Request: 4, 5, & 9 with Natasha

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"I knew her a long time ago," Natasha tells Steve, ducking behind a car as they take fire in Washington D.C. "She doesn't know what she's doing, just like Bucky."

Steve nods, and the two split up. Steve heads after Bucky, and Natasha heads after you. You're firing from the top of the bridge. She uses a grappling hook to pull herself up to your level, knocking the weapon from your grasp.

"[Y/n], it's me!" she shouts, grabbing both of your arms before you could go for another weapon strapped to your waist. She looks into your crazed, brainwashed eyes, looking for hope. "You know me!"

"Don't call me that!" you shout, angrily, in Russian. You push Natasha away, pulling out a knife and lunging at her again.

She dodges, blocking your attempts to slash her arms. She pulls your arm behind your back, pinning you against the raining. You drop the knife as she twists your arm, causing you to cry out in pain. Natasha forces herself to push forward, despite her heart that tells her to stop.

"I know you're in there somewhere," she insists. "HYDRA doesn't care about you. "We're designed to be disposable. Come back to me. I can help you!"

"You're the Black Widow," you rasp, pulling against her grip. "There's blood on your hands, just like mine. I can't be saved."

"That's what I thought before someone started to fight for me," Natasha whispers, letting you go. You turn around, poised to strike. Natasha raises her hands in surrender. "You know me. We were friends. If you have to kill me, then do it. But I won't hurt you."

A flicker of realization crosses your face, and you drop your fists. Your eyes widen as memories start to flood back. "Natasha?"

Natasha smiles, lowering her hands. "I knew you weren't lost forever."