The Black Widow

Making Changes

I tell them they don't have to force me out of the room. That I can walk like a normal person. They all look at me like I have grown another head. I don't care. I want them to think that I am emotionless. It occurs to me that I am probably the only person in the world trying to be a sociopath. It is funny and I can't help cracking a small smile. A few of the guards see my smile and the inch away. 

We walk into a large room. There are bookshelves and guards lining the walls. A large window covers the far wall. It floods the room with light. On one wall there are several monitors. The image is black and white and low quality but I can still see the room I was just in. I was right they were watching me. 

There is a large table with ten chars all around it. One man sits at the head. It is very obvious that he is in charge. He looks somewhat old. No one will look him in the eye. He stares straight at me and I stare back. He raises an eyebrow and I raise mine. Then he cracks a small smile and looks down at some files in front of him. I won the staring contest but I still feel like he learned something from those ten seconds. It bugs me.

I go back to examining the room. Most of them are serious looking men in gray suits. I do recognize a few of them. Sitting to the right is that doctor from the red room. The one that did all of those procedures. I have already decided that I don't like him. On his left is the woman from the red room. She stands out because she is the only woman in the room, she looks slightly uncomfortable but tries not to show it. She is the one who brainwashed me into killing Mariya. I don't just dislike her I hate her. I want to kill her. She looks so much older now it would be easy. 

On the end farthest from the man in charge is the man I have been trying not to look at. It's Ivan. I am not sure how I feel about him. He let them do all of this to me. He didn't even say anything. In fact he was the one that suggested I take the serum the first time. But I know he must have regretted it. I remember him crying on a park bench. He never wanted my life to be like this. He just didn't have any power to change it. He hasn't turned around. Maybe that is regret too. Maybe he doesn't want to look at the monster he helped create. 

Next to him is an empty chair. Of course who else would they sit me next to. I step toward the chair and every guard in the room raises their gun. It amuses me. The fear. They created me. And not only do they not have control over their own creation, they willingly admit it.

"Relax." I say calmly, "I assume this chair is for me. I was just sitting down."

None of them lower the weapons, though a few of them are visibly shaking.
I try to imagine how I would do it if I were to attack them. There are about thirty of them, which is too much for a normal attack. I think I would go on to the table and roll to the end. I am a small target and they would be afraid that they might hit their superiors. I might kill the doctor and the woman, maybe even the leader. Then I would just jump out the window. I would probably remain unharmed throughout the whole ordeal but I just can't bring myself to do it.

The leader chuckles to himself, "The child is right the chair is for her. Stand down."

The guards put their gun down. I walk to the chair and sit down. Ivan grabs my hand underneath the table but I push it away. I am still not sure how I feel about him.

"Natalia Alinovena." I don't like him saying my name. I want to punch him and I hate punching. Punching hurts me just as much as it hurts the other person. I wait for his questions. "Can you explain to me how a child with your... Skill set managed to get kidnapped by only three HYDRA agents."

I don't get a chance to answer the question. Ivan is already answering for me, "Sir! you can't possibly be holding her responsible for her own kidnapping."