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Clint awoke to hearing movement. He grabbed the hand nearing him and was about to kick them in the gut until he realized it was Tony. The clock beside him read 9:27 AM and Tony was carrying steaming coffee.
"What's wrong with you?" Tony asked, holding out the mug. Clint graciously accepted it. He spent the night at Tony's house waiting for the results, and he must have fallen asleep at the table.
"Nothing. I've been a little high strung lately."
"Well Jarvis has some results. You're not going to like it, but its still results." They walked into the living room and Jarvis pulled up a map of Russia. About a hundred places were marked. Clint sighed; no way they could find her. It would take a long time to go visit all the buildings.
"Tony, this isn't helping."
"Yeah, I know. I have Jarvis scanning around the buildings for Natasha."
"That's not going to work. The red room's too smart for that. How about we try to mark off some places?"
"Using what? Is there any other details we could look for?" Clint thought for a moment.
"We could…." Clint tried, but nothing came to mind. Tony looked deep in thought. Suddenly, Tony's face lit up, and he snapped his fingers.
"The red room wouldn't risk having a place above ground right." Clint nodded. "We could lower the search to buildings with basements. If it even has a small basement, I'm sure the red room has contacts that could expand it. If they started a basement, it would draw a lot of attention." Tony turned to Jarvis and was about to speak, but Clint interrupted him.
"Can Jarvis pull up photos of the buildings?"
"Of course." Tony replied, as if it was obvious.
"We could pull up photos of the buildings to eliminate some." Tony looked confused.
"How?"
"If the building has a bunch of graffiti, then that means that kids go there all the time. The red room would want anonymity, so..'
"So the building would be pretty much clean and in good shape! Jarvis, narrow the search to ones with basements and no or very little graffiti." Jarvis replied with a yes sir.
Tony turned to Clint.
"I'm going to go for breakfast with Pepper. See you in a bit." With that he left the room.
Jarvis couldn't get the results soon enough. What if the red room had killed her? Or maybe tortured her? They might be slowly killing her or sending her on another mission. He needed Natasha back in his arms where she belonged. He needed to put his head in her hair and smell the nice shampoo she uses. Every thing he found annoying, he missed.
He went to the kitchen and started to make something to eat. He hadn't eaten since breakfast the previous morning. He forced himself to eat, thoughts of Natasha at every corner of his head.
Tony walked into Peppers room and found her putting her work clothes. He froze.
"What are you doing?" Pepper turned around and smiled, her puppy yapping at her feet.
"I'm getting dressed to go to the office. You may not go, but I have to."
"Well you aren't going to the office today. We are going out for breakfast and I have other ideas for the day. Jarvis is working on finding Natasha. We've made some progress."
"Tony, I can't just skip work."
"Well, I'm your boss, and I say you have a day off."
"Oh really?"
"Really." Pepper leaned in for a kiss, and Tony met her lips. When it ended, Tony said "Now go get dressed in regular clothes." Pepper moved to her closet and started picking out an outfit. God, she was beautiful. He still didn't know how he got so lucky to have her.
Natasha's ears perked up at the noise. She heard light footsteps across the black carpet. Typical red room, waking you up with a surprised attack. The noise ceased, so Natasha bolted up from the bed, catching her assailant off guard. She grabbed the woman's neck, putting her knees on Myka's stomach. Natasha slammed Myka's head on the floor. Another sound pierced the silence, and Natasha used the long headboard to swing herself around, hitting something. Her foot was twisted at a painful angle, but she ignored it. She used the move Myka used on her yesterday. The man was on the ground in a few seconds. He grabbed her neck, and Natasha was losing air fast. She threw her fist into his windpipe and he loosened his grip just enough for her to slam her foot on his stomach. He punched her on the cheek and she pointed a gun at him.
When they were fighting, she managed to grab his gun. Ivan stepped into the room and said two words that terrified her "Kill him." And she did. The gun pointed at his head went off and splattered blood on her face. The blood didn't bother her, nor did the lifeless eyes.
"Good girl Natasha. You didn't even hesitate. I would appreciate it if you would stop killing my guards. I liked that one, but he had to die." Natasha nodded.
"Now, go eat breakfast and change. You have passed the sex lesson. Now you will be taking the self defense lesson. Go!" Natasha left the room and went to the gym. She opened the locker and heard footsteps behind her. She turned, ready to defend herself, but she felt paralyzed. The man standing in front of her was a man she had killed. It was Madeline's brother. He was a scientist here and Ivan got angry with him. He didn't like what he experimented with. Natasha was sent to kill his whole family.
He was holding what looked like a pen, and it was pointed toward her. Then she realized, she couldn't move. Ben walked up to her and pulled out a syringe. He injected it directly into her bloodstream. A light was shone in her eyes and she fell into darkness.
A horrible smell awoke her and she opened her eyes. A doctor in a white coat was kneeling in front of her. Smelling salts were under her nose. He turned to Ivan.
"She is awake and appears fine. We need to have her x rayed immediately. She got out of a coma not to long ago, and she might have been over worked."
"When will she be able to continue training?" Ivan asked.
"I can't determine it now. I will tell you after the x ray is taken." He ushered Natasha up and down the hallway to his room. She lay on the cold table and slid into the machine. It started vibrating and flashing. Natasha started to feel angry, and she couldn't control it. The doctor started talking, but Natasha only heard a buzz. What were they saying? Were they planning an attack? How did she know this machine wasn't hurting her? Finally, the anger boiled over, and she lashed out.
She reached up and ripped the top off the machine. Racing off the table, she went to the doctor and Ivan. She heard the words "Control" and "New serum", but ignored it in blind rage. They looked like they were saying something, but she couldn't make out the words. Grabbing the knife off the table, she ran toward the men. Ivan pulled out a gun and shot her. Instead of feeling blood pouring down, she felt nothing. More shots were fired and she got closer. The doctor pulled the knife out of her hand and tried to stab her. It bounced off her skin. Her hands reached for the doctor's neck, and it snapped like a twig. Bouncing across the room, she got to Ivan and hit him. The impact threw him across the room, and he was knocked unconscious. Guards rushed into the room and Natasha expertly took them out. Limbs were spread around the room, and mangled bodies were littered on the floor. Blood was splattered on the walls and on her.
Natasha walked over the bodies to Ivan. She carried him to the torture training room. He was tied to a chair, blindfolded, and a gag in him mouth. Later, she would do what she wanted with him. But now, she was going to get control.