PETER It had been a week since Tony warned me about the newest Avenger coming in today.
All I knew was, they were my age, they were a girl, and they were related to one of the original Avengers.
"Avengers meeting now. Natasha wants to talk to us." Tony explained as I quickly ran downstairs to the bottom floor of the Avengers Compound, seeing Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, and Natasha Romanoff.
"Ok, everyone. I have some news." She threw 4 files at us, each of them having the same details.
"Who is-" Before Steve could continue, my eyes widened.
"Y/N Romanoff..." I looked down at the file and the images.
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Abilities: Expert spy, tactician, martial artist/hand-to-hand combat, expert marksman, mastery of various weapons, hypnotist, equipment through gauntlets (e.g. knock out gas, taser, explosives, tear gas pellets)
Home: Red Room.
"Red room? What the hell is that?" I asked, confused.
"It's a hidden organisation that specialises in brainwashing young girls, infants, adopted girls or orphans. All of it's "Students" are handcuffed during sleeping to prevent escapees." Nat's sister walked into the room.
Y/N "It's a hidden organisation that specialises in brainwashing young girls, infants, adopted girls or orphans. All of it's "Students" are handcuffed during sleeping to prevent escapees." You walked into the room, putting your weapons away.
"Each and every student does ballet and doesn't stop until they become unbreakable. It's students participate in firearm training which does involve real people as shooting targets. The organisation eliminates any and all defects who prove unworthy to be a fully-fledged Black Widow." You crossed your arms.
"Eliminates?" The youngest boy was confused.
"Kills." You elaborated before continuing.
"The "graduation ceremony" is the cherry on top of the evil pie. Each and every trainee is stripped of their ability to have children or to even experience that...time of the month." You sat down, your jaw clenched shut.
"By doing this, they ensure that all Red Room graduates never experience the weakness of worrying more about a family than their mission." Natasha spoke up, letting you examine the room.
"Why don't you have a Russian accent?" The boy asked.
"Because, like Natasha, I was born an American but was then taken by the Russian organisation. Natasha and I were separated for years." You explained.
"Hi. My name is Y/N Romanoff. I'm an ex-Black Widow. I was released from my past about a year ago. Nat, being an Avenger, recommended me to Tony." You shook his hand.
"Parker, show Y/N to the training room. Maybe she can teach you a thing or two about fighting." Steve laughed.
"Excuse me Steve! I'm a great fighter." You laughed at the boy.
"You if you can take me down and win a fight, then I declare that none of these fine adults have permission to mock you." You smiled at the boy who stood up as you cracked your knuckles.
"Fine! I agree!" The boy stood up, looking just an inch taller than you. You looked back at your sister who smirked.
"Rule one. Never take your eye off your op-" Not even looking at the boy, you blocked his punch with your left hand, twisting his arm to the left so he was open for an attack. You flipped your legs around his neck, bringing him down onto the floor, his back landing hard on the floor as you slammed his right arm onto the floor beside him, rendering him beaten.
"Oh...my...god. She's just like you." You could hear Tony speak to your sister.
"I know. They taught her everything they taught me." Nat laughed.
"T-That was just a warm up. The real fight is yet to happen." The boy struggled to get up as he tried to breathe normally. Deciding to help him off the floor, you stretched out your arm, his hand latching onto yours as you pulled him up with force.
"You know my name. How about you tell me yours?" You asked, his hand still not letting go.
"Oh, I-I'm Peter. Peter Parker. New York's very own Spider-Man." He seemed impressed by his introduction. Letting go, you smiled.
"It's time to fight...Spider-Boy." You mocked his superhero name.
"U-Uh, Y/N. I-It's Spider-Man...not Spider-Boy." He corrected you, even though you already knew that.
"Like I said, it's time to fight." He quickly showed you to the training room where you began your training to be an Avenger.
