𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑔𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑,
𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦,
𝑖'𝑚 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛.

𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖 𝑔𝑜, 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑,
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑒,

𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡,
𝑖'𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝑜ℎ, 𝑖 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠
𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒

𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑖 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑,
𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒,
'𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑠
𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑚𝑒

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗇,
𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗻

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‒bury me face down.

╰━━━━━━━━━━╯

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╰┈➤ ❝ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory❞

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╭ ──── NATASHA ROMANOFF had known her as the girl who never spoke, as almost all the others in the Red Room did. She'd stood in the corner silently, wearing the quiet like a shroud that she could use to protect herself. But she also knew her as the girl who had saved her, the girl who had stayed behind, the girl whose name nobody knew. Even the teachers had only called her Molotova. Other than her sister, she was the girl that Natasha thought about most, regretted leaving behind the most.

──── YELENA BELOVA had known her as the girl who wielded silence like a dagger, the girl with an incomparable control over her explosive movements when she fought. She knew her as the girl to beat, the girl who had been longer than the rest of them, who no-one really knew. She knew her as the girl who had saved her, who had trained along-side her sister, who always managed to meet the teacher's standards, and raised the bar higher for them, made it harder to reach. But at the same time, Yelena only knew her as another widow - a highly reliable one - who she was paired with a lot.

──── HADLEY MOLOTOVA had never really known who she was. She knew that the others had names for her, and what she'd been through, and that was it. She was familiar with her story, of what was expected of her, but past her name, she wasn't entirely sure that she knew anything else about herself. She knew that she'd been in the Red Room for far longer than most of the widows, but had never learned the reason, even if she had her suspicions. She knew that over that time, she had grown to be their best, and that they wouldn't let her go easily. So, she'd never tried. But those were thoughts she wasn't allowed to have, anyway. She simply followed her orders and hid in the quiet.

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╭┈────────────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ ❝ nobody really cared, so it never really mattered. it never really mattered so it never really happened. what's the point in fighting for a happy ever after? the past keeps haunting the future i imagine.❞

.·:¨ ✘♚✘ ¨:·.

──── TRIGGER WARNINGS.

↠ INJURY DETAIL
↠ VERBAL ABUSE
↠ PHYSICAL ABUSE
↠ MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT
↠ SUGGESTIONS OF RAPE
↠ FORESHADOWING
↠ CHARACTER DEATH

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╰┈➤ ❝ all i ever wanted was a little peace and quiet, just colour in the lines, and you'll get it like they promise. if you bite the hand, get louder and defiant, then you'll see how quickly they come making a deposit.❞

──── OTHER.

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╰┈➤ ❝ one false move, you're a kennedy, if you fight it you're the enemy. i'm so sick but i can't find a remedy, i'm still tryna find my idenitity.❞