Red Room

Red Room

Everyone talks about how Tony was tortured in Afghanistan, and Bruce survived his abusive father. Steve was in the ice for seventy years, and Bucky was under the control of Hydra for so long.

And they all always talk about them and how sad their pasts are, how strong they are for surviving that, and they have PTSD because of it.

But for some reason, Natasha’s time in the Red Room is always glossed over.

To me, that is just so weird, because yes-being kidnapped, living with an abusive parent who murdered your mother, and forever trapped somewhere and your life just slips away because of it-that must be painful, awful, and would scar your life forever. But the Red Room…that must’ve been a living hell.

Natasha’s parents died in a fire created by the Red Room when she was just a little girl-probably between the ages of 6, or 8, and then she was kidnapped and taken away to something awful. Her life was ripped away from her before she even had a chance to live it.

She lived in a place where dreams, hopes, and freewill die. Where she was chained to a bed every night with 27 other girls who were also chained to a bed.

Natasha was trained to kill, to lie, to seduce. And that doesn’t come your own choice. She was brainwashed. They implanted false memories into her head so she wouldn’t even have a choice. For years, Natasha believed she was ballerina, learning to dance; the fact that entire time she thought was learning to pirouette, she was actually learning how to slit throats. Two sets of memories, and of them never even happened. The Red Room warped Natasha’s brain.

Seduce. Natasha learned how to seduce men. I’m guessing that was exactly a simple process either. Which means she was probably raped.

If you didn’t already know this; Natasha is enhanced. A less intense version of the super soldier serum; and if you’ve seen “Captain America” you know that the process isn’t exactly a pleasant process. And she most likely didn’t just have it one time, they probably also used other ways to enhance her, like surgery. To take unnecessary things out of her, to improve performance. For example, the appendix; what if it decided to burst in the middle of a mission, that would compromise her. They made Natasha sterile; something of value has no place in her line of work. Steve was given the super soldier serum to become a better soldier, Natasha was enhanced to becoming a killing machine, she was being dehumanized.

The Red Room is not made up of nice people. Natasha trained under them, but not of her own decision. So not only did they brainwash her, enhance her, and raper her; but they beat her, too. If she failed at something, they punished her; The Red Room literally battered Natasha into submission. They trained her to be the best of the best, the best assassin, the best spy, and that means she was ever kidnapped and someone wanted to get information out of her, they would probably use less friendly measures. The Red Room didn’t want that to happen; which means only one thing, training Natasha to have a higher threshold for pain. They physically tortured her, ever since she was just a little girl.

Natasha is the only Black Widow out of 28 girls. One by one, they all died, only leaving her. She killed some of them, snapped their necks, shot them. Others may have died at the hands of the trainers. Until only a few were left, and the Red Room pitted them against each other-like the Hunger Games-until there was only one left standing. Natasha is the only Black Widow out of 28 girls.

The Red Room is one of the most horrifying things in the MCU. And yes-there are many painful pasts that exist; Bruce’s, Tony’s, Steve’s, Bucky’s. But don’t ever forget Natasha’s.

She’s a freaking warrior with one too many scars for surviving it.

if you’re gonna date me you’re dating a girl who’s in love with natasha romanoff, sorry i don’t make the rules

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

Please.

After the premiere: Scarlett Johansson x fem!reader

A/N Is this really what my obsession with Marvel has morphed into? why me?

I'd like to think this is adequate but thats up to you

Don't tease me pls I'm fragile!!!!! thank u!!!

anyway heres this,,

OH WAIT ALSO lets pretend that Scarlett was at the Civil War premiere I dont want to write it in the time of tws because that was ages ago THANK UUUU

y/f/c = your favourite colour (or just a colour that suits you)

word count: 624 (which im realising is far too short for this particular platform)

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You threw your bag to the side as Scarlett pushed you up against the door of your bedroom closet, her hands in your hair as your arms moved to rest on her shoulder. Her jacket had been discarded the moment the two of you entered your apartment, along with both of your shoes.

You giggled as she started leaving small kisses along your jaw, making her way down to your neck.

"Scarlettttt!" you wine, pushing the blonde off of you, only to flop down on the bed, bringing her down with you.

she landed on top of you, immediately attaching her lips back to yours. you felt her lips curve slightly; you could tell she was smiling. You opened your eyes for a moment and watched as her golden locks dangled beside your head.

She deepened the kiss, her tongue brushing over your teeth, and her hands holding herself up on either side of you. In a split second, she found her body flushed against yours. you let out a small 'huff' when her stomach collided with yours, causing her to let out a laugh.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Her continuous giggles caused you to lapse into a laughing fit of your own.

She gave you one last peck before she plopped down beside you, her hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers together.

"I love you," She whispered as you both started at the ceiling. her short blonde hair was spread over the white pillowcase, framing her face perfectly. as she looked over at you, her green orbs almost glowed in the dim light of your bedroom.

"I love you too," You respond, giving her a small smile. she rolled to face you and pulled you closer to her. Her blonde hair now a tangled mess, Spread over the pillows. Yours was still in a loose braid from the premiere you'd both just attended.

Both of you laid on top of your duvet, still sporting your Captain America: Civil War premiere outfits. Your co-star's red dress suited her perfectly, the dress hugging her in all the right places.

Your y/f/c playsuit, as the blonde had put it, "made you look extremely sensible all while looking incredibly hot," A comment which hadn't been forgotten at all throughout the movie.

As you rested your head on Scarlett's chest, she ran her fingertips up and down your bare arm, causing bumps to rise in their wake.

"What do you think Marvel will say when they find out we went home together?" You questioned, your gaze still remaining in the same place.

She tensed a bit, shifting in her place for a second, she tilted your head up to hers, attaching your lips to hers for the umpteenth time that night.

"If they want to be homophobic asshats, let them be homophobic asshats."

Her comment made you smile, snuggling into her chest as she continued to stroke your arm.

"But- But... what does this mean for... us?" Your words, or rather, the spaces between them, made her chuckle. She kissed the top of your head.

"It's almost twelve A.M. We'll talk about it tomorrow, pretty girl."

The pet name she used gave you butterflies. She pulled the comforter from the end of your bed and draped it over your shoulders.

"Scarle-"

"Sleep." She encouraged, her right arm draping over your side.

"Oka-"

"Shhhh..." She teased. You internally rolled your eyes. nevertheless, you closed your eyes, and fell asleep to the sound of Scarlett's breathing.

Still relevant 11 years later. She was already ahead of her time. We stan.

y’all i’m crying i didn’t expect anything from posting one imagine & i just- thank u 🥺🥰