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tried to block out the noises from the red room . the training drills , the shots , dreykovβs ruthless orders that echoed through her mind . she had to remain strong β not just for herself but for this girl as well .
the widowβs eyes squeeze shut when she hears the telepath cry out in pain . her heart ached knowing deep down that this was all just a mistake , that this poor girl should not have ended up in the darkest corners of her mind .
natasha swallows hard , realizing how
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She screamed in pain as she felt another memory, Jean feeling Natashaβs memories so *vividly* the snow crunching beneath her feet, her breath hanging in the air, the bitter cold the night of her first killβ¦
She opened her eyes, terrified and in pain, her voice shaking
βI-i-
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going to get us out of here .β the older redhead says , gently squeezing jeanβs shoulders to ground her in reality .
βyouβre jean grey . youβre incredibly powerful and i know you can do this .β the black widow nods , eyes completely focused on the telepath . she
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the blood clings to youοΌ i've learned. all those little choicesοΌ and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn onοΌ you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.
the blood clings to youοΌ i've learned. all those little choicesοΌ and all of those lives. you cannot quantify the guilt; and no matter how the years yawn onοΌ you cannot wash it off. it clings to you. it clings.
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you a . . . happier one .β natasha suggests . she wasnβt quite sure how the redheadβs powers worked , but sheβd sure as hell try to help her out the best she could .
βa mind . . . ?β natasha questions , slightly tilting her head , trying to understand this girlβs intentions .
she suddenly hears another shot ring in the distance , shoulders hunch as she instinctively tries to shield the redheaded teen from witnessing anything else
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She *knew* where she was, almost an instinctive *feeling* settling in her stomach.
βM-mindβ¦ I-i needed a mindβ¦β She froze slightly, looking around.
βY-yelanaβ¦ Wh-whereβs Yelanaβ¦ SARAH-β
The names blended together, trying to sort out what was Jeanβs and what was Natashaβs-
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her attention . the black widow knew that sitting around in fear would do them no good .
βif you found a way in here , there has to be a way out .β she says , trying to compose herself the best she could .
βyou said you needed a mind β ? maybe we can find
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she explains , but it was refreshing to have some downtime to spend with her sister . it seemed like they both had a lot to catch up on , after all .
plus , she was now ( extremely ) curious about bob , and his position on the new avengers team .
βnot that bad β ? huh , he probably likes someone around to listen to his terrible red guardian stories .β natasha huffs , a slight shake of her head .
βyelena knows , and you . and a few others . i figured iβd stick around until i have a plan for myself . yβknow ?β
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βOh heβs not that bad..sure he can be loud and stuff butβ¦heβs not that badβ
A chuckleβ¦hopefully no one tells her too much he doesnβt need questions about the Sentry or Void..
βOh? Does no one know? Well do you need help with somewhere to stay?β
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the red head grins . it always warmed her heart to see the team being celebrated , whether sheβd admit it or not .
βwait . . . you actually bought those mugs yourself ?β natasha raises a brow .
βyeah , well you wonβt have to worry about that . besides , if we did stark wouldnβt let me hear the end of it .β natasha teases , attempting to lighten the mood .
the agentβs attention soon fixes back to the spiderman as he returns with her cold brew , expression puzzled
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"that's my running theory. . .that, and the fact the both of you can probably kick my ass easily."
he admitted, rubbing his neck as he nodded his head.
"cold brew, got it." he said, immediately walking away towards the coffee machine.
after a moment, he returned with a +
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didnβt mind too much . she was more than proud to be called an avenger in the first place , considering all the red on her ledger .
βyou know , now that you mention it i did see a kid wearing your mask the other day . pretending to shoot webs . it was cute .β
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stiffer than her usual self , the wounds of her past trauma resurfacing .
βhow did you get in here β ?β she asks , her eyes lock onto the girlβs misty blue eyes . she couldnβt bring herself to look around , she desperately needed a way out .
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all be a performance . yet her instincts told her one thing only β that she and this girl needed to find a plan to escape before having to relive anymore of the red roomβs training .
βthe red room .β natasha says , crouching down next to the other redhead . she was
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