Symbiote Spider-Man: Finally With You

End of a Nightmare

"You can try, Natasha!" She didn't have the chance to even hit him, the man disappearing almost right in front of her. It was then that slowly but surely everything began to change in her perspective. The walls shimmered, and before her eyes, the corridor transformed into the Red Room, the infamous training facility where she had been molded into an assassin. Memories of those days made Natasha's heart skip a beat, a shiver passed through her body as hateful memories began to surge once more. She thought that she was done with this place, but this illusion, a trick created by Mordo, felt so real that she started to recall bit by bit memories of a place she would rather forget. "But in the end, you will achieve nothing!

She could hear his laugh all around her, the symbiote in her trying its best to help her with her current predicament. It was then that she noticed that not only her Images of Ikonn had completely disappeared, but that Mordo was seemingly creating copies of her fellow sisters from the Red Room. She may not recall most of them, but the attire they all had was one that was used in the program that had tortured her beyond belief.

"You remember this place, don't you?" Mordo's voice taunted, which only made her grit her teeth together. Of course she remembers, even if her memories returning were because of the stone back in Kamar-Taj. Regardless of just how exactly she remembers, she was angry that Mordo was showing this to her. Her eyes were looking everywhere, looking just how illusions of more Black Widow operatives were there to seemingly try and stop her "The place where you were broken and rebuilt into the perfect weapon!"

"I am not a weapon anymore, Mordo" The current Black Cat, who also had a symbiote suit, clenched her fist as she prepared herself for the fight of her life. These illusions were a specter from her past, a dark path that she had left a long time ago. She could see the expressions on the illusions, cold and void eyes that she clearly remembers having back in the day. She activated the Widow's Bite that the symbiote created, ready for the fight. She took a deep breath, her eyes glaring back at the various illusions of her pats. "I am a goddamned fucking Avenger"

She knew that these illusions were solid enough to hurt her, previous times training with Peter made her remember just how sore she would be. But this was not training and if she was not careful, she could end up dead from a fatal attack from any of the illusions. She would have to fight them as if they were real. There was no room for any kind of error, especially if she wanted to help her lover and Stephen out of this predicament created by Mordo.

It was then that a sudden headache arrived, her eyes widening quite wide as her body instinctively moved out of the way. She was pleasantly surprised as she noticed that she had evaded an attack from one of the many Black Widows that had surrounded her. She immediately targeted the neck, hitting the female exactly where Adam's Apple would be located. In mere moments, the illusion of that specific member of the Red Room dissipated into nothingness.

"So, this is just what Peter feels when he gets warned..." She muttered, her eyes ever so vigilant. Another warning and another moment where she was able to avoid a strike from the female that was now attacking her. However, she recognized the female in front of her. Her mind reminds her that the short red haired female attacking her was named Ava. She remembers having taught her a few things back in the Red Room, and the illusion kept up with what she remembers of the female. But she was better than Ava, and it was proven quite quickly. Another warning in the form of a headache and she ducked under the jab that the female had thrown. She immediately countered the strike with one of her own, her hands crushing the neck of the illusion Mordo had created of Ava. "No wonder he seemingly evades attacks out of nowhere..."

Another illusion approached her location, the one approaching holding a red shield with a white star in hand. She felt that he knew him from somewhere, but was only able to remember that his name was Alexei. She could not remember what kind of connection he held with her. But right now, the man was her opponent, an enemy that she needed to put down. He came at her with a shield strike, the shield in hand almost hitting her. But she dodged the attack at the last second, her movements fluid and precise. She swept his legs out from under him and delivered a swift kick to his head, causing him to vanish as well.