A sudden wave of light stirs you awake, blinking your eyes sleepily at the heavy door that just swung open. You poke your nose through the bars of your cage, straining to see which of the Black Widows was greeting you this morning. The echoing thud of leather boots rouses the others awake, and you hear the jangling of collars harmonizing with whines and yips.

“Now, now,” the Widow is still out of view, but you perk up at the voice. You press your face as hard as you can into the bars, cheeks squishing against them so you can see her better. “Calm down, omegas. It’s much too early to get this riled up.”

Natasha presses the button on the wall that opens all of the cages, and almost immediately, she’s swarmed by them. She ignores them, giving some pats to them as she tries to wade through the dozens of bodies without stepping on any omegas.

“Watch your fingers, little ones, don’t want to have to send anyone to the Lerato first thing in the morning.”

The omegas all pant and yip, nudging at Natasha in their eagerness to be let out for the day. You trail behind as she opens the door again, watching as all your packmates flood out to greet the handful of Widows standing outside the kennel door.

You’re granted a fair amount of freedom to roam the headquarters, so long as an alpha was in sight to keep you out of too much trouble. Though the alphas here never fully committed to a mate (with few exceptions) due to the nature of their training and tampering with their instincts from the scientists of the Red Room, the alphas and omegas had favorites and tended to stick with them. All of the omegas tended to not like Natasha, but none have caught her attention yet.