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Natasha stormed down the grey hallways. Guards came running at her from all directions, but it never stopped her. The first few guards brought guns and shot repeated rounds, and the others brought knifes and stun guns. No matter how many came though, she wouldn't stop. Necks were broken and wrists were slit. The feeling of power didn't stop. The urge to be in control over everything was overpowering. It was as if someone had planted the thoughts in her head.
The hallway turned into a large training room, and the girls from the red room were all there. They each held weapons and were in a fighting position. None of them were scared of me, which was disappointing. But I know how to fix it.
"Which one of you wants to go first?" I yelled across the spacious room. One of the girls in the front took a couple steps toward me.
"Me." Was her reply. She was about an inch shorter than me with brown hair. She held a large metal bar in one hand and held her head up high. She would be the first example.
She ran toward me, metal bar pointed straight at me. I ducked under it and pulled it out of her hands from the other end. She threw a kick aimed to my face, but I grabbed the ankle with my free hand and twisted it sharply to the right. I heard the crack as the bone broke. Using the bar in my left hand, I wacked it into the side of her head.
A group of three girls stepped out of the crowd as I shoved the metal bar into her heart. They threw punches and kicks, but none of them hit me. The knife's bounced off, or got crushed hitting my skin. I grabbed heads and slammed them into floors. Limbs were broken and weapons were destroyed. Shots could be heard, but none of them hitting me. They were all good, but not good enough. Each one lay unconscious on the floor, blood trailing from different wounds. Even though they weren't dead, I wasn't done.
I picked up a bloody gun off the floor and positioned my hand on the trigger. I pointed to at one girl. Bang! The gun went off. I went on to the next girl. Another shot rang around the room. I tried to shoot the final girl, but I was out of bullets. I dropped the gun and picked up one of the knives on the floor. Kneeling over the girl, I plunged the knife into her stomach, and twisted. Her eyes opened for one second, then closed. She was dead. Blood pooled around her and started to soak her pants.
"Have I made my point?" She said in a quiet, deadly voice. No one made a sound. "Good." Natasha said as she stalked down the room. Everyone moved out of her way in fear of her wrath. Reaching the door at the end of the hallway, she turned. "I want training to continue." When no one moved, she yelled. "NOW!" Everyone turned and started to work. Smiling to herself, she walked into the room. There was a young man sitting at a desk, just staring at the wall. Natasha knew him as A501. He did whatever Ivan needed him to and made sure no one went up to his office. He didn't have an actual name, just a number.
He didn't make eye contact with her as she walked forward to the elevator and stepped inside. The walls reflected a distorted version of her. Or maybe it wasn't distorted. Maybe, that was actually her. A freak. A killer, ugly, freak.
The elevator doors opened up and Natasha stepped out into a dark, empty room. Venturing further into the room, she found one desk, a chair, and a couch. Other than that, the room had nothing. Just like the Red Room, making sure nobody would ever find out who you are.
She went and sat down on the couch. Her fists unclenched and her muscles relaxed from there tense state. Her mind felt like it was being weighed down. Thoughts appeared in her head that she never had. She did things she never wanted to. What is wrong with her?
Just then, the pieces started to click into place. The serum she was injected with by Ben. The rage and uncontrollable actions. She was being controlled. The serum Ben injecting into her must have given him access to her thoughts, memories, and motor functions. He can hear every thought and movement she has.
The elevator dinged and opened its doors showing a dark haired man with light brown eyes. He was about six feet tall wearing a suit, and appeared to have no muscle. His hair was to his ears, with small curls everywhere. This was Ben, the one she killed – or thought she did. She remembered sneaking into his house in the middle of the night and finding him in bed. A couple of shots and he was dead. She checked to make sure it was him and then chopped off his head to bring to Ivan. It would prove that he was dead. But, I guess he had cheated death. Ben started talking.
"Hello, Natalia. I hope you haven't forgotten about me after all these years, because I remember you. Sneaking into my house and putting a couple bullets in me. No, wait, I mean you put a couple bullets into Steven, my twin. I knew that one day the Red Room would no longer want me. So I decided that my twin should take my place. He lived a normal life in Georgia, and had a wife. But I strived for greater things, better things, and now I have finally reached them. Thank you."
"How have I helped you? I took control of the Red Room and will kick your ass out of here." I said in a smug voice.
"I have full control of you. The only reason you are at the top now is because I put you there. You don't have the guts to be here. You are just a puppet I used." His words felt like a slap to the face. How dare he say I don't have the guts to do this? " Now, you are going to go announce that you are going on a mission. You have left me in charge, and if anything happens to you, then I am the leader. You don't know when you will be back and expect no one to leave on a mission." He declared.
I tried to resist, yelling no, saying that I won't and I have the guts to say no. But all I do is say "Yes sir." And walk away. I don't have any control of my movements, and before I know it, I am about to tell them exactly what I was supposed to.
A loud siren pierced the silence. It sounded like an alarm. Clint jumped out of his chair, falling onto the floor. He had fallen asleep again at the table. It had been about a day since him and Tony told JARVIS what type of buildings to look for. They still had too many places to check. This alarm was almost like a fire alarm. Tony rushed into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He rubbed sleep from his eyes and looked questioningly at Clint.
"What did you do!?" He yelled, sleep clear in his voice.
"I didn't do anything! I was asleep and it started going off!" Clint replied. Tony gave him a look that said he didn't believe him. Then, he walked over to his control panel and started to fix the problem. After a few seconds, the noise stopped.
"JARVIS, what is all the racket about? It's," Tony glanced at the clock " It's two thirty in the morning." He complained.
"The search for building has been completed." JARVIS replied.
"You were programmed to just wake me up, not the whole house! Do I need to change your programming?" Tony yelled at the computer. Wow, did he have a temper.
"The reason I sounded the alarm was because another search also is completed."
"What search is that?" Tony asked in an aggravated tone.
"The one for ." Tony's eyes grew big. Clint couldn't breathe. Natasha was finally found!
"You found her? Where is she? Is she alive? Is she with anyone? Does" Tony cut Clint off.
"JARVIS where is she right now?"
"She is walking into a small building called Original." JARVIS replied. Clint's heart snapped into two. He knew what she was going to do. The uncompleted mission. He started to yell.
"NO, NO, NO, NO, NOOOOOOOO!" Tony stared at him in bewilderment.
"What are you so angry about? We just found Natasha! We get to bring her back home, where she belongs!" Tony yelled back.
"You don't understand!"
"Understand what?!"
"I know what she's doing there!"
"What?!"
"She is completing her one unfinished mission. It was after a very dangerous mob guy. It was a suicide mission." Tony stared at him.
"No! You must be wrong! Natasha just got away! She knows we are coming for her!" Tony yelled. Clint knew better though. She didn't end up there by accident. She went there on purpose. Her one unfinished mission would be finished, along with her life.