Clean
Title:Clean
Author:I_llbedammned
Fandom:Avengers/Black Widow
Character:Natasha Romanoff
Rating:PG
Word Count:458
Challenge: Bleach
Summary: After a mission turns messy Natasha begins to contemplate how she is living her life
Natasha in front of her clothes as she loaded them into the washing machine, tossing more bleach into the load to overcompensate for the amount of blood and ash on her clothes and blankets. The blood had been so bad that she didn't even stop in the bedroom of the house that she was put up in by SHIELD; she just made her way directly to the bathroom with the washing machine in it and had dumped everything that she was wearing and had been carrying into the machine. She pulled the switch and started the device whirring away.
For a moment or two she stood naked in the bathroom before catching a look of her face and body in the mirror. There were no wounds on it, but the blood spray made her look like how she did during training. Memories of beating other little girls 'til their faces were no more than pulp flashed through her mind and she shivered involuntarily. Quickly she made her way to the shower and started it up. After stepping in the first few moments looked like a massacre before it faded to clear.
She rubbed the lavender-scented scented soap on her body and rubbed shampoo into her hair. As the suds came rushing off of her she was rewarded by a few new spots of blood coming off of her, spots that had been buried into her hair so deep that the initial spray had missed them. She knew that she should be used to the blood by now, but this time it had been different. Normally with SHIELD missions they were more structured and built with more honor than this mission had been. This wasn't the first dubious mission that she had been sent on by SHIELD, an admission that made her shift uncomfortably in the shower.
She sighed and just let the warm water run over her, losing herself for a moment in the simple pleasure of the sensation. She took a seat on bottom of the shower and stared up at the shower head, fancying it to be a torrential, cleansing rain that was washing over her. Her thoughts filtered back with the same doubts she always had filtering through her head dressed up in new light. What if this was just another trap that she was caught in? What if she was now merely a tool that imagined it had freedom?
Her hands went to her head and she curled up, holding her head in her hands. She wished that a mind was as easy to clean as clothes, that she could just toss a bunch of bleach in and everything would come out like new in the end with no trace of blood on it.
Author:I_llbedammned
Fandom:Avengers/Black Widow
Character:Natasha Romanoff
Rating:PG
Word Count:458
Challenge: Bleach
Summary: After a mission turns messy Natasha begins to contemplate how she is living her life
Natasha in front of her clothes as she loaded them into the washing machine, tossing more bleach into the load to overcompensate for the amount of blood and ash on her clothes and blankets. The blood had been so bad that she didn't even stop in the bedroom of the house that she was put up in by SHIELD; she just made her way directly to the bathroom with the washing machine in it and had dumped everything that she was wearing and had been carrying into the machine. She pulled the switch and started the device whirring away.
For a moment or two she stood naked in the bathroom before catching a look of her face and body in the mirror. There were no wounds on it, but the blood spray made her look like how she did during training. Memories of beating other little girls 'til their faces were no more than pulp flashed through her mind and she shivered involuntarily. Quickly she made her way to the shower and started it up. After stepping in the first few moments looked like a massacre before it faded to clear.
She rubbed the lavender-scented scented soap on her body and rubbed shampoo into her hair. As the suds came rushing off of her she was rewarded by a few new spots of blood coming off of her, spots that had been buried into her hair so deep that the initial spray had missed them. She knew that she should be used to the blood by now, but this time it had been different. Normally with SHIELD missions they were more structured and built with more honor than this mission had been. This wasn't the first dubious mission that she had been sent on by SHIELD, an admission that made her shift uncomfortably in the shower.
She sighed and just let the warm water run over her, losing herself for a moment in the simple pleasure of the sensation. She took a seat on bottom of the shower and stared up at the shower head, fancying it to be a torrential, cleansing rain that was washing over her. Her thoughts filtered back with the same doubts she always had filtering through her head dressed up in new light. What if this was just another trap that she was caught in? What if she was now merely a tool that imagined it had freedom?
Her hands went to her head and she curled up, holding her head in her hands. She wished that a mind was as easy to clean as clothes, that she could just toss a bunch of bleach in and everything would come out like new in the end with no trace of blood on it.