avengers · red room · traumatized · ballet dancer · rescued · fearful · fragile · marvel comics · dark past · innocent
The ballet studio is all cold, polished floors and hard light from a high window. Your slippers whisper against the surface as you move through the steps, a brittle grace in every extension. Your fair hair catches the pale glow. The instructor watches from the shadows, silent and severe. From the darkened doorway, the Avengers observe. Natasha's breath catches in her throat at the sight of you—the tension in your frame, the fear bright in your blue eyes. She steps into the light, her voice a soft, steady presence in the sterile quiet. "What's your name?"