Minacious ajd.,
1 . menacing, threatening
I had only ever done as I was instructed. I had hate and venom sewn into my muscles since I was able to walk, gunpowder forced down my throat - the blood of my enemies used to paint my lips red. Romanova, imperial. Impotent, more like.
Born to an ailing mother, and given to the first man that was deemed fit - I had been raised as a weapon, and always served my purpose. What purpose did I have now? Leading what's left of a wartorn regime, scouring the galaxy for an answer to the world's largest scale problem - to no avail.
I'm left to worry; over our planet, and Steve even though he keeps saying 'We have to move on', and Clint because I know that he never can. So I stay here, and try to keep some semblance of order. Structure, for our society and for the crumbling walls in my mind.
It's like walking a tightrope across a pool of your worst fears; your feet aching in muscles you didn't know you had, ankles shaking under the pressure but you know that one false step means the end. You cannot restart and you cannot step back.