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Monster (Part 1)

Created: 07.11.2023

Finished: 03.01.2023

Edited: 09.02.2024

Age: 10

Word count: 4,667

Warnings: Cussing, Guns, Blood, Death, Kidnapping, Violence, Lies

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Request: Yes (Wattpad user + Tumblr user)

Sequel to: The legacy

AU: Mafia

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The sunlight filtered through the lavish villa with its floor-to-ceiling windows and plush purple curtains, that were a constant reminder of Natasha's mysterious personality.

Natasha had started her day normally, with her morning workout and signing a few pepers that would set in motion a string of actions meant to grow her empire.

Nothing was predicting what was about to happen that very same day.

—

The invincible head of one of the most powerful mobs to have ever existed slowly, deliberately made her way up the stairs as sunlight filtered through the curtains and a gentle breeze rustled them.

Natasha's destination?

Her 10-year-old daughter's room.

She was about to wake her precious Y/N from her peaceful slumber so they could have breakfast together.

Y/N, who Natasha had protected from the darkness of her mother's world, knew that her mama was the leader of a group as everyone always looked at Natasha for orders, but she had no idea what exactly was Natasha doing for a living.

You thought she just ran many businesses, as Natasha took care to preserve your inocence and leave aside that running those businesses meant hurting people.

As she reached your bed, Natasha took a moment to admire your inocent and beautiful face, a smile only reserved for you appearing on her face.

She had honestly no idea what she had done to deserve such a beautiful and pure soul she could call her own.

Sometimes she wonders from where you inhired so much kindness.

Maybe from your father?

'Could be.' The older readhead thought

Natasha, dressed elegantly in a tailored black suit that she loved, bended down to shake her sleeping daughter awake, whispering softly, "Y/N, it's time to wake up, my darling."

Natasha didn't want to rush you.

She wanted to allow you to wake up to the world in your own time so you could be in a good mood to greet the day.

You started rubbing your eyes, letting out a yawn in the process, "Morning, Mama." You sweetly greeted your mother, only making her smile grow wider "What time is it?"

"It's ten o'clock, sweetheart. Time for us to start the day." Natasha replied, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear as you stretched your arms

You glanced at the clock on your nightstand and, to your surprise, you notoced that Natasha had let you slept in late this morning.

"Wow, I slept in!" You looked from the clock to Natasha, shocked

"It's Sunday today, my princess." Natasha smiled, gently tracing your nose with her finger

"What's for breakfast?" You questioned as your stomach let out a loud growl

Natasha chuckled as she gathered you in her arms, tightly hugging you as she burried her nose in your hair.

Natasha didn't answer before taking your hand in hers and leading you to the dining area.

There, a table was spread with an impressive display of freshly baked croissants, blueberry pancakes, and tropical fruits.

"You're in luck, my love. Today, we have your favorite breakfast." Natasha said when she heard you gasp, smiling warmly as she helped you seat at the table

You both sat down to enjoy the delicious feast, engaging in lighthearted conversation, Natasha making sure to give you her full and undevided attention.

But there was one question that has been on your mind, that, in between bites, you found the courage to finally voice out.

"Mama, I've been wondering..." You hesitated, avoiding Natasha's gaze, unsure of her reaction "What exactly do you do for work?"

Natasha's smiling expression faltered slightly, but she quickly regained composure, not wanting to betray her façade.

"As you know, sweetheart," Natasha began, trying to keep a smile on her face for you "I manage a lot of things. But mainly, I help people. I ensure that they stay safe and secure."

That piqued your curiosity, making you want to know even more detailes about your mother's secret profession.

"But do they know about what you do?" You eagerly questioned, the breakfast long forgotten "How do you keep them safe?"

Natasha's eyes meet yours, a mixture of love and concealed secrets shimmering within them, struggling to find the right words to explain.

"Some people may not fully understand the lengths I go to protect them, Y/N." Natasha carefully chose her words "That's why I keep my work separate from our personal lives."

For a moment, Y/N pondered her mother's words. Then, her young innocence surfaced.

"Mama, can I come to work with you sometime?" You asked hopefully "I promise I'll be good."

Natasha's expression softened, and she chuckled lightly, suppressing a faint sadness.

"Maybe, when you're a little older, my darling." She softly said "For now, your place is here, being a child."

You nodded, a tinge of disappointment flickering across your face as you took a last sip of your orange juice, your eyes lingering on Natasha's figure as she got up, preparing to leave for work.

"Okay, Mama. I'll be waiting for you here when you get back." You said sadly "Then we can build the new Harry Potter Lego set uncle Bucky got me yesterday because I won't start it without you."

