Savior (marvel + y/n)

001

Y/n's pov
I wake up in my room, it's six am. The sun is shining and the grass is green. The blue sky is partly cloudy and warm.

"That's what I see." I say, preparing myself to go to the final training of my unit.

"Good job, you may proceed to the final test." Said one of those strange people that the others, including me, must refer to as 'higher ups'.

Each day, I woke up in a cold cell at six am. In the cell I had the bare minimum, a bunk bed with sad excuses for mattresses, a thin blanked, a rock hard pillow, her morning and daytime clothes, and a small bathroom. It was always cold. I only had one window and it was only as tall as my palm and for oxygen flow only. The ground was a dark grey and mostly dirt and stone slabs, while the walls were pure concrete and somehow colder than the floors. If you weren't dressed and ready for the day by six thirty am, you were 'punished'.

The final part of our training was to fight in a finale battle. Only about six contestants survived to advance to the finals, I was one of them. Each of us girls knew what would happen, but it still hurts to think about it. As I stepped into the small arena, my y/h/c was up in a pony tale, all sorts of weapons from knives to a single gun with one bullet was sprawled out on a sing table that was bolted to the ground.

Everyone stood on their part of the cramped arena, each ready to fight. All the other girls there charged up their powers, ready to test them out. However, I knew that I could single handedly defeat all of them with just one dagger. But I wouldn't. No. I couldn't, no matter how many times I was forced to kill, I will always hate it. The gut wrenching feeling of being forced to murder a probably innocent kid at a command made me sick to my stomach with regret, but I had no choice. I'm this place, it's either kill or get killed.

As the match started everyone but me, the only 15 year old of the group, ran towards the table. All the other girls were 18 or just a few months younger. I really felt out of place. Each girl started to fight one another except for me, if I was lucky they would kill themselves first, but lucky isn't really my thing. All of a sudden a girl lunged at me, a sharp dagger in hand. The cold metal cut through the air with ease as the girl was inches from my body. Then a sharp pain was signaled through my whole body.

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Natasha's pov
I sighed as I walked out into the quinjet. It was going to be a long trip back to Russia. I would probably be the most triggered by it, but that was beside the point.

For the last year and ever since we've gotten back together, us avengers have been tracking down Red Room and HYDRA facilities to see if we could find a way to stop or at least free those who were trapped by them. We have been finding and attempting to rehabilitate some of the rouge people that we would find, all of them would eventually go missing or leave without telling anyone right when they were on the brink of being back to 'normal'. Or whatever the best we could get them was.

After a quick interrogation of most likely 19 year old agent, we were able to track down one of the many facilities, which just so happened to be my old one... I knew it would be hard but if I got to put Ivan and his god damn facilities into the ground, I would at least feel some sort of joy. The plane ride is as silent as it could be. That was until Tony speaks up.

"Okay, do we all remember the plan? We get in there, get everybody out, blow it up, and leave. Got it?" He said with a stern look.

Everyone nods or just says something that is along the lines of yes. It was simple, easy even. Kick some ass, get some hostages, free some people, get out of there. Easy as that, but something felt off. I know that since I've been gone, they have broadened their variety of ways to hurt you and train you, but it was probably nothing.