Natasha Romanoff Oneshots

"Whispers,"

Description: Seventeen-year-old Yelena has been imprisoned by the Red Room for eleven years along with the other Widows. There was never any hope for any of them, until the news spreads that another Widow—Natalia Alianovna Romanova—has somehow managed escape. Hope fills all of them that they can escape too, but none more so than Yelena, who knows her sister will come back for her so they can run away together. However, as the days pass and there is no sign of Natasha, Yelena begins to worry.

Ships: None

Major Characters: Yelena, Natasha (mentioned)

Minor Characters: Madame B., Sandy-haired guard

This is not an AU where Natasha goes back for Yelena, just so no one is expecting that or anything similar. It is as strict to the Black Widow movie as I could make it.

Like some previous chapters, there isn't any actual Natasha in this story, just mentions of her, but that is not to say that she isn't an important character.

I have had an idea for something like this chapter for a while now, because I've always thought about how Clint saving Natasha couldn't just be some minor thing in the Red Room, so then I started to consider what it might be like for Yelena to know that her older sister had a chance to get them out and yet didn't.

A while ago, I published a chapter ("I Love You,") kind of explaining why Natasha kept saying that Melina, Alexei, and Yelena weren't her family, despite them all saying they were—especially since Natasha got some hate for that. So this chapter is intended to explain why Yelena is upset with Natasha at the beginning of Black Widow, and to give some background (that I think probably fits) as to the gas station scene with Yelena asking Natasha where she thought she was.

This is, I think, the longest chapter I've written, and also the one with the least amount of dialogue—I believe. Neither of which I really planned on.

The next chapter will be "Natalia?" (Part Two). I have it handwritten, I just need to type it up, and I was too lazy to do that so I wrote this chapter instead. After that, it will be a chapter about Natasha's habit of handcuffing herself to the bed every night, per a request. I am taking requests about what to write after that, otherwise I will try to think something up.

Enjoy!

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Whispers can't be killed.

Girls can be killed, happiness can be killed, innocence can be killed, but whispers always find a way to survive and make their way into the ears of the wrong person—or the very right person.

Yelena Belova heard the whispers in the walls, in the floors, in the handcuffs that kept them connected to their beds. She heard the whispers from the other Widows, yet she never saw their mouths move as they uttered the rumors, for the words were just there, dangling in the air for her to reach out and grab.

Natalia has left, said the whispers. Natalia Alianovna Romanova has escaped.

And with the whispers came the hope—hope that had been hidden for so, so long to the point that it was difficult to find. The hope filled the minds of all the girls: if Natalia has escaped, then so could we.

The whispers that brought hope, also carried along with them stupidity. Lack of thinking things through.

Natalia had been the best of them by far. Legends of her skills existed even why she was still there, so it was foolish to think that even though it had taken her twenty-one years to escape, it could take them just a few days. The very day that the rumors started—a day with a temperature far below 0 and a threatening snowstorm—two girls separately attempted to make a run for it during their missions. Of course, when they were caught soon after, no time was wasted with asking why they did it; they were killed immediately.