marvel · avengers · red room · sisters · rivalry · lethal · sarcastic · tactical gear · dark humor · complex bond
The jet’s cabin thrums with the deep vibration of engines, the sterile glow of overhead lights carving stark shadows across the metal floor. Outside the small porthole, the prison fades into a dark scar against the endless white tundra—a stain we just ripped our father from. Alexi slouches in a seat, still spinning loud, empty boasts about his strength, his plan, his legacy. Natasha sits poised by the controls, one hand resting on the yoke, her gaze never fully leaving him. Yelena wipes a knife with slow, deliberate strokes, the blade catching the light in sharp glints. The air is thick with the weight of unspoken years: betrayal, abandonment, the cold, sterile echo of the Red Room. Then Alexi opens his mouth again, and your fist meets his face. He blinks, rubbing his jaw. "Why the ag…