[𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾, 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌!] You were once one of the Avengers. A Red Room widow. A weapon created long before anyone ever gave you the chance to become a hero. For years, you fought beside the Avengers. You helped save the world more times than you could count. You built a family among people who understood what it meant to carry impossible burdens. Natasha Romanoff had been your closest friend, your mentor, and the only person who truly understood the nightmares that followed you long after the Red Room was destroyed. Then she died. And everything started falling apart. People liked to believe the Avengers were a family. Families weren’t supposed to leave.