*Tony's POV*

"Okay Steve. Turn on the power," Bruce said wearily. He went to obey but suddenly stopped. "Wait. Waitwaitwait. Is this gonna work?" "Uhm... that's why we're testing it...?" "But- why on us? Human beings? Can't you use, like a, rodent or something?"

"Isn't that offensive to Rocket?" Shuri asked. "How would is be offensive to me?" "Because you're a- wait why am I explaining this to you? You're a rodent." "Wha-?"

"Nat said she volunteered..."

"Yep. Let's get this over with." There was determination in Natasha's eyes.

"Okay Nat. Three... two... now!" Steve flipped the switch. The machine- which we'd been working day and night for almost a week- powered up noisily. It's lights glowed.

"See ya."
She was put through. Holy shit. We actually built a time machine. 

'Don't get your hopes up!' I mentally scolded myself. This means nothing. But... what about Nat?! She's in there. What if she doesn't come back!? Shit!

I stared at the machine in a pained concentration.

"Okay now we're bringing her back in..." a bead of sweat ran down Bruce's forehead. "3...2...1!" He prepared it, pushing buttons and flicking a few switches. "Now!" The device powered down.

Silence.

*Nat's POV*

"Wha-?" I stumbled as I was basically thrown through- I don't even know what!

"Hello? Where am I?"

Though I asked that, I knew exactly where I was. I just didn't want to admit it to myself.

I was where I was brought up. There were ballet dancers scattered everywhere.

And my teacher was there. My goddamned teacher.

Memories flooded through my brain. It hurt. Oh god they hurt! The words she would say to us. The things she did to us. The fucking red room. Every part of my body started to sting as if there were cuts.

I screamed. "Get out of my head! Get out- ple- please!" Natasha Romanoff. The woman that could keep a straight face through an interrogation and torture, pleading for mercy.

I could take taunting. I could take being thrown across a fucking street by some alien. I could take torture. But this? This was awful.

I balled up my hair up in my fists tightly and pulled at the dyed blonde strands. Why did I get here?! Why?!

"Hello Ivan." I looked up from where I was sitting. Ivan? Why was that familiar. A man with red hair sat there tied in a wooden chair, struggling to get out. Tear tracks were left on his cheeks. A more muscular man stood beside him cracking his knuckles. On the other side of him was a woman- the woman who said hello to him. Her blue eyes stared at him, cold and deadly. Her fingers were long and wrinkly. She looked pale and half dead.

'That was my teacher,' I remembered.

(Bear with me I'm making this up. The black widow movie isn't out yet 😂)

"What are you going to do to her!?" He screamed. "Just take her and turn her into one of the world's deadliest and most elite assassin." "I swear to god if you lay a finger on my daughter I will-" he was cut off by the woman snapping her fingers and he was punched in the jaw by her guard.

He leaned forward limply. I could see he was still awake by his shaking shoulders. A little girl with red hair- probably about 2 years old gaped and ran over to the man despite the guard's protests. "Daddy!"

Why wasn't I helping them? Why was I frozen?

"Sweetie you got to get out of here-" he was cut off again by a punch to the mouth.

"Agh! Ma- Malishka you've got to get out here!" "But dadd-" with each passing second the look of despair and desperation grew on his face.

"Natalia Romanova! Go!"

My world crumbled before me as he pushed her away from him. That was me?

My old teacher aimed a hand gun up to his head and cocked it. "No-!" I yelled. I wanted to help. Would this change the future? But I wouldn't know. I was taken back into the portal. I knew my past but couldn't even help myself.

*Tony's POV*

"Bruce? Where is she?" Clint asked, getting no answer. His face scrunched up in anxiety and anger. I could see tears fill his eyes.

"Bruce?! Where's Nat!" "I-I'm trying-"

"Bring her back! Banner you got to bring her back! Where is she?!" "I-I'm working on it." He slammed on something and it powered up again. Nat basically shot across the room. Luckily, she was caught by Clint.

"Nat! Are you ok?!" He hugged her but she pushed away and ran to her room, locking the door. Her cries could be heard on the other side of the door.

"Nat?"

"What's wrong with her? Did something happen?" "I don't know..." "What's wrong with lady Natasha?" "We don't know Thor," Rocket snapped.

"Um... I could talk to her..." "I think it would be better if I talked to her Banner... I don't think she needs a boyfriend right now. It might have to do with some more... personal things.." Bruce blushed at his comment. "What? I'm not-?"

My heart still raced at the thought of loosing Natasha. At loosing anyone in fact. I couldn't bare to loose more people I cared about... There were a few seconds where we really thought we lost her.

"So... What do we do now?" "We can try again..." "What? No! We can't do that again! Nat, a trained Assassin, came out of there fucking sobbing! There's something dangerous about it! We can't risk this stuff." "Tony. We just need to-" "No. No, I'm done. I can't loose you guys too."

I walked out.

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I did research :3

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