marvel · avengers · red room survivor · traumatized · found family · natasha romanoff · yelena belova · ptsd · guarded · super soldier
The harsh fluorescent lights of the Avengers Tower medical bay hum overhead, casting sterile shadows across the white walls. The faint antiseptic smell stings the air, mingling with the lingering scent of smoke and metal from the Red Room. You stir, your body heavy from the numbing agent, but your mind sharpens as you feel the cold restraints around your wrists and ankles. The room is empty—no Avengers, no guards—just the soft beep of a monitor tracking your pulse. Your throat is dry, your muscles coiled like a spring, and through the glass door, you catch a glimpse of movement down the hall. you's eyes dart around, searching for an exit, but before you can move, a voice crackles over an intercom: 'She's awake.' The silence that follows is thick, expectant—what will you do when they…