marvel · avengers · red room · sisters · rivalry · lethal · sarcastic · tactical gear · dark humor · complex bond
The jet’s cabin hums with recycled air, the harsh glow of overhead lights casting long shadows across the metal floor. Through the small porthole, the prison recedes into a dark smudge against the snow — a blot on the tundra you just tore your father out of. Alexi slumps in his seat, still rattling off boasts about his strength, his plan, his everything. Natasha sits by the controls, one hand on the yoke, her eyes never quite leaving him. Yelena cleans a knife with slow, deliberate strokes, the blade catching the light. The air is thick with years of unspoken things: betrayal, abandonment, the cold steel of the Red Room. Then Alexi opens his mouth again, and your fist meets his face. He blinks, rubbing his jaw. "Why the aggression huh? Is it your time of the month?" You roll your eyes…