AN: Thank you so much for over 400 reads! Shoutout to Academygirl568 for commenting on each chapter I post, and for giving me an idea for how I wanted to write this one! Just so you know, B.C. stands for "Before Clint". 😂 I love you all!! ❤️❤️~Romanoff
Natasha's POV
After my talk with Clint, I walked over to my SHIELD issued room. As I opened the door, I realized how long it had been since I'd come here. The last time I had set foot in this room, it was to pack my bags, and move into Avengers Tower. The grey walls, and white and black furniture, definitely brought back memories.
Like when I had been cleared to stay in a room instead of a cell, when Clint brought me in. Or when I had woken each night after a horrible nightmare, and Clint would come in, and reassure me I was safe.
Clint
The only thing on my mind lately. It must've been since he was currently trying to befriend a Red Room assassin. I just kept worrying about what she could do to him. He had a family that he needed to stay alive for, and I doubt Laura would approve of him doing this.
I pushed these thoughts away, and headed to the bland bathroom.
I changed into a black tank top, and grey leggings, so I could go to the gym.
As I walked through the halls, all of the junior agents found their shoes rather interesting, and I paced through the halls trying to not draw anymore attention.
I opened the door, and immediately stepped over to the punching bag.
As my fists collided with the smooth leather, I imagined the last time I had seen Valeriya...
I walked through the halls of the compound, drawing many uncomfortable stares from the younger recruits. Ivan had told me to go and observe the younger girl's training. I wasn't extremely excited, as I opened the door to the gym. They all stopped what they were doing, and stared at me mouths agape.
"Что ты смотришь на !? Просто потому, что Черная Вдова прогулки не означает, что вы можете просто остановиться! Перейти на Продолжить!" (What are you staring at!? Just because the Black Widow walks in, doesn't mean you can stop! Go on! Continue!!)
They all jumped at my tone and ran back to what they were doing. All of their attacks were sloppy, except one. A small pale girl, probably around 6, with dark brown hair. Her eyes were a beautiful bluish brown, and she had a peculiar pure white streak in her hair. She moved with grace, slicing at the dummy with her small dagger.
I watched her for a while, every so often, walking by the others, until it was time for me to go a mission briefing.
3 years ahead in flashback. 1 year B.C.
I strolled through the halls, walking to the ballet studios, to watch some of the youngsters. I had sprained my knee on my latest mission, and Ivan had told me to rest it for a day or two.
I opened the glass door, hearing a familiar classical beat. The girls were at the barre, as the instructor walked around, pinpointing every imperfection she could find.
"Straighter назад Аня!"(Straighter back Anya!) I hear as I go to sit against the wall. "Хорошо, теперь сделать две tendus и один dégagé ванной Круа. После двух Уходит четырем пунктам, и двух пируэтов ванной dehors, то собственными поле подачи. Если я вижу, один серпы ногу, или превращены в ногу, я пошлю тебя к Master Петрович." (Okay, now do two tendus and one dégagé en croix. Following with two retirés four counts, and two pirouettes en dehors, then en dedans. If I see a single sickled foot, or turned in leg, I will send you to Master Petrovitch.) she said sternly.
As my eyes glanced around the studio, I spotted the brown haired girl. I was surprised at how much she had grown, since I hadn't seen her around the compound in years. She was the only girl who didn't seem fazed or nervous from the instructor's harsh words. She executed everything perfectly, without one bobble.
"Очень хорошо Валерия. Я вижу, что вы стать отличным кандидатом на звание" Кобра "." ("Very good Valeriya. I can see you becoming a great candidate for the title of "The Cobra".") she said.
Valeriya. So that was her name. I had heard Master Petrovitch whispering to the doctors and trainers about a girl named Valeriya's great progress. He definitely prided himself in her skills.
She definitely looked like she had the frame of am agile assassin, considering she was the shortest and skinniest of them all.
2 months later in flashback. 10 months B.C.
As I walked through the halls, I turned swiftly around to a small voice behind me. It was the girl; Valeriya.
"Привет г-жа Романова." ("Hello Ms. Romanova." ) she said. "Мне было просто интересно, если вы могли бы, возможно, помочь мне с тренировки некоторое время. Я хочу быть похожим на вас. Ты мой кумир." ("I was just wondering if you could maybe help me with training some time. I want to be just like you. You're my idol.")
"Я тренировался убийца." ("I'm a trained assassin.") I hissed,
"Я не трачу свое время подготовки молодых незрелых детей." (I don't spend my time training immature children)
I then walked away, briskly.
"Я стану лучше, чем вы Черная вдова! Как они говорят, змея ест паука!" ("I will become better than you Black Widow! Like they say, the snake eats the spider!") she shouted in pure rage.
Back in the present
I knocked the bag right off it's chain, out of pure anger at what I had said to her. She had every right to hate me. I hurt her mentally, and now she was going to get back at me anyway she could. I prayed Cling would be able to talk some sense into her, for all of our sakes.
AN: I really hope you guys liked a little bit of an insight into Natasha and Valeriya's relationship in the Red Room! I definitely thought it would be better than what I had been thinking of! Don't worry though if you didn't like this, Valeriya will return next chapter! ❤️❤️~Romanoff
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