Natasha leaned down, planting a tender kiss on her baby's forehead. Her voice is filled with a mother's love.

"I'll be back before you know it." She smiled "I love you, Y/N/N."

As Y/N watched her mother walk towards the grand entrance, her heart felt heavy with a mixture of pride and longing.

"I love you too, Mom. Stay safe." You whispered to yourself when Natasha was out of hearing's reach

As the heavy door closed behind Natasha, Y/N was left alone in their opulent villa, a silent witness to a secret world she still yearned to explore.

She knew that someday, she would uncover the truth and join her mother in the world she had only glimpsed from a distance.

But for now, she must wait patiently, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation for the day she too would step into the shadows and play her part in keeping the world safe.

But who said that day couldn't be today?

—

Natasha stood in the dimly lit room of an abandoned building, fear and tension hanging heavily in the air caused by her sharp and deadly presence as she stood over a HYDRA member.

The man, who was a member of Natasha's biggest rival mob, looked to be in his midforties, as he stood desperate and defiant, trembling while tied by Natasha's men to a chair.

Although bloodied and bruised by Natasha's torture, he kept refusing to reveal the informations she was was seeking.

Through gritted teeth, the HYDRA member, fueled by his determination, challenged Natasha's ability to extract their secrets.

"You think I'll give up our secrets that easily?" He chuckled mockingly "You're gravely mistaken, Natasha!" The man declared

Natasha smirked, a hint of amusement mingling with the darkness in her intentions.

She took a step closer, circling him like a predator stalking its prey. Her piercing gaze bores into him, determination etched on her face.

"Oh, sweetie, I never expected it to be easy," She replied confidently "But trust me, people like you always break. It's just a matter of time."

The woman's attention drifted to the HYDRA member's clenched fists, trembling with both pain and defiance. Impatience flickering within her as she narrowed her eyes.

"You see, I've got a timeline to keep. And I won't waste it dancing around your games." Natasha says, her back turned to him

"Why?" The man laughed "You have a child waiting for you at home?"

Natasha tried to stay calm.

She couldn't allow the member to manipulate her judgment by using her sweet daughter against her.

Casually, the red-headed woman pulled out a sleek, silver pistol from her belt.

The cold metal gleaming in the dimness of the building's lights.

"One last chance, my friend," Natasha warned, her voice laced with an eerie calmness but her friendly demeanor was gone "Tell me what I need to know, or I'll have to find another way to encourage your cooperation."

Smirking defiantly, the HYDRA member responded "You think a bullet from that gun is going to make me betray my comrades? You're delusional, Natalia."

Natasha's calmness faded, replaced by a cold determination that instilled fear even in the bravest souls.

Without a moment's hesitation, she swiftly turned around, raising her pistol, and aiming it at the HYDRA member's forehead.

"I was hoping you'd choose the easy way out..." The boss murmurs, slightly disappointed

A single gunshot reverberates through the room, the sound of finality.

The HYDRA member's lifeless body slumped forward, blood pooling onto the cold concrete floor.

"Was it really necessary to kill him, Natasha?" Clint, Natasha's best friend who was present in the room, questioned

"I agree with birdhead." Maria said

"I wouldn't question Natasha's decisions if I were you." Steve turned to his two friends

"I agree." Bucky, the last person present in the room, nodded while checking the sharpness of his knife's blade

Natasha remained silent, her eyes glued to the blood that was expanding at her feet.

And just as the silence threatened to envelop the room again, a soft whimper broke through.

Natasha's eyes widened with surprise "We're not alone." She warned

The lifeless body of the HYDRA member lay forgotten, a casualty of Natasha's relentless pursuit of power, as the group quickly took a fighting stance, weapons being pulled out, ready to protect their leader and friend.

Natasha turned towards the spot from where the sound was heard and saw a slightly ajar locker.

She slowly started walking towards it, ready to face whatever was hiding inside.

—

Natasha tightened her grip on the gun in her hand, her hands steady and ready to shoot at any moment if needed.

Her steps echoed throughout the empty room as her heels made contact with the cold floor.

Trailing behind her were Bucky, Steve, Clint, and Maria, all prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

The boss' steps where mesured, each one meticulously calculated, as the air around them grew heavy with anxiety.

Slowly, Natasha reached out towards the locker door, and with one swift move, she slammed it open, pointing her gun at whatever lay behind it.

Silence enveloped the room once more before a loud gasp escaped the read headed woman's lips.

"Y/N?!" Natasha shouted, her voice unintentionally coming out too high-pitched

You flinched at the sound as your trembling body began to shake even more violently.

Natasha was shocked. Of all things, she never expected to find her precious daughter hidden in that damned locker.

