Author's Note: Very short chapter, also really badly written (apologies...) but thought it was time and it's now or never.

It was quiet save for the constant hum of electric around her. Or coming from her. Whispers of the wind brushing against her. The darkness around her.

"Hello?"

"Is anyone out there? Hello?"

Her ears pricked at the sound of wind against her ear, a voice so quiet only to her. "Christiane." "Don't leave me." "Help!"

"What the hell?" She turned around, looking for the voice.

The voices started coming together, getting louder.

Her feet tried to stay strong as she stumbled backwards through the barren whiteness, fog engulfing around her. The air felt like ice, pricking at her skin, sinking deep into her bones with each breath she took stinging. She could hear a high pitched echo from the distance as she turned on her heels, trying to find the sound again.

Her heart started to race as she felt her feet catch up, each stride of a walk turning into a full sprint as she started down into oblivion.

The ringing was behind her, overwhelming as it stung her ears until it filled the void, each and every space until she forced herself to stop, taking in the chaos around her, soaking it in with a deep breath. She closed her eyes, feeling the pulse of electricity flowing from her heart to her fingertips until her eyes opened, "Enough!", a wave of blue blasting from her hands.

Almost suddenly like the energy that came from her came a wave of darkness as she felt herself surrounded in it. Empty, and nothing.

2013

Natasha and Clint looked both sides, before taking a step to cross the street in a quiet area just outside Prague. Their footsteps were almost silent against the cobblestone, except for the slight crunch of ice against her boots.

They had been hunting down Red Room cells on an incognito mission sent by Fury throughout Europe.

As they opened up the trapdoor down into the underground tunnels, they lowered themselves down into the darkness. Natasha switched on her flashlight as she walked, Clint following behind, looking for the door they had found in the notebook amongst the cell they had raided in Bulgaria earlier.

Natasha undid the bobby pin from her bun, quickly managing to open the metal door before leading to another series of networks deeper underground. They kept walking until they found another door at the end of the tunnel, in a deep dark red. Clint took the keys from his pocket, courtesy of a man he hunted down in Latvia who had worked for the Red Room test bases formed from Hydra kidnaps.

The keys went into the slot, as the locks gave way, clanking against the metal. Clint went inside first, looking around as he eyes adjusted to the darkness, his hands going to a light switch.

It looked like a lab, files strewn on a desk with a set of books on one bookshelf. Natasha busied herself exploring deeper until she found another red door, quickly pulling open the lock.

Her heart felt it had suddenly stopped as she looked amongst the quiet hum of a generator, an icy wind prickling her.

"Clint?"

"What is it?" He shouted from down the hall.

"You'll want to come see this."
She heard his footsteps job over to stand beside her.

"It can't be," his voice rasped as the two of them looked to a chamber, "Christiane Bougourd."