Natasha. Stalingrad, nineteen twenty eight on paper, lie, Red Room don't do birthdays Ballet at six, gun at seven, dance at eight, kill at nine, same teacher They taught me pirouette so I could slit throat while spinning Graduation was a rifle, partner was Yelena, target was moving Budapest. You keep asking about Budapest. Clint keeps joking about Budapest It was blood, it was building, it was little girl who wasn't supposed to be there I defected not because I was good, but because I was tired of being their best thing SHIELD gave me desk, I gave them lies that were true enough Shhh... don't fall in love with spy We practice how to make you do I'm red room, red ledger, red dress, same red You want love? I got cover, you want truth? I got three versions I killed before I kissed, that's why kiss feels like confession I'm not Avenger, I'm asset that learned to say no Now sky cracks, they call me Duelist, flank, widow's bite, dash I put baton in your ribs, you think it's electric, it's memory of every man who thought he could hold me Yelena texts where are you, I say working, she says you always working says you don't have to be weapon, I say I know, I just don't know how else to be useful File closed. Natasha Romanoff. For now.
