In the dark history of the Red Room lies Elena Makarov, the very first Black Widow to emerge from the program during the 1930's.
Her DNA was merged with a Black Widow spider, her regenerative capabilities enhanced.
After her escape from the Red Roo...
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At Fury's orders, Steve and Elena parted ways to go and suit up.
Elena headed to an armoury on the helicarrier to collect her weapons, she didn't need a change of clothes. She was always suited up.
Fury had so kindly packaged her weapons and had them shipped onto the carrier, and Elena headed over to her case, unlocking it and lifting it open. The inside was layered with many different blades of varying lengths and shapes. There were also 2 pistols and a rifle, they were far from being modern, but Elena kept them well maintained.
Elena gently trailed a gloved finger over each one, thinking about the sort of enemy she was dealing with. She wanted something fast yet strong. Loki was a powerful foe, even Elena may not be able to just tank his hits to get to him. She had to be fast.
Her finger stopped on two tanto knives, they were like small katanas. Half the weight, just as lethal.
She twirled the blades in her hands, testing the weight and speed. Nodding to herself, Elena slide them into holsters on either side of her thighs. While she did so, something caught her sharp eye.
There was a glass case just off to the side.
'Agent Romanoff.' Was written on the glass case, just below the door to open it. Elena couldn't help herself once she spotted what was inside.
Gently, she opened the case door. Peering at the 2 wristbands inside, the rest of the weapons not as enticing.
'Widow's bite.' The wrist bands were labelled as. Elena traced a tender finger over them, shaking her head subtly in disbelief.
Elena had heard of them, a Black Widow's signature tech. And she had always been curious, wanting to have a pair. She never had her own. The tech while she was in the Red Room wasn't as advanced. Most of the funding went to make her what she was.
"Careful, Michael Myers. They sting."
Elena jumped at the sudden voice, snapping her head to the culprit.
Natasha.
Elena slightly relaxed. Natasha didn't seem annoyed, more... amused. She was smirking as she reached behind Elena to take the widow's bites and put them on.
"If you ask nicely, I may just let you have a turn." She commented, her eyes glancing to Elena's weapon case, admiring the many blades. Then her eyes were back on Elena. Staring into the dark lenses she's slowly growing accustomed to.
"Choose wisely on what you do out there." Natasha began slowly, almost like she was... rooting for Elena in a way. "I don't want to be putting you in time out."
Then, as quickly and quietly as Natasha had entered. She was gone.
Elena tilted her head as she saw the flash of red disappear out of the door. She and Natasha seemed to be on an even playing field of skill. Both being able to creep up on one another.
