Ophelia Stone is an Ex-Black Widow. She was released when Natasha Romanoff took down the Red Room.
She moved all around the world, trying to find a place to stay and finally decided on New York, after she was blipped back.
She meets Kate Bishop, w...
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- "Why?" - (Warnings: mentions of trafficking, Red Room, abused and Dr*ykov)
"Okay." Kate mumbled to herself as she, Ophelia and Clint stood outside of an apartment building and then she buzzed the doorbell repeatedly.
"Y'ello." The man answered.
"Yes, hey, uh... Hi. Yeah, we're... Uh, I got pizza. I got pi- Uh-huh." Kate stumbled over her words.
"Huh? What?" The man questioned. "Hello?"
"Mhm. Yep. That's-" Kate was cut off by the door opening.
They all walked inside, Ophelia leading the dog upstairs and down the hall until Kate stopped out of a door.
"Okay, not exactly a fortress, but it'll do, right?" Clint asked.
"It's my aunt's place. She's in Florida for the winter." Kate told them. "Hold that for me."
"Right." Clint mumbled as he took the bow from Kate while she broke into the flat with a small device. Kate flicked the lights on as they walked inside. "Is there cats in here?"
"Hm. Just cat hair." Kate responded.
"Wh- Why just hair?" Ophelia asked, confused.
"I don't- I don't know." Kate stuttered.
"Here. I need you to clean your wounds. Use this. Use soap, this and disinfect it." Clint ordered. "Alright. I'm going back to your apartment to get that suit. And then I'm going back to my kids."
"Oh, yes, Clint, you may enter my apartment." Kate to him. "Don't you need my keys?"
"Nope. I'm good. Stay here. Lock this door. Ophelia, make sure she doesn't do something stupid." Clint demanded before leaving.
"He trusts me to do that? Me? I mean, wow. That's like trusting Chucky with a knife." Ophelia chuckled. "Sit down, ma chérie."
"Why?" Kate quizzed.
"I'm cleaning you up, babes. Sit down." Ophelia smiled, gesturing to the seat and Kate sat down so she pulled another chair in front of her and started going through the things.
"We have time to talk. You wanna explain what it means that you're a Widow and lived in a red room?" Kate asked with a small laugh, stopping when Ophelia's smile dropped.
"It wasn't a red room. I lived in the Red Room. Y'know Black Widow? Natasha Romanoff?" Ophelia asked and Kate hummed. "We were trained in the same place."
"You trained with the Natasha Romanoff?" Kate questioned gleefully. "You're time in that place must have been amazing!"
"Far from it." Ophelia chuckled, humourlessly as she started to clean Kate's cuts. "They, uh, train you to be an assassin."
"So you went around killing bad guys? You were a vigilante? Awesome." Kate breathed and Ophelia sighed.
"N-No. It wasn't like that. I killed whoever they wanted me to." Ophelia mumbled, pulling Kate's chair closer. "First kill when I was 7. Great, ain't it? Killing since 7."
"Yeah, but you're a hero. Like, an anti-hero." Kate grinned.
"No, Kate, you're not listening." Ophelia shook her head. "I was an assassin. I wasn't paid for it, it's all I've known since I was 3. I was trafficked, abused, tortured, controlled, sliced into, a sold like chopped meat. It wasn't fun, it wasn't cool I had the same training as an Avenger because I'm not an Avenger. Natasha got out. I didn't until she and her sister killed Dreykov and got all of us out, too. I'm a murderer and I've made enemies. I was a Black Widow, like Natasha. Only I'm not a hero."
"Whoa." Kate mumbled in shock at her explanation, hissing at the alcohol that seeped into her cut. "I'm sorry."
"Why?" Ophelia asked with a chuckle.
"Because of what you went through." Kate replied.
"Why are you sorry though? don't apologise for something you had nothing to do with." Ophelia responded. "I'm not Dreykov's pet anymore so it doesn't matter. Not chopped meat anymore. Just a murderer with a knack for burning brownies and painting tits."
"You're not a murderer. From what you told me, you had no choice." Kate smiled softly, looking up at the woman. "I have one question."
"What?" Ophelia quizzed.
"Can you speak Russian again? It was really hot." Kate breathed and Ophelia smiled widely at her.
"Ослиные яички." Ophelia whispered, making her voice sultry and Kate's breath hitched.
"What does that mean?" Kate breathed.
"Donkey testicles." Ophelia smirked and Kate snorted in amusement.
"Say my name in Russian." Kate grinned.
"Кейт Бишоп." Ophelia replied. "Any other requests, my dear?"
"Say you're favourite thing."
"Твои глаза."
"What's that?"
"Your eyes."
{725}
Just wanted to mention that soon, idk when, but in the future I'm posting a Wade Wilson book because yes :)
