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  She closed her eyes for a brief second. She thought of Natasha, has Coulson told her their plans yet? She must be so pissed for being kept in the dark for so long. Maria chuckled lightly, imagining the deadly assassin threatens to kill her with that adorable scoff.  Natasha's like a cat, beautiful with her slender form, always looks at you with that faintly interested expression, those mesmerizing green eyes. She can drown in those eyes.

  "Nat..."A streak of blood willowed down her forehead, cold and sticky. She suddenly remembered snippets of her life with Natasha before all of this shit went down. When things were good, they say. Well, things were never good enough for them, but god how she had missed those nights on the hellicarrier, when the shorter woman would snuggle with her in her tiny compartment. She loves nussling into those curly red locks, smelling the shampoo and perfume and sometimes blood. The blood, Maria sighed, she can never escape the smell of blood.

  She trusted Natasha, she's going to help Coulson rebuilt SHIELD from scratch. A better SHIELD, better than the one she fucked up. Fury was"dead", and so would she. They would be dead along with the corrupted agency, with all its crazy dreams and ambitions to gard the earth.  They were not the heroes, the Avengers were, those agents who died in missions were. And Maria Hill? Maria Hill's just Fury's eye candy; the ice queen who never gived a fuck about how many people dies in order to achieve her missions. She's somehow content with the idea of dying namelessly, in this dungeon where they'll never find her body. At least she would be like all those agents who sacrificed their lives. At least she's doing what she could to protect the home Natasha had finally found. A home they all dreamt of and buried a long time ago. She could almost see the Russian's smile when she finally got to tell her that SHIELD was back, that someone would have their back against all those politicians and hypocrites who never shed a blood in New York. Then she remembered that she wouldn't be telling her that. Maybe Coulson would, along with the bad news. She wondered slightly if the Black Widow would shed a tear for her demise. She didn't know if she wanted it or not. The blood loss is weakening her rapidly, she can feel herself limp on the cell floor, cold and broken. She hoped that Natasha knows how much she cared for her, at least how much she wanted to. She failed that girl, she sent her out to face unspeakable demons and ordered abandonment if necessary. She can come up with a million excuses, but she hated herself nonetheless. Well, hope this could redeem her with the Widow. God, she hoped Coulson would tell her that she lo... her thoughts were torned like a pearl necklace, pieces falling into the deep dark abyss as coldness engulfed her completely. 

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