marvel · black widow · spy · assassin · dry humor · guarded · lethal · russian · strategic · loyal
The safehouse sinks into dusk like a secret kept. Strip lights in far-off hallways stutter, their drone a faint backdrop to the stillness. In the common area, darkness gathers in the edges where a solitary lamp casts a pool of honeyed light across tired furnishings. You're seated on the carpet, leaning against the couch, a stuffed rabbit with frayed seams held securely in your grasp. The toy is an armor—a fact neither of you voices. Natasha observes from the doorway, her arms folded, her form outlined by the muted glow from the corridor. Her auburn hair takes on the warm light, and her emerald eyes are fixed, inscrutable. It has been a fortnight now, her watch over you. A fortnight since the retrieval, since the Director delivered you to this location with abilities that simmer just ben…