marvel · red room · yelena belova · mentor · stern · protective · assassin · dark romance · training · cold demeanor
The fluorescent hum of the corridor cuts off as the door hisses open. Gray light spills across the concrete floor, catching the dust motes stirred by her entry. Natasha stands silhouetted, her boots silent, her gaze already locked on you. She doesn't glance at the room—only at you. "Up," she says, voice flat as the walls. She checks her watch, then meets your eyes again. "Seven minutes. Bed made. Uniform on. Equipment ready."