A/N I started this before my trip to Copenhagen but I didn't have my laptop so finishing it now :) Anywho!!!

Am I sad that it's Nat's POV again? No.
Also... is it wrong I want y'all to say hi at the beginning when I post :) It makes me feel happy >o<

Natasha's POV

"Hi Augustine," I say as I walk in. She's been moved into an interrogation room, the same power dampening cuffs placed on her wrists. One on each, the other side connected to the table.

"August." She deadpans, huffing.

I smirk at her, a small little glare filling up her vision. "What about Pillow?"

She looks up, a mix of horror and worry lingering in her eyes. But she doesn't say anything so I continue.

"You know, that might be helping your case, Augustine-"

I'm cut off with an unexpected scream, changing the game real fast. "Call me that one more time, Natalia!"

Everything happens fast. 

Her breathing starts to get ragged and a breath escapes me. But her's keep getting shallower. It seems she's getting fed up over me using her full name. I've mixed between the two. Augustine, August, even Miller actually. She's never this worked up.

"Augustine Juliet Miller!" I shout. "Get ahold of yourself, you're in an interrogation! This isn't the time to be getting worked up! You're not ten!"

"SHUT UP!" She somehow gets out, followed by a heavy inhale. She's even worse off now. Trembling, breathing getting shorter and shorter. I'm not sure I actually see her inhale anymore between shaking uncontrollably and tears escaping when they can. 

Shit.

I kneel beside her and unclasp one of the cuffs. Before I can grasp it she brings it up to her hair, pulling at thick strands. "Ca-can't breathe," she mutters, and I squeeze my eyes for a second.

I lightly take her hand, bringing it away from her head. "Squeeze as hard as you need to, I'm so so sorry."

No matter the circumstances in any given situation, I'm always sorry. It doesn't mean that I'm going to accept that she's killed, that she's stolen, that she's a criminal... but if I was where she is at the moment, I'd hope everything I'd done would be forgotten. Because I would want to be hugged.

Her grip tightens. It's strong, I'll give her that.

"Follow my breathing okay? In... out... In... out." Exaggerated breaths leave me as our eyes connect. Her hand still connected to the table shakes, and I let myself silence anything telling me 'no.' 

When her other wrist is no longer chained she grasps onto me, hugging me as if I'll disappear. Her breathing picks up again, and I slow down my breaths even more so she can follow a steady heartbeat.

"Remember, in... out... Follow me, please." I'm careful not to call her anything. 

Finally, after a long while, she's feeling better, though she hasn't let go of me. 

As soon as August's panic attack subsides she starts crying, and as of now it hasn't stopped.

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, дорогая-" as I'm saying the pet name and sweet nothings, she flinches. I'm quick to assume it's the nickname but I'm not sure. As I'm too scared to say her name incase of unintentionally causing another scene, I stupidly start my next sentence with the nickname. 

"Дорогая..."

Another flinch.

I look down at her, her head now resting in my lap as I play with her hair. "We won't talk about it, don't worry. I understand and so I'm not questioning it. What language are you most comfortable speaking in?"

A few deep breaths escape her before she practically inaudibly mumbles, "Hebrew or Italian." 

"איך אתה יודע איטלקית? איטליה היא לא כל כך כמו מרגל!"

A soft giggle escapes her, but it's followed by a sigh. "לא שאלתי שאלות, Tasha."

"כן, אני מצטער. אני מצטער שהשתמשתי גם בשם האסור הזה. האם יש משהו שאתה מוכן לספר לי? באילו שמות נוח לך שאני משתמש? חיות מחמד-שמות כלולים."

"You're pronunciation is shit, let's just speak in English." An Israeli accent trails through her lips as she switches languages, but it escapes near the end. She sits herself up and puts herself back on the table, locking herself back in the cuffs to her best ability, using her thumbs and face when needed. "l'm fine with August or Miller, but please do not use Augustine or Дорогая. I'm not comfortable with sharing why and I believe you respect that. I suppose if you want to call me anything, figure it out when you're in that situation. I cannot think of any other triggers, b-but I guess, if we ever get to a relationship where I'm not in prison and you're trying to call me sweet names I'll tell you if I don't want to be called whatever comes into your mind." 

Her voice is mainly stoic, and her words are scattered and sniffled out. But she keeps herself together and closed off.

"You don't need to be locked to the table... August. I trust you," do I? "and I don't think I want to have an interrogation with someone who needs a break."

This has never happened before, and I still hate her. I've hated her through our story, no matter the occurrences where I didn't, I did. The park incident, the interactions. This is just a mess up, I hate her. This teenager is a mess. 

What's happening right now?

She rolls her eyes. "I'm fine, let's just continue."

"You're tired, let's pick this up some other time, August."

"What?" she snaps. "So we can delay my inevitable future locked behind different bars thing? No thanks, I'm happy to get it over with now. I don't like waiting."

"And I don't like questioning mentally unstable teenagers. We're both losing here. Do you want to have a simple conversation to figure out the best situation with you? Because I sure as hell don't want to send a fifteen year old girl with untrained enhancements to The Raft. And I believe you don't wanna get sent there either."

I thought I wanted you locked away. You've been getting on my nerves, Miller.

"You don't know shit." She grumbles under her breath.

"Oh, so you do want to go there? 'Cause I've been there before, and I was practically praying I would never have to be on the other side. You just had a panic attack because I called you something you didn't like. You don't get to say anything down there, argue with a guard and stand up for yourself. But you do get to eat some gross food everyday. On repeat. Maybe we can cooperate and figure out something better for you, but I don't know 'cause all you seem to want to do is an interrogation when you're thinking about something I know you wish you could block out. And guess what, I know it's either a flashback of torture or remembering dead ones at your hand or the ones you lost."

That seems to get her attention. Her scrunched eyebrows and rainy eyes says enough.

"Yeah, I know you even if I don't. You're me, whether you like it or not, and I think after all we've been through I want to help you. But I think you need some rest first. What do you say... Pillow?"

Дорогая:
pronounced: dorogaya
meaning: darling

(Hebrew is read right to left fyi but the latin letters are realeft to right)

איך אתה יודע איטלקית? איטליה היא לא כל כך כמו מרגל!:
pronounced: eykh ata yodea italkit? italiya hi lo kal kakh kmo meregel!
meaning: How do you know Italian? Italy isn't all that spy-like!

לא שאלתי שאלות:
pronounced: lo shaalti shelot
meaning: I didn't ask questions

(This one is messed up. but the pronunciation isn't)

כן, אני מצטער. אני מצטער שהשתמשתי גם בשם האסור הזה. האם יש משהו שאתה מוכן לספר לי? באילו שמות נוח לך שאני משתמש? חיות מחמד-שמות כלולים:
pronounced: ken, ani mitstaer. ani mitstaer shehishhtamashhti gam bshem haasur hazae. hem yesh mashehu sheata mukhan lsaper li? beylv shmot noakh lcha sheani mishhtamesh? khayot mukmd-shmot klulim.
meaning: Yes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for using that forbidden name too. Is there anything you are willing to tell me? What names are you comfortable with me using? Pet-names included.