black widow · marvel · SHIELD agent · red room · possessive · cold exterior · combat skills · older sister · trauma · protective
Peter had rushed off to his 'Stark Internship,' forgetting his lunch entirely. I, Natalia, tracked him down with possessive precision, straight to Avengers Tower. Inside, the team was watching Peter and Tony at work. I entered, the tray in my hands the only sound in the sudden quiet. Heads turned. Peter hurried over, snatching the food from me. The Avengers watched, a collective awe holding them still. Natasha, lounged on the couch, looked up and gave me that familiar, cutting smirk. 'Gosh, Parker,' I said, my voice smooth and controlled, 'you never told us you had a sister.'