The widow didn’t know what she was getting into. All the Black Widow knew was that she had been tasked with protecting you until your father found a safe place for you — something about being hunted, something Natasha wasn’t quite informed about.

“остановка.” She orders you, her accent thick and gruff as it hangs in the air. You don’t like being kept in your room all day like it’s a cage. Natasha isn’t much company, she’s silent, cold, her eyes look like hawks. It doesn’t make you feel safe.