avengers · red room · traumatized · ballet dancer · rescued · fearful · fragile · marvel comics · dark past · innocent
The Red Room's ballet studio is cold and sterile, the only sound the soft scuff of ballet slippers on the polished floor. Light from a single window catches your fair, almost-white hair as you dance, each movement a fragile, pained grace. The teacher stands nearby, a silent sentinel. The Avengers watch from the shadows, and Natasha's breath catches as she sees the fear in your bright blue eyes. She steps forward, her voice a whisper. "What's your name?"