Red Room

month

Over the course of a month the winter solider had worked the girls to the bone. 

Katya had lost five pounds of body fat and gained the same amount in muscle. Natalia improved greatly as well, but for some reason she seemed distracted. 

The other girls were of no concern the Katya. She didn't care about them and neither did they about her. 

The term; every man for himself, came to mind. 

Graduation day was rapidly approaching and once each of them had left the room they would be enemies. Each of them would be working for different people of varying power. Each of the girls holding the title of a black widow. 

Once they left the room there would be no one they could trust other than themselves. Not even Madame B was to be trusted once they stepped foot out of the bunker. 

Every night their daily injection was increased. Each girl would wake in the morning with only the knowledge necessary when being a mercenary. 

The rest was just a blur. 

Most of the girls fought to remember. 

But Katya did not. She didn't have anything anymore that she wanted to remember, and if she did she didn't know what it would be anymore. 

As a mercenary there was no room to think about yourself or others. The assignment was the only thing that the girls were allowed to think about.

And the winter solider was training them for exactly that. He pitted the girls who were the closest against each other. 

Manipulating them to the point where they actually went out of their way to avoid each other in fear of betrayal. 

Katya had no trouble forgetting about her only friend. Besides it seemed like she was already to distracted to pay attention to her raven haired friend anyways. 

Instead Katya focused on herself. On her training and on bringing honor to the soviet union. She was merely a tool. There was no time to focus on such petty things such as feelings like Natalia was choosing to do. 

With dark rings around his eyes the winter solider observed his quite student. Her dark hair brushing her shoulder blades gently as she leaned against the wall. She watched the other black widows with half lidded eyes, her lips tugged down in a small frown. 

It was obvious she was not impressed but at the same time it looked like she didn't think she was above them. She observed them with a sort of respect but it appeared that she couldn't bring herself to interact with them anymore. 

His training had worked. 

Out of all the girls before him only one of them was ready to graduate. If she wanted to she could graduate today. 

And that girl was Katya.