"Baby?" Natasha breathed out, quickly putting away the gun she had aimed at your head "How did you get here?"

Natasha tried to place her hand on your shoulder.

"Get away from me!" You cried out, quickly moving away from Natasha

You crawled out of the locker in a second as you took a few steps backwards, trying to get as far away as possible from your mother and the rest of your family.

"Sweetheart?" Natasha called out "How did you get here?"

Natasha was confused, to say the least.

She couldn't understand how the fuck were you able to get all the way here.

How did no one see that you had followed them?

"Don't touch me!" You yelled when Natasha tried to touch you again

Tears were already streaming down your face and, as you looked at your mother with your teary eyes, you couldn't recognize the woman who stood before you anymore.

"You're a monster!" You cried out in pain "Monster!"

Taking a big step forward, you tried to push Natasha backwards with all your might, but compared to the strenght of your mother, your effort was almost non existent.

Natasha took half a step back to give you the impression that you had managed to push her, but otherwise, she didn't budge.

"Baby, Y/N, how are you here?" The older redhead asked again, confusion evident in her voice as she tried to maintain her calm "What have you seen?"

"You killed him!" You pointed to the corpse of the enemy, now laying in a pool of blood

You were now old enough to know what a criminal is, and you are now more than certain that your mama was one as well.

"How could you do this?!" You shouted

"Honey, this is not what it seems." The boss tried to save what was left of your innocence "We were just playing." She explained "You know that Mama's job is to protect people."

"Y/N/N!" Your godmother, Maria, called "Let's go home, kid. Your Mama will explain everything when we've all calmed down a little."

"I don't want to go home!" You shouted in Maria's direction, though your tear-blurred vision made it difficult to see her clearly

Bucky, thinking it would be a good moment to step in, kneeled beside you.

"Princess, I think you should let us explain ourselves first." He began "And we can have ice cream while we all talk."

"No, James!" You shouted, moving away from Bucky's touch as he placed his hand on your shoulder

Everyone froze.

You had never called Bucky by his real name.

He was mostly 'Uncle Bucky' , 'Bucks' , or just 'Bucky'.

Only Natasha called the man by his birth name.

"Oh, come on, doll," Bucky said, overcoming his shock and masking it with a cheerful tone. "Don't be so serious. Only your mother can scare me like you did. When she's angry, she shouts my name like that."

You looked again to the dead body, only to find it already gone and your Uncle Steve nowhere in sight.

You knew he was the only one fast enough to get rid of it.

"Listen to us, Y/N." Clint also spoke for the first time "You know you're my favorite niece."

"I'm your only niece." You sniffed, seemingly more calm, and everyone tought that maybe they had the situation under control

But their hopes were soon dashed as you bolted past everyone and ran towards the first door you saw.

"Y/N!" Natasha's eyes went wide, and she quickly darted after you

Bucky and Steve, who had just returned to the room, followed closely behind the two redheaded Romanoff girls.

They should have known that you were tricking them.

After all, you are your mother's daughter.

Just as Natasha was about to catch up with you, you proved yourself sneakier than they had anticipated, taking a right turn and disappearing from their sight.

The adults followed, finding themselves on a back street behind the building they had been in.

"Where is she?" Steve asked, confused, looking around for any sign of you

"Y/N!" Natasha breathlessly shouted "Baby, where are you?!"

"Y/N!" Steve shouted

"Y/N!" Bucky yelled, starting to look around for any trace of you "Doll, stop playing and come out from wherever you're hiding. This isn't funny!"

"Sweetie!" Natasha called out, sniffing, as realization of what happened settled in "Mama's sorry, honey. Please come here."

"Natasha..." Bucky turned around to look at his boss before he was interrupted

"Nat!" Steve shouted, chatching Natasha and Bucky's attention as they snapped their heads in the direction of his voice

Steve bent down and picked up something from the ground.

"I think I know where Y/N is." The blond man said, looking in disbelief at his friends

Natasha felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest as Bucky raised his metal arm and placed it on her back, bracing himself for whatever was about to come.

Steve held up the object in his hand and showed it to them.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight before her.

HYDRA's symbol proudly shone in the sunlight, confirming her worst fear.

The boss was smart enough to understand what the presence of that badge with the symbol of her greatest enemy meant.

HYDRA had kidnaped her precious baby girl.

She didn't know how it could be possible, given the fact that they were only two seconds behind you but no matter how this happened, the mother was determinated to get her baby back.

"What are we going to do now?" Bucky breathed out

—

Natasha was tirelessly pacing back and forth on the long red carpet in her office; her angered voice was the only sound that broke the otherwise silent room.

