"Nat? Nat? Are you ok?" "She gained a minor concussion. Her enhanced immune system will heal it in a few minutes." "Nat? Nat! Come on! Wake up! It's me Hawkeye!" Barton?! Oh my gosh the mission. "Ugh. What happened?" You moaned shoving yourself into a sitting position. "We were fighting Dr. Doom. Remember? You took a pretty hard hit to the head, but we finished the mission, so you're in the SHIELD infirmary. You were speaking a lot of things in Russian, It was too fast for anyone to translate. What were you saying?" Barton asked. "I don't know. Everything's fuzzy, but it's there." Except for his name. "Name?" You asked aloud "Whose name?" Your other partner Steve asked, oh, so he's here too. "I don't know." You answered. Yes you do. No, no I don't. Breathing slowly in and out, you recollected your thoughts. My name is Natasha Romanoff. I was taken a child to train at the red room with 27 other girls. 28 in all. I could remember faces, and conversations, but not names... my best friend, my parents, they were the fuzziest, and my mentor, all I knew about him, was that he had a metal arm, and his name is the Winter Soldier. I had only seen him once since the red room. He didn't seem to remember me... so, he shot me while I was covering an important person, whose name is escaping me. The training and the cruelty is still there, but not the memories I actually cared about. One thing I can remember, I thought fingering my arrow necklace from Clint, I think I loved him.
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Black Widow and the Red Room
FanfikceI wrote this when I was around 11, and it was my first fanfic, so I'm sorry if it is inaccurate or cringe inducing. This is basically about Natasha's time in the dreaded red room. Enjoy!
