A/N: This is jut something that popped into my head so I wrote it. I feel like it sucks but I just wanted to post it. I will get to my Romanogers fic eventually. I've been sick for a month and I go back to campus soon... so I'll be busy. I just have to find my muse for it. *Goes and looks in the trash can, becuase Romanogers trash.*
When one sees a spider, they are either terrified or it or grab something to kill it with. Natasha Romanoff did neither. She simply watched as the arachnid slowly made its way towards the sugar bowl. Her mug of coffee half way between the breakfast bar and her lips, a memory flashed in her mind, a memory that she had not remembered in ages.
~It was one of the many test that they endured in the Red Room. One of the many test to see who had progressed in not being susceptible to poisons and toxins. One of them being a bite from a black widow spider.
They had designed a room specifically for this purpose, the floor was covered with webs all which were made my female widows and the majority of them had babies in them. This test was done with those specifications because female black widows bite is usually more toxic than males and they only bite if their nest is disturbed and or if their eggs are disturbed.
The girls could only take three steps into the room before they were surrounded by spider webs.
Each and every day they would pick the next group of six girls and test them. One buy one they would walk in and come back out an hour later. Their arms, legs, neck and sometimes their face would have two tiny red dots and there would often be swelling.
After that they would be taken to the training room and each girl would soar against another. The doctor would observe them from the second floor ledge. The task was simple. Eliminate the weak ones. The ones that were too nauseous or had too many muscle cramps to continue. The ones that let their fear get to them, resulting in their blood pressure sky rocketing.
The weak ones wouldn't be treated. Simply removed from the training room either limp from being shot. The ones that remained would be given morphine for the pain and sent back to do the rest of their daily scheduled work. As the number of girls shrunk, the morphine would stop and they would have to deal with the pain on their own.
By the time the test was over, the girls that remained would only have minimal swelling to the affected area and would show no other symptoms. ~
"There's a spider." Natasha's voice sounded far off as she pulled herself from the memory.
"Kill it." Stark replied as he grabbed a box of left over Chinese from the fridge.
"It's your kitchen. You do it." With that, the spy took a sip of her coffee, got off the stool she had been sitting on and made her way to her floor.