Meeting my other half, 6 years later
“I am marble. I will not break.” Natasha mumbles as an agent drags her into an interrogation room. Her platonic soulmate, Clint Barton steps inside.
“Hi, Natalia. I see we are uh soulmates yeah?” “I-Its Natasha. It appears so.” “Perfect! You know, I already found my romantic soulmate, just not my
platonic one. I’m glad that I’m yours.” “So what? You could trick me? Gain my trust over a measly picture of a flint stone with a C in front of it?”
“Never! I’d never do that Natasha.” “Then why am I in an interrogation room?” “You see, when we first found you, you were screaming that you were
marble and that you wouldn’t break. Due to the fact that the red room has a long history of brainwashing the young girls into submission, Fury decided
it would be best to uh remove that programming. Not going to lie, this would hurt tons. Relieving moments of your past.” “I’ll do it. I figured my
soulmates are here, and they probably already found each other, so I’ll go through it if it means I get to keep searching for them.” “Deal.”.
Even as an agent brings her into deprogramming, she is still thinking about her soulmates. A doctor straps her in and attaches wires all over her head.
After a mere 20 minutes in the chair, the deadly black widow breaks. “I AM MARBLE!!” she screams as memories flood her mind. She begs and pleads
for mercy. “I’m sorry! I didn’t want to please! Alyana, Sophia, Grace, Anya, Elma….” she mumbles, as she continues to spout names of the girls she had killed on Madame’s orders.
On the other side of the glass, Bobbi Morse joins Clint. “What happened? What are they doing to her?” “The Red Room brainwashed her. So uh, as one of the many conditions of Nick Fury, she’s to be deprogrammed. What he probably didn’t know is that they wiped their memories of the people they have killed. Well, their friends anyway.” “Damn..” “Damn indeed. Oh, she’s also my platonic soulmate.” “Wow, Clint. Leave it up to you to become
soulmates with a deadly assassin.” “Don’t get cocky now Bobbi. Who knows maybe she’s your soulmate.” “I don’t know. Everyone has that 50/50 chance.” “Mhm.”
“Did she accept your mark?” “Yeah, actually. She said her marks were the only thing that gave her enough hope to continue Madame’s training so that one day she could break free.”.
After another 10 minutes of hearing Natasha’s excruciating screams and pleads, the doctor announced she was done. The two burst into the room once he said that, both of them not being able to handle the screams of Natasha. They crept to her chair steadily, and albeit a little cautiously. Once they
reach her, Bobbi slowly unclasps the restraints and removes the wires. Almost instantly after, Natasha springs up and holds a knife to Bobbi’s throat.
Everyone in the room raised their guns, trained on her. “Woah, Woah Woah. Slow down, Natasha. We aren’t here to hurt you remember? We only want to help.” Clint says worriedly as he gestures for the guards to lower their guns. “Why’d you make me remember?? I didn’t want to remember them. Their deaths!!” “I warned you, Natasha, that it would be brutal. I’m sorry, but you don’t have to go through that again. I promise you will be fine. Just put the knife down.”. Natasha only shook her head and tightened her grip. Clint sighed frustratedly.
Finally Bobbi spoke, “You don’t have to be marble anymore Natalia. Обещаю, здесь ты в безопасности. Наталья, тебя больше никто не сделает. Я
буду защищать тебя всем, что у меня есть. (I promise you are safe here. Natalia, no one will ever hurt you again. I will protect you with everything I
have.). Natasha releases her out of shock but maintains her composure as to not give herself away.
“Я мрамор. Ничто не может этого изменить. Но, может быть, я смогу измениться для тебя и двух наших любовников.” (I am marble. Nothing can
change that. But maybe I can change for you and our two other lovers.) “You are my soulmate?”, Clint grins in victory and motions for the guards to
move outside. “It appears so.” “Can we bond? Romantically? I know that you just got here, but I’ve been waiting so long for you my love.” “Me too.”.
Bobbi surges forward to capture Natasha’s lips in a sweet kiss, pressing her forearm to Natasha’s back.