Y/N was the adopted child of Natasha Romanoff, when she died Clint Barton and his family became his legal guardians. Following in his mother's footsteps Y/n has been using what training Natasha bestowed upon him to help fight the crimes plaguing New...
Eleanor and Madame B were stood in their penthouse overlooking New York, watching the chaos unfold and the city fall to the depths of depravity, they were sipping their celebration drinks, they had in every sense of the word, won. The city was ripe for the picking, Eleanor would take over the crime rings in the city while Madame B would provide her with the means to control people for certain, in return, Eleanor would fund and expand the Red Room. The Joker was running his own group and they were carving the city apart.
Madame B and Eleanor had everything they wanted, Y/N was out of the picture, he was in no condition to fight, Kate couldn't do much while pregnant and Yelena was drugged up on the mind control drugs.
Madame B was laughing at it all, her's and Dreykov's visions were so close to being reality, she had someone she thoroughly trusted and her greatest threat was locked in a cell in the middle of bum fuck nowhere recovering from a back injury.
Yuri had gone missing and a spree of murders had cropped up recently but with the police working overtime the way they were they had no time to investigate and neither did any of the Avengers.
Money was coming in from all the protection rackets, drug trafficking, people trafficking was being used by Madame B to 'acquire' new members of her Red Room. Name a mob business, Eleanor and Madame B were probably behind it, all honest cops were run out of the city, Killed along with their families or they retired. The Police now worked for Eleanor and Madame B. The government had cut New York off from the rest of the world, it was now the crime central of the world, crime no longer operated in the shadows, it flaunted itself about like a prancing peacock, and with the Avengers drastically outnumbered, the city had no one left to give them hope, it was like the Great Depression, minus the diseases, either you work for the mob or you go poor and starve.
And there was no one left who stood much of a chance to stop it.
Two months later:
Y/N was now working on a way out of the cell, he was going to go for the only option left. Punch his way out, literally. Y/N knew there were no guards, just one other prisoner who was given a load of supplies and ordered to make food for himself and Y/N.
Y/N was using the spoon he was given as a brass knuckle to punch through the glass without breaking his hand, it was taking time though, the glass was meant to stop a bullet after all, but Y/N was stubborn, very stubborn.
He punched for every hour god sent, constantly punching with one goal in mind, getting out of the cell so he can start on escaping the prison he was in. It had taken him two months-ish, unless he was counting wrong, but he was nearly finished. The inmate of the other cell was watching in amazement as he reckoned there was no way out of the prison.
One Month Later:
Y/N had finally broken through the glass, it shattered and fell to the floor as he walked out and saw what the prison was, it made of the walls of The Red Room facility engine rooms, and the ruined walls of the insight helicarriers.
"Well...shit." Y/N muttered to himself as he saw it and looked in horror. Y/N turned around to look at the TV showing New York in ruins on half of the screen and on the other half, Kate's cell.
"Pain only make you stronger." Y/N muttered to himself as he approached the first available handhold on the wall and used it to begin climbing, he was using the small holes in the wall and pieces of metal that were sticking out to climb up the wall. "Thank fuck I had my tetanus jab."
As he had to jump from one ledge to another Y/N saw the ledge he was previously hanging from fall down the over one hundred foot drop. He was close to the top.
"Come on, you climbed that cliff on Vormir with a stab wound, you can get this bitch of a climb done." Y/N muttered as he neared the top.
When Y/N climbed out of the ramshackle prison he dropped a length of rope and saw that he was withing viewing distance of civilization. He headed to the town where he could see people from all walks of life, he read a nearby sign and guessed he was in Nepal, Madame B must have shipped the parts for her prison out to the mountains to isolate him from New York and bide herself time, not that it was going to help her anymore.
Y/N had asked for directions to an airport, which was miles away, but he walked it, he was set on Madame Bitch and her allies, he was going to stop her, Eleanor, Joker, Riddler, Bane, Deathstroke and anyone else working with them.
2 Days Later:
Y/N arrived at the airport and used the phone to get in touch with Melina.
"Hello?" Melina said over the phone.
"Hello, Nan, is that you?" Y/N asked needing reassurance that she wasn't under enemy control.
"Y/N you never call me Nan, what's happened?"
"I needed to know if you were under control, I need you to trace this number and fly the jet here. I think I'm somewhere in Nepal. And I'll be needing a new suit." Y/N said as Melina traced the number to the airport.
"I'm on my way but I'll expect a good explanation on the way back here for your suit." Melina said as she hung up her phone and left.
A few hours later Melina arrived in the stolen Red Room VTOL from 2016, she lowered the air stair to see Y/N looking like shit.
"Stay there, tell me something you wouldn't remember if you were being controlled." Y/N said as Melina looked at him for a moment.
"when you came to visit us last christmas with Yelena, you and her painted Alexei's beard white and put a Santa Claus hat on him." Melina said as she saw Y/N fall to his knees and break down from both relief and from how much he'd been through.
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Melina approached her grandson and held him close as he finally allowed himself to shed a tear, to let the bottled emotions pour.
"Hey, come on, what would your mother say to you if she saw you like this? Hm?"
"She'd say, get up, you're snotting all over my suit." Y/N joked, hoping to avoid Nat and Melina's phrase.
"Aside from that, what else? She'd say Pain only makes you stronger. Come on, we need to get you a suit, and then we're going to stop Madame Bitch and her new Red Room, the freed Widows were notified and they're heading to join us at the pig farm. Come on." Melina said as Y/N nodded, she helped him to his feet as Y/N looked her in the eye.
"Alright...*sniff* let's go." Y/N said as they got onto the VTOL and flew back to Melina's pig farm.
When they arrived all of the freed Widows were waiting, as Y/N stepped off the jet there were murmurs among them all, mostly about how he was Natasha's son and how he was related to the Widow's that had set them all free.
Y/N was going over designs for his armor while still keeping to the taskmaster look, the improvement were mostly to the materials and equipment upgrades.
"Try it on." Melina said as the suit finished fabricating.
Y/N put the suit on and it fit perfectly,he was ready to take the war to the New Red Room.
