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The Only Soldier Now Is Me by Samalander
Fandom: THE AVENGERS
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov
Length: 13516
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read: This is my last fic rec for the month [why can't I drive the van all time time?] and it is superb. I admit to being a bit of a junky for Clint recruiting Natasha fics and why not? It's a genre rife with unlimited possibilities. I especially like this version for the adherence to Red Room canon, the unflinching Natasha characterization, and the time span spent between Red Room and Clint coming into her life.
Excerpt
Natasha Romanova throbbed back to consciousness with no sense of the fifty-five years she'd slept for. One moment she'd been surrounded by her handlers, her captors, and they told her to breathe deep, the wound from Lev's shot hot in her shoulder, and she did. She always inhaled their lies because she didn't know how not to. It was how she was programmed.
When her eyes opened again in the next moment, it was all gone - Lev, Doctor Belov, Petrovitch, every one of them was absent - and the lone man standing in the room wasn't anyone she could categorize.
She was off the table in moments, the muscles in her shoulder healed - sore and stiff, but not torn, and the anesthetic leaving her system with a preternatural speed. She was on the mystery man before he could speak, before he could react, and she had him pinned to the wall by his throat, his feet kicking uselessly at the air.
He brought up a hand to claw ineffectually at hers, to get her to release the pressure, but she calmly took his fingers in hers and bent the middle one back until it snapped. He screamed in pain and panted for breath.
"Please." He was begging, and she would pity him if she had that emotion on her file. She didn't though, it was inaccessible, so she calmly snapped another finger.
"Watchword," she growled, and he coughs, his eyes going wide with fear. She realized he had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.
"I am Doctor-" he started.
"Wrong," she told him. She gave him another three seconds to say something useful, but he just whined and moaned, succumbing to pain, so she snapped his neck with a flick of her wrist.
The Only Soldier Now Is Me
Pairing: Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, James "Bucky" Barnes/Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov
Length: 13516
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read: This is my last fic rec for the month [why can't I drive the van all time time?] and it is superb. I admit to being a bit of a junky for Clint recruiting Natasha fics and why not? It's a genre rife with unlimited possibilities. I especially like this version for the adherence to Red Room canon, the unflinching Natasha characterization, and the time span spent between Red Room and Clint coming into her life.
Excerpt
Natasha Romanova throbbed back to consciousness with no sense of the fifty-five years she'd slept for. One moment she'd been surrounded by her handlers, her captors, and they told her to breathe deep, the wound from Lev's shot hot in her shoulder, and she did. She always inhaled their lies because she didn't know how not to. It was how she was programmed.
When her eyes opened again in the next moment, it was all gone - Lev, Doctor Belov, Petrovitch, every one of them was absent - and the lone man standing in the room wasn't anyone she could categorize.
She was off the table in moments, the muscles in her shoulder healed - sore and stiff, but not torn, and the anesthetic leaving her system with a preternatural speed. She was on the mystery man before he could speak, before he could react, and she had him pinned to the wall by his throat, his feet kicking uselessly at the air.
He brought up a hand to claw ineffectually at hers, to get her to release the pressure, but she calmly took his fingers in hers and bent the middle one back until it snapped. He screamed in pain and panted for breath.
"Please." He was begging, and she would pity him if she had that emotion on her file. She didn't though, it was inaccessible, so she calmly snapped another finger.
"Watchword," she growled, and he coughs, his eyes going wide with fear. She realized he had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.
"I am Doctor-" he started.
"Wrong," she told him. She gave him another three seconds to say something useful, but he just whined and moaned, succumbing to pain, so she snapped his neck with a flick of her wrist.
The Only Soldier Now Is Me
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