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Magic words. There are always magic words, trigger words, specific words, that drive her to action. Usually they consist of the world being in trouble, but no matter how far she’s come, her Red Room words lock her into the mind set to kill.
It happens while she’s on mission with Steve, Maria, and Sam. The words are whispered over comms and then all hell breaks loose. Somewhere, the whisperer is being subdued but the damage is already done. She’s winged Sam’s flight suit and taken out Steve’s knee, buying her time.
Because her programming knows what Maria is. A weakness. Something for children. Trust and love have no place or value with her skill set. Her fingers are around the other woman’s throat to make sure the job gets done right.
Can Maria fight her off? There’s shock and understanding in her eyes while she struggles with Nat’s fingers. Natasha hopes she wins.