"How could this happen?!" Natasha shouted as she stopped in front of Bucky Barnes and Maria Hill. "How could a little girl get past my supposed impenetrable security?! How did none of you notice Y/N sneak inside the car?!"

Maria and Bucky exchanged a quick, side-eyed look before both of their heads hung low.

It was as if the wooden floor of Natasha's office had become interesting all of a sudden.

"Talk!" Natasha shouted when the people in front of her hesitated to answer.

"We..." Maria, the person who was in charge of Natasha's security and the training of her men, began. "We have no idea how the men failed to notice-"

"I haven't asked about the men!" Natasha cut Maria's sentence off. "I asked how you haven't noticed Y/N getting inside the car. You and Bucky, Maria," Natasha clarified.

"It was a terrible error, Nat." Bucky was the one to speak now. "I guarantee you that, from now on, we will be more vigilant and we'll double the security guards to prevent this from happening again. We can-"

Bucky's sentence, as well as Maria's, was cut short when Natasha forcefully grabbed Bucky by his shirt and pulled him closer to her, despite the obvious height difference between them.

"You had one job, James." Natasha breathed out through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and disappointment. "You had to make sure that, no matter what happens, Y/N will not leave this house without my knowledge and consent, and only after that, follow me."

Bucky's shoulders fell as he once again lowered his head, guilt seeping inside his heart.

"I'm sorry..." The man with a metal arm whispered guiltily.

"I want to hear none of this." Natasha shook her head, her tone seemingly calmer. "Yes, Maria had to transform this house into a fortress impossible to penetrate, but you, James, you had the greatest responsibility of them all." The redhead tried to look into the man's eyes. "You had to be the personal bodyguard of our daughter, James, ensure her safety above anything else, and you failed. You promised to keep her safe, and look where we are now. HYDRA has our precious little girl, and we have no information about her state or about, who knows what, they might have done to her. You failed Y/N." Tears glistened in the mother's eyes. "You failed me."

Bucky dryly swallowed the lump in his throat; the burden on his shoulders never felt heavier than now.

He failed.

And he knows it.

He knows that if something were to happen to the impossible product of the passionate love he and Natasha once shared, the consequences will be catastrophic. Natasha's wrath knows no bounds when it comes to her one and only offspring.

If something were to happen to their beloved daughter, Bucky would be the only one to blame.

"I swear that I'm going to bring our little girl back here safe and sound." Bucky met Natasha's tearful gaze, determination shining in his eyes. "It's my duty as a father, Natalia."

Natasha took a deep breath; her facade momentarily dropped in front of the man she once laid bare her soul and body.

In front of the man who knew all her scars, seen and unseen.

"You better, or I won't be Natalia for you anymore. You'll have to meet Natasha if you don't fulfill your duty as her Papa." Natasha quietly sniffed before taking a step backwards, her back straightening as she regained her composure. "You have 24 hours to bring my daughter back home, or else I am going to tie you both to my car, drag you through the entire New York before slowly boiling you to your death and cut you up in pieces and feed you to Reaper, who would be more than delighted to eat you."

Natasha pointed to Reaper, your dog, a towering Doberman who could devour a person in seconds if commanded, but otherwise a gentle and loving companion.

Reaper slowly walked to Natasha and nudged her hand with his nose, looking up at her as if he knew that something was terribly wrong.

Despite having a scary appearance, Reaper was a loyal companion and fiercely protective of you and Natasha.

But more specifically, of you.

Natasha had bought Reaper three years ago for you, hoping that you would find a friend in that puppy and learn to be responsible at the same time.

But you and Reaper had become so much more than just friends.

It was as if you and he were connected by an invisible bond that transcended any logical explanation.

"What is it, boy?" Natasha asked, concerned, her voice soft, as she crouched down next to the dog, petting his head. "What happened?"

Reaper looked at Natasha, and in that moment, the three people in the room could see tears forming in the animal's eyes.

It was as if a lightbulb lit up above Natasha's head when she saw it, her heart dropping to her stomach.

"Is Y/N, isn't she, Reaper?" Natasha hesitated to ask as if the dog could answer her with words. "What happened to Y/N, boy? What happened to her?"

All adults watched intently every move the Doberman made, holding their breath in anticipation.

Reaper let out a whimper before his muscular body collapsed to the floor with a long sigh at Natasha's feet, his fall cushioned by the soft carpet beneath their feet.

Natasha's eyes widened with dread; Bucky's brows furrowed in confusion, and Maria's steady hands unexpectedly started trembling.

They knew it was physically impossible, but they couldn't deny that this sign scared them.

