being choked, passing out. She remembers Dreykov dead.

Happiness bubbles inside her at the thought.

She’s free.

Her reflection stares back at her as she touches the glass.

Dread settling in.

She’s free.