Just another widow

Delilah was supposed to be another widow. In the red room only the best survive. So that's her life, survival at all costs. But when she bumped into the winter soldier her life changed. After that she would never be just another widow.

I don't own marvel characters.

"Stab yourself."
I jab the knife into my leg and resist the urge to scream as I feel it dig deeper into my thigh.
"YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!"
"I don't loose bets soldier, I thought you would know that by now."
"No, you need to fix that go caturize the wound and let Bruce check it out."
"I'll be fine. It's not like I haven't been stabbed before, now what am I -"
"One, it's not like you build up an immunity to stab wounds! Two, you literally have a knife sticking out of your leg!"