"She is here for sure... Hopefully they know I am the only thing to help her."Said Victoria to herself moving through the jungle looking at the note from ika mentioning Natasha and where she was of what's left. "That bastard better not kill her."She said softly showing the note getting lead to a locked door in the Konton base. She sighed standing outside it for a few seconds before she placed her hand lightly on the surface going through scenarioes before lifting the hand knocking on the door "Natasha...Its V, Let me in. I need...To make sure you are alright."She called after two knocks. She could below down the door and get in but she knew in a shattered state of mind that it was better to get permission enspecially with it being Natasha.

Bogota. When she passed out, Natasha was in the arms of Ika Mazi. When she woke, she was in the infirmary in the jungles of Bogota. He saved her life. Someone was always saving her life, yet she could save no one else. As far as she knew, New York was in ruins, tons of innocent lives lost, and many soldiers fallen. There was pain, destruction, and death around every corner originating from the source of her, Accelerator, and the two arrancar. Accelerator. Where was he? What happened to him? He wasn't here, and she hadn't heard word. Was he dead? Did that man find him? That man. Denver. She could feel the panic course through her veins as another feeling chased it. As her heart rate elevated, she was knocked unconscious.

When Natasha woke again, she was in a room. A private room. Her own room. A letter left beside her bed explaining where she was and that she was welcome to stay. Stay. Would she stay? She would. She had to stay. She wasn't safe outside these walls. As much as she hated to admit it, she was safe as long as Ika was around. She was safe here. No. No, she wasn't safe anywhere. He would find her. He would tear this place apart, he would sneak in, and he would hurt everyone here. Ika wouldn't let that happen. He beat Denver. He could do it again. Natasha could not. Natasha was useless. She was a failure. Not just on one occasion was she useless, but two. She was weak, vulnerable, and a target. She had to stay. She couldn't protect anyone, but Ika could. He could lead them. He could do what she couldn't.

She would find herself sitting in the dark on the bed placed in the opposite corner of the room than the door. It was locked numerous times by multiple locks many of which she created herself. Nobody would get in. She wouldn't let them. He wouldn't get her again. She couldn't let him. A knock. Her whole body would jolt and lean further backwards into the corner as her fist immediately transformed into a canon. The only light in the room shinning green from the lights inside the canon. A voice? A female voice. A familiar female voice. Her best friend. Victoria? Was it really her? Was it Denver? Was he tricking her? She sounded sincere, but that man was clever, a master. A puppet master. Bodies dangled from the ceiling in her vision swinging about as angry voices testified against her. Her own soldiers. She remembered it. The room spun around her. No. No. No. She would repeatedly hit her head against the wall as she would whisper denial to herself only being rid of the vision as she would yell drowning out the noise. "How do I know?! How do I know it's you?! The real Vic. Real. Victoria. The real one," her voice would trail off after her initial shouting as she would slowly step off of the bed before quietly stepping closer to the door, until she could place her ear upon it. Was it her? Please. Please be her.

Victoria waited quietly. she could sense Natasha inside she could tell it was dark and she could tell there was a fearful lion ready to strike on the other side of it's territory. She heard movement as she listened "N...You know it's me...No one will ever be able to copy me silly. I know your scared and terrified but this...This isn't you...This isn't the Green haired girl that excelled at everything that came to a dorky big glassed pigtail nerdy outcast like me and actually wanted to be my friend. My Natasha is a girl that always caught me whenever I fell and she was always the girl that I snuck out with at night to go enjoy late night sundaes just because she wanted to."Said Vic feeling her heart breaking hearing the voice on the other side. Her Nat was in pain, her Nat was so broken...How dare the world do that. Victoria balled up her fist keeping it against the door as she rested her forehead against the door closing her eyes thinking of how to get to Natasha "Nat, If you do not open this door and let me in, I will break it down and drag you out kicking and screaming."She said Repeating the very lines Natasha used to get her out of a situation of nearly wanting to end his pitiful existence years ago. To Victoria, If Natasha had never came by to drop off her homework. Victoria might not exist today.Victoria owed Natasha a lot for getting through to her through the barriers and layers she hid all the pain and cuts and bruises of her soul and mind. Natasha broke through those now Victoria had to break through somehow.

Victoria's voice would sound muffled on the other side of the wooden object, but it was still hers. Natasha could feel herself being soothed by the sound of her best friend's voice. She could feel the relief overflow as the girl on the other side described herself, Natasha, and their friendship. Slowly, her arm would form back from a canon to a more human looking arm. All she could do in this moment was picture Victoria's face. She could picture her smile, her happiness, her serious, her strength, and her healing aura. She was still afraid. What it this was a lie? What if this was all in her head? What if she opened it and there was just another dead body? What if it was HER dead body? Natasha would keep her ear pinned to the door as the darkness continued to swirl around her.

Green eyes would widen upon hearing her next words. A threat. A threat to break through to her. A threat Natasha had used against Victoria before and one that she didn't hesitate using on multiple occasions with her. Slowly, Natasha would stand placing her hand on the first door lock. Is this really what she wanted? She would twist the lock hearing a click and cringing at the thought of it being opened. However, she would quickly rummage through the couple others making the clicking noises swift leaving no time to hesitate any longer. Finally, the door would inch open as light filled the room and Victoria made her appearance from behind the solid substance. "Please, come in. Quick. Just in case. Please," Natasha would speak softly, almost inaudibly as she waved for Victoria to enter the room. She didn't want anything bad to happen to her. She didn't want to see his face. She didn't want to be vulnerable.

Victoria was only greeted with silence for about a mintue before hearing a hesitant click of a lock unlatching before silence came back for a few seconds before a rummage of locks being undone was heard without hesitation. Victoria saw the door open seeing natasha on the other side giving a very paranoid aura " Natasha..."She whispered never seeing Natasha this unraveled about anything like this before. She didnt argue but followed Natasha into the darkness of her room "Natasha...What happened to you my dear?.."Asked Victoria once the door was shut "i came as soon as Ika told me..."She said