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The mission had been straightforward—or at least, it was supposed to be. The Avengers were on the trail of a rogue Hydra scientist rumored to have been experimenting with some dangerous and highly unstable technology. The team had split up to cover more ground in an abandoned facility just outside of Moscow.

Natasha Romanoff had been the first to find the scientist. As she moved in to apprehend him, he had activated a strange device. Before she could react, the machine emitted a blinding light, enveloping Natasha. When the light faded, Natasha was gone, replaced by a small, red-haired girl.

The scientist, too shocked to run, had been quickly subdued by Steve Rogers, but the attention of the entire team was immediately drawn to the child standing where their teammate had just been.

"Natasha?" Steve asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

The little girl looked up at him, her green eyes wide and filled with confusion. "Kto vy? (Who are you?)" she asked in a small, soft voice.

Everyone froze. This wasn't the Natasha they knew—the fearless, calculating Black Widow. This was a child, scared and lost. Wanda Maximoff stepped forward, crouching down to the little girl's level.

"Ty v poryadke, dorogaya? (Are you alright, sweetheart?)" Wanda asked gently in Russian.

The girl looked at her, her eyes flickering with recognition at hearing her native language. "Da... Ya... Ya ne znayu, gde ya... (Yes... I... I don't know where I am...)" she stammered, her voice trembling.

Bucky Barnes, who had been standing silently nearby, took a step closer, his face unreadable. "Natasha? Ty znaesh', kto my? (Do you know who we are?)" he asked, his tone soft but cautious.

The little girl shook her head, her red curls bouncing with the movement. "Net... Ya ne znayu vas... Vy iz Krasnoy komnaty? (No... I don't know you... Are you from the Red Room?)" Her voice was laced with fear.

Wanda and Bucky exchanged a worried glance. It was clear that this version of Natasha was not the same person they knew. She was stuck in the past, likely before she had undergone the full conditioning of the Red Room. This was Natasha before she became the Black Widow, a child who had not yet been hardened by the horrors of her training.

Steve, recognizing the situation, decided it was best to bring the girl back to the Avengers' headquarters. They needed to figure out what had happened and, more importantly, how to reverse it.

Tony Stark, who had been monitoring the mission remotely, was already working on a way to reverse the effects of the device. He instructed the team to bring Natasha—this little Natasha—back to the tower.

As they returned, Natasha looked around the Quinjet with wide, curious eyes. She clung to Wanda's hand, her small fingers wrapped around the witch's as if seeking comfort. Wanda, sensing the child's fear and confusion, offered her a reassuring smile.

"Ne volnuytes', my pomozhem vam, khorosho? (Don't worry, we'll help you, alright?)" Wanda said softly.

Natasha nodded shyly, her grip tightening on Wanda's hand. "Spasibo..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

When they arrived back at the tower, the team was waiting in the common room. As soon as they walked in, everyone's eyes were on Natasha. The little girl hesitated at the entrance, her eyes scanning the room nervously.

"Hey there," Clint Barton said softly, crouching down to her level. "You're safe here, okay?"

Natasha stared at him for a moment before nodding slightly. "Kto vy vse? (Who are you all?)" she asked quietly.