Natasha slowly stood back up from her crouched position and took a deep breath before she directed her attention back to her two trusted friends.

"Go!" Natasha ordered angrily. "Leave and find Y/N as soon as possible. I swear that you will not live to see tomorrow's sunrise if my baby isn't back in my arms by then."

Bucky and Maria nodded and hurriedly rushed out of the room, both desperate to achieve one goal.

Bring Y/N safely back home.

—

"I don't give a fuck that your men are out undercover on the streets of Asgard, Thorvald," Natasha shouted into the phone's speaker. "You're going to gather them all from that city's streets and send them to find any trace of my daughter. End of discussion!"

Natasha ended the call before she threw her phone on her desk with a long sigh.

"Remind me again why I have made an ally out of Thorvald Odinson?" Natasha placed her head into her hands.

Clint, Natasha's best friend and most trusted person, looked up at her and shrugged.

"Maybe because Thor saved your life during an attack where he could have easily let you die?" The man raised his eyebrow. "Or maybe because he genuinely cares about you, and I bet that right in this moment, he already has all his men retreated from the streets and sent out to scout the area around HYDRA's territory?"

"That's because he has the personality of a Golden Retriever." Natasha pointed out with a scoff. "His hair included."

"That's true." Clint nodded. "But you must admit he has been a loyal friend and a great hide and seek partner for Y/N."

A faint smile made its way onto Natasha's lips before it was quickly replaced by a frown.

"I am so worried, Clint." Natasha's voice shook as she looked up with tearful eyes at her friend. "I'm scared that something bad happened to Y/N. It's all my fault that she had to see me as what I truly am." She took a deep breath before continuing. "A monster."

Clint took a few steps forward and placed a comforting hand on Natasha's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

"It's not your fault, Nat." Clint said in a sympathetic voice. "You only tried to protect her. You tried to hide her from the horrors of the world you had been forced to live in because you didn't want her to have the same childhood as you did."

"And at what cost?!" Natasha threw her hands into the air. "Look where it had brought me."

"We're going to find her, Tasha." The man reassured his friend.

All of a sudden, the door of Natasha's office burst open, and Bucky, Steve, and Maria ran inside, pure terror written on their faces as Bucky clung to something in his right hand.

Natasha shot to her feet as her eyes searched the faces before her for reassurance, but the only thing she found was her own panic mirrored on her friends' faces.

Clint followed suit and straightened his back as he understood that something was terribly wrong.

"Nat..." Bucky breathed out, his eyes swimming in unshed tears.

Natasha took a few tentative steps towards Bucky, a deafening silence enveloping the room as the powerful boss stopped in front of the man who once was hers.

No words were spoken, but Natasha understood.

Bucky lifted his arm and showed the redheaded woman the object he was tightly holding.

Natasha's breath caught in her throat, and the world around her started spinning.

The people around her instinctively took a step forward, but Bucky was quicker in reacting as he managed to catch the woman just in time.

"Natalia!" Bucky shouted as he supported Natasha's weight with one arm while shaking her head with the other.

"Natasha, are you okay?" Steve asked, concerned.

But Natasha didn't respond. She remained limp in Bucky's arms, her face pale, and her eyes wide with shock. The room fell into a heavy silence as everyone watched helplessly.

Finally, Natasha took a shuddering breath, and her eyes refocused. She looked up at Bucky, her voice barely a whisper. "Is... is that... Y/N's shirt?"

Bucky nodded, his own voice filled with pain. "I'm so sorry, Talia. They sent it to us... drenched in her blood."

Tears welled up in Natasha's eyes as she clutched onto Bucky tightly, the weight of the situation finally hitting her.

They had confirmed her worst fear: Y/N had been taken by HYDRA, and there was no doubting the severity of the situation.

Natasha pulled away from Bucky and steadied herself, her eyes darting around the room. "We need to find her. We need to bring her home."

Steve stepped forward, determination etched on his face. "We'll do everything we can, Nat. We'll find her."

Natasha nodded, her resolve hardening. "I don't care what it takes. I don't care who gets in our way. We are going to bring our daughter back."

Clint stepped forward, his voice steady. "We have contacts, Nat. We have resources. We'll use everything at our disposal to track down HYDRA and get her back."

Maria, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "I'll coordinate with our intelligence network. We'll gather all the information we can and find any possible leads."

Natasha looked at each person in the room, gratitude and determination in her eyes. "Thank you, all of you. We're a family, and we're going to fight for our little heir."

But as she tightly clung to the small, bloodied shirt of her baby girl, Natasha couldn't escape the panic and worry that had engulfed her brain and heart, one question lingering.

Was Y/N still alive?

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