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Secrets Behind Our Dreams

Chapter 3: Your Forgotten Dream Isn't Real

Summary: You are a club dancer; a stripper. Natasha is a respected notorious mob boss. What would happen if your paths happened to cross one night? The only thing you knew about each other was your dreams, and neither of you knew what the other was.

Pairings: Mob Boss Natasha Romanoff x Stripper Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of weapons and scars

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2 weeks ago…

It's been 2 weeks since Natasha last saw you and in that same week when she met you. Natasha mobilized her men, scattering them across the neighborhood in an attempt to track you down. She left no stone unturned, even enlisting the help of Barnes, who diligently checked the block you said you lived in. She even searched some dance studios herself in luck of finding you.

Bucky entered her office with a news, "Welp, no signs of your girl. They don't know someone that has Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. Unless a girl that you saw is a kid, you could've told me 'cause they pointed me to a kid that matches your person. She's like 7 or like…at least 10? I duno."

Natasha just hummed in response, there was a stack of papers spread out before her. She busied herself, shuffling through the documents, but her mind was far from the tasks at hand. She pretended to be engrossed in her work, not wanting to reveal the disappointment that washed over her as Bucky told the news she had been dreading.

"You giving up now? Doesn't suit you well, Nat." Bucky said as he studied Natasha's demeanor.

Natasha brushed off her disappointment, her voice tinged with boldness, "There are other matters that require my attention. I'll focus on what's within my control. Plus, it's just a girl I can have many if I want."

"My girl is back!" Bucky held his hands in the air as if he was praising someone that hides behind the sky. He sat across Natasha and took the Mont Blanc ballpoint pen for him to play with.

But in Natasha's mind–perhaps it was time to accept that finding you was beyond her reach. But as a woman accustomed to having control, this surrender was both humbling and disheartening for her. She reluctantly conceded defeat, it's not even in her vocabulary.

"Hey, what if she was a ghost?" Bucky suddenly broke the silence, he pointed the pen towards Natasha.

Natasha's fingers froze mid-page turn, she gave Bucky a piercing look, "Stop playing Barnes and give me tha–"

Bucky quickly snatched the pen away from her, "Hey, I'm being for real. But what if she isn't?" he intently looked at her as he leaned back in his chair with crossed arms, "You met her outside the club, past midnight…I mean, no name, appearing in the dark hours of the night? That sounds pretty spooky to me."

"Oh god, we're not having this conversation. And I asked for her name, she just…didn't give it to me." Natasha's eyes narrowed as she gripped the papers with annoyance showing in her face.

"Damn, she didn't?" Bucky's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he processed Natasha's words.

It's very unusual for Natasha to be left in the dark. And with her past relationships and a couple of 'sleep-arounds' as Natasha calls it; it's always them that would plead and beg her to stay. She knows that they will always run back to her. The world will always run back to her.

She possesses this captivating charm that was as alluring as it was dangerous. Natasha carved her path through a world riddled with danger and deceit. She knew how to get what she wanted and she can do it with a blink of an eye, leveraging her magnetic personality to sway others to her cause. But she couldn't even get a girl's name? Your name?

"Can we stop this? And can you stop playing with that pen? That pen costs more than your life." Natasha scolded him.

"Ouch, Nat!" Bucky mockingly put his hands to his chest. He chuckled after, recognizing Natasha's playful scolding for what it truly was—a diversion from their previous conversation.

But for Natasha, deep down, she wanted to protect herself from becoming too vulnerable, too consumed by the thoughts of you.

Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, a smirk playing on her lips. "Prepare the lift, there is an illicit trade of armors today. Some li'l birdy told me about a group known for transporting them. I'll make sure they won't screw it up."

"Woah, boss is back in the game." Bucky grinned at her, he gave her a finger-guns as he made his way out of her office.

Natasha just once again rolled her eyes to him, "I'm always in the game." She confidently muttered to herself.

Present day…

The thoughts of you already slipped out in Natasha's mind, as if you didn't happen, you weren't real, and you were forgotten. Her work demanding more of her time and attention.

It's just a girl, I can have many if I want.

She sat behind her grand desk, a mixture of apprehension and intrigue swirling within her. An invitation had arrived, summoning her once again to a gathering of mob bosses at the same exclusive club she went few weeks ago. Memories of the previous meeting flooded her mind—the debauchery, the lack of professionalism, disappointment, and lastly the smell of disgust.

This time, however, the invitation came with a different tone—a simple gathering to foster connections and potential alliances. Natasha saw an opportunity in this, a chance to expand her network and strengthen her influence. She pondered the invitation for a moment, weighing the risks against the potential opportunity.

Before she could decide Bucky interrupted as he entered her opulent office. "Hey, I heard the news about the gathering."

"Yeah, I'm stuck between…" Natasha cleared her throat and leaned her back to her office chair.

Bucky leaned against the edge of Natasha's desk, "You should go, have some fun." Bucky convinced, his gaze lingering on Natasha's troubled expression.

"I don't want fun Barnes, I'm here for business." She plainly said not taking a glance at him, she knows damn well that she will not win over Bucky when it comes to this kind of conversation, when it comes to having fun.

For Natasha fun seemed like a distant memory, a luxury she couldn't afford.

