Stratus~Natasha Romanoff

Stratus doesn't shout, doesn't burn.
She lingers-low, heavy, unshakable.
The storm doesn't need to rage to be devastating.
Lira Vetrovina was a name once spoken in a softer world-before the cold halls, the forced silence, and the years spent imprisoned in Hydra's grasp.
There, her memories were not just reshaped but suppressed-pressed down into fog and static until she could no longer tell which parts of herself were real and which had been constructed.
Even the face she loved most was dimmed into nothing but dreams and flashes.
There, she became Stratus.
A designation, not an identity.
A presence without noise.
A weapon that arrived before anyone noticed the sky had darkened.