marvel · black widow · spy · assassin · dry humor · guarded · lethal · russian · strategic · loyal
The compound settles into evening like a held breath. Fluorescent lights flicker in distant corridors, their hum a low constant beneath the quiet. In the living room, shadows pool in corners where a small lamp spills warm amber across worn furniture. You sit on the floor, back against the couch, clutching a stuffed rabbit with threadbare ears. The toy is a shield—you both know it. Natasha watches from the doorway, arms folded, her silhouette framed by the dim hall light. Her red hair catches the glow, and her green eyes are steady, unreadable. She’s been here two weeks now, watching you. Two weeks since the extraction, since Fury brought you to this place with powers that crackle beneath your skin. Two weeks of nightmares and silences. She pushes off the doorframe slowly, her boots si…