"Nat, you work tirelessly. You deserve a break. This shit could be an opportunity to let loose even just for a little while or…okay as much as I wanted you not to work while having fun maybe there's some opportunity for business y'know?" Bucky knew her too well, aware of the heavy burden and responsibilities she carried on her shoulders but this time he thinks that she's letting herself drown with her work.

"Nat, I know the weight you carry, but you're more than just a mob boss or the bloody heiress whatever they call you. You deserve moments for yourself, to unwind and be out in this cage, damn is that…wow this is new?" Bucky pointed to the framed-painting hanging on the wall, it's red pointe shoe.

Natasha chuckled at the sight of him, Bucky has this black cat facade but has a golden retriever personality…and has an attention span of a gold fish.

"But anyway, Nat life…it's not all about work. Remember, life is meant to be lived, not just endured." He made his way towards Natasha's office door, "I'm out, please…a li'l fun wouldn't hurt."

There was a flicker of havoc in Natasha's eyes as Bucky left, she paused, considering Bucky's words, knowing deep down that he was right, she hated it that sometimes he is right.

"Okay, we'll…I'm going for business, that's first…and hey business is fun, so I'll have fun with that." Natasha convincingly mumbled to herself with a sigh.

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Natasha decided to have lunch outside, she was wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck, dirty white trousers, and an expensive luxury shoulder bag clinging on her right shoulder. As she strolled along the busy city streets, her attention was caught by a young kid who seemed to be lost. She looked around for a second before walking to the kid.

"Hey…" Natasha softly called the girl's attention, the kid was startled as she turned to Natasha with glossy eyes.

"Where's your parents?" Natasha asked, and that's when the child completely cried out loud. "Oh shit, great." She mumbled to herself."

Natasha grabbed the child and looked around, she found an ice-cream shop and they both went in. She smiled and knelt to face the kid. "What do you want? I'll buy you ice-cream."

"I want Mama!" The kid exclaimed, stomping her feet.

The people were startled by the kid's tantrum, Natasha couldn't help but notice the curious glances of the people around the shop. Whispers filled the air, and she could tense unease and suspicion that radiated from their gaze. "Now, that's even great," Natasha muttered to herself with a little annoyance. "We'll get one chocolate chip cone."

"One chocolate chip cone coming right up!" The kid suddenly stopped from wailing when the server repeated Natasha's order.

"Here y'go." The server handed the cone to Natasha, she took it and gave the cone to the little girl. The kid looked at her with doe eyes, hesitant at first, but after a few seconds the child gave up and took it. Natasha rubbed the girl's hair before paying at the counter.

She held the child's hand as they made their way out, her tiny fingers wrapped securely around hers. Natasha's instincts kicked in, scanning the surroundings for any signs of the child's mother.

Natasha gently wiped the remnants of the chocolate ice-cream off the girl's face, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The little girl's eyes sparkled with innocence and wonder, Natasha could see the trust growing out of the girl.

Feeling a pang of empathy, Natasha knelt down to the child's level and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, "We'll find your Mama now. But wipe your mouth first, big girl." Natasha winked at her, she gave her some tissue and took the ice-cream.

The girl wiped her mouth sloppily, Natasha chuckled at the sight but it suddenly changed when she met a gaze with so much tension in it. "Oh god, baby!"

"Ma…" the girl called as her mother hugged her tightly.

Her mother looked at Natasha again scanning her from head to toe, she saw the scar on Natasha's shoulder and a few ink of roses covering it. She was alarmed. Without a second, she turned to her child, "Let's go baby, I'm so sorry I let you out my sight. I'm so sor–"

Natasha could feel the tension in the air, and she didn't miss how the woman became alarmed as soon as she saw her shoulders. She tugged her shoulder bag to cover it, but it only blanketed half of it. "I mean no harm, here's her ice-crea–"

"Keep that." The mother glared at her, but her glare wasn't just anger, it was mixed with fear. She grabbed her child and quickly made their way out of Natasha's sight.

A pang of pain shot through Natasha, it was a stark reminder of the fear those scars could evoke in others. She had become accustomed to those kinds of reactions, but that didn't make it any less painful. Natasha tried to shake off the hurtful encounter.

There are rumors and stories circulated like whispers in the wind. Among them was a peculiar tale that claimed one could easily identify a member of a mob or even a mob boss by spotting a distinctive scar on their body. And Natasha has one, and she's also one; the mob boss herself.

"I never thought those tales are still around." Natasha was startled by the voice that brought her back to reality.

"Yeah, except it wasn't a tale." Natasha chuckled. It was Maria, her assistant.

"And you realized that ice-cream is dripping in your hand right?" Maria pointed to the ice-cream melting out of Natasha's hand.

"Oh shit," Natasha mumbled to herself, she quickly threw the ice-cream and wiped her hands with some tissue Maria handed her.

"You forgot this Nat." She handed Natasha's suit, and she quickly grabbed it.

Natasha wore the suit. She felt a weight lift off her shoulder, it was liberating to know that, at least in appearance, she could blend in with the crowd, offering a sense of little normalcy that might put others at ease. But still it pained her that she would never have a normal life like she always wanted, she always dreamed of having.

"Do you wanna grab lunch?" Natasha asks as she adjusted her clothing.

"Lunch would be great," Maria beamed with a smile.

"Let's go then." Natasha nodded.

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