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16 , the red room

"Look finding and killing Draykov is not a fantasy, its unfinished business." Natasha stated when Melina hesitated to reply.

"You can't defeat a man who commands the very will of others. You never saw the culmination of what we started in America." Melina started, but I held my hand up as soon as she made a move to stand up, causing the woman to look at me in confusion.

"Uh, actually I have. Quite a few times. And I would rather you not try torture a pig to prove a point, alright? I know how all of this goes, I've seen you two take on the red room, and win. You only have an advantage this time, so please. Just... call them in. I know that plan of action works, so lets stick to it." The woman stared at me for a few seconds before sighing and sitting back down in her chair, nodding.

"Very well. Natasha, if you trust this girl enough to go along with her word... I will call in the red room to take us there." A few minutes later, once Natasha and Melina were finished with their whole face swapping thing, the older woman alerted the red room, letting us know that they would be here within a few minutes. Melina had also given Natasha a makeshift device of some kind to stuff up her nose which would apparently do the job of 'severing the nerve' so she could attack Draykov whenever necessary. I had felt suffocated just at the thought of putting something like that up my nose, but Natasha assured me that it wasn't hard to breath with it in or anything. There was nothing else left to do till then, and so the three of us moved back to the table, waiting around in an awkward silence only broken by the occasional pig from outside, until bright lights filled the farmland outside. 'Melina' who wasn't Melina stood up, having already turned to 'Natasha' and I with an apologetic look on her face. "This is going to hurt a bit." The next thing I knew, it felt like I was being electrocuted, and then the rest was just very painful darkness.

The next thing I knew, I was being woken up by blinding light above my head, and I opened my eyes to see white all around. Once I managed to gather my surroundings, I realised I was indeed in one of the red room holding cells. Melina would probably be in one of the adjoining ones, and sure enough, I got a response as soon as I called out to check if she was there. I heard something slide open outside my vision, and just as I was getting off of the bed I had been thrown onto, the glass door to my cell was opened, Melina standing outside within seconds. "Alright, stay behind me and keep your head down. We're going to cold storage to try find some of the antidote, then we expose the Widow's to that. Lets go."

The next fifteen minutes or so consisted of me following Melina around the red room like a lost puppy, the woman occasionally taking someone out with Natasha's iconic legs around the neck and snap move as we moved. Before I knew it, we were outside of what Melina said was the cold storage and she was pressing her hand to some sensor kind of thing. We snuck into the room, moving as quickly as we could without making a sound as we approached the cold storage freezers. Next second we were both attaching vials of the red liquid to the belts on our suits and exiting the area—as I had been given a black widow catsuit to merge in better here to my great plesure.

To my relief, there were no alarms that went off as Melina and I made our way to where all the computer stuff and controls were, and she managed to start the red room's decent with no issues. I sighed, letting go of the breath I didn't know I'd been holding. "Okay... okay, great. Ask Natasha for a status report and then we can start making our way to Draykov's office to finish off this plan." I said, and the woman nodded, reaching up to her earpiece and muttering something into it.

A smile crossed Melina's face a second later as she turned to me. "She'd done it. She has the key to the console and Draykov... he's dead." I grinned, letting myself take a second to actually understand what we had accomplished before straightening my shoulders and starting to follow Melina out of the room. Within a few minutes we had reached Draykov's office, thankfully not running into anyone else during our walk there, and found Natasha leaning against the table, staring at the screen before her. I tried not to focus on the dead body lying in the middle of the room and instead on the hundreds of faces on the screen, but it was hard to ignore Draykov's bleeding out body. He hurt every single one of those girls, he's haunted Natasha, he made his own daughter into a weapon, he deserved it.