Forgotten (y/n Stark x Avengers)

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Y/e/c: Your eye color

Drip, drip, drip.

The cell's poorly made ceiling was always dripping. In all of the time you could remember, it's been like this. Wake up to the sound of a dripping ceiling, before being sent on a mission or training.

You're only 15, and already a black widow. the graduation ceremony was not what you expected, but that's alright. Now you're stuck with the red room forever. It isn't all bad. You get good food, a bed, and you don't have to do as much training anymore.

The red room didn't want to call you 'Black Widow,' because the traitor took on that name. Your method of fighting is more like the Winter Soldier's, and less like hers anyway. So they call you the Polar Troop. The winter soldier is said to be a ghost story from HYDRA, but you know he's real. He was the one that saved you from your horrible and abusive family, and brought you to the red room. You've seen him around too, and whenever you do, you always give him a little wave, hoping that he remembers you. Your just glad you ended up in the red room, and not HYDRA, because their supposed to be horrible to their agents. You've also heard the screams when you were passing through as a four year old. Before the winter soldier saved you. Before you became an assassin. 

You stood up, the old sheets were flung off the bed during the night. You could hear someone coming down the hallway. You opened the cell door to greet them (the red room keeps your door unlocked because of your rank), and you come face to face with the winter soldier. His stormy eyes stare into your y/e/c ones, and you're unable to look away. 

"Come," is all he says, voice raspy as if he hasn't used it in years. You snap out of your trance, and follow his down the hallway, deep into the heart of the compound.

He leads you to a room with guards lining the walls and young widows stand in the center. One of the guards comes up to you, and tells you to teach this class the basic fighting stances. This will be what you are doing every morning when you are not on a mission for now on.

You sigh. Technically then, your job is to watch girls fail at fighting each other, instead of going on missions. How. Exciting.

You walk to the front of the class and start to teach.

By the end of the week, you have 3 girls killed, 4 girls with horrible injuries, and only 5 out of the twenty you started with perfecting the skills.

Hi everyone! I was going to post this in a few days, but I just got really bored and wanted to start writing the next chapter, and didn't want to have an other before this one got out, and then I was worried it would all start to bunch up, so I published it now. I meant to write this at the beginning of the chapter, so I hope you enjoyed it. Its going to start getting exiting!