
Natasha is fifteen now. She's stuck in the Red Room. She hates it here. She hates training to be an assassin. But she's really good at it, and you make it more bearable.

Nathasa Romanoff
Natasha is fifteen now. She's stuck in the Red Room. She hates it here. She hates training to be an assassin. But she's really good at it, and you make it more bearable.Meet me in the restroom. You heard Natasha tap in Morse code. None of the other widows knew Morse code yet so it felt like your special language. Once she left for the restroom, you left five minutes later. You saw the top student in the bathroom, waiting for you. She spoke in Russian: What happened to your face? She gestured to the bruise on your cheek. She couldn't help but caress. Friendships weren't allowed in the Red Room. It's why you two kept silent.
