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“Wanda!”

"Pietro!"

Wanda found herself getting swept away in the crowd of protesters.

Several months ago, a new American military base was announced to be stationed on the outskirts of Novi Grad, and today was the day the Americans were flying in and setting up in said base. Wanda and her brother, Pietro, were a couple of many who were against this, harboring deep hatred for the US and Stark industries for the destruction their weapons brought upon their country. Ultimately, Wanda and Pietro lost their parents to the war due to being innocent bystanders in the crossfire. They were only fifteen, but Wanda joined her twin brother in the protests, tired of how the Americans treated their country like dirt.

However, civil unrest in the city caused the protesters to become more violent than either twin anticipated. Law enforcement became equally violent as a result to break up the crowd. Pietro tried to hold onto Wanda's hand, but he wasn't strong enough to keep her by her side, screaming her name while she was shoved further and further away from him.

Fortunately, Wanda was small enough to push herself through the countless bodies with relative ease, opting to go with the flow of the crowd rather than fight it. The moment she managed to be free from the center of the protests she ran away, hoping to circle around in hopes of finding her brother. Hugging her red shawl tightly around her, she jogged through the backstreets of Novi Grad to stay warm, knowing the pathways by heart.

What caught her off-guard was the sight of a man in a lab coat clutching his side and hissing in pain. As Wanda cautiously approached the man, he whipped his head at her, revealing blood coming from his nose and a cut lip.

"Who are you?!" he screamed in a way Wanda could on describe as fear. From his accent, he was definitely an American. "Are you one of them?!"

"W-What do you mean?" Wanda stammered, raising both her hands defensively. "I do not know what you are talking about."

"Don't lie to me!" The man was becoming desperate. His eyes widened in horror, looking past Wanda. "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME--"

The next thing Wanda registered was the muffled sound of a gunshot coming from her right and the bullet hole in the man's forehead. The body fell to the cold cobblestone ground with a thud.

Wanda screamed.

Or she was going to until she felt a leathered hand cover her mouth and the sound of a low, scratchy growl came from her left.

"Scream and I will kill you too."

The voice was female. Wanda couldn't pinpoint the region precisely, but it was Slavic. Though her curiosity was quickly put out when the threat finally registered in her mind, whimpering in fear in the woman's hold and tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

"I will let you go, but as a reminder, if you scream you will end up just like him. Do you understand?"

Wanda fervently nodded her head, praying it was enough to convince whoever this person was. After a prolonged pause, Wanda was let go and she quickly swiveled around to look at who the man's killer was.

The person in question was a young girl who looked to be close to Wanda's age, perhaps a bit older. She wore a tight black body suit with a utility belt hung around her waist, catching Wanda's eyes due to the belt buckle resembling a red hourglass-like image. In the girl's right hand was a pistol with a silencer attached, the gun that ended the man's life. When Wanda found the courage to meet the girl's eyes, they were a piercing verdant green that drew her in, mesmerized, and the color those eyes only stood out more in contrast to her raven-colored black bob haircut.

"Surprised?" the girl snarked as she put away the pistol in its holster. Wanda nodded slowly, which apparently amused the mysterious girl. "You can speak, just not scream."

"Yes… I was surprised," Wanda croaked out, still unsure of the latter's intentions.

The girl's eyes darted all around them, surveying their surroundings, then landed on a scaffolding not too far from them. She pointed at it. "You're coming with me. We're going up to the rooftops." She saw that Wanda was about to protest and swiftly cut her off. "This is an order. You have no say in this… unless you'd like to be the prime suspect for his death?" She nodded to the lifeless body behind Wanda.

Wanda could say nothing more and reluctantly followed the mysterious girl up the scaffolding. They climbed the rusted, worn-down ladders to the top of the scaffolding; however, it wasn't enough to reach the roof of the building. The other girl caught Wanda off-guard yet again when the girl demonstrated graceful athleticism and hopped from the railing to a window ledge to dig her fingers into crevices of the building, then hoisted herself up to the top.

"I can't do that," Wanda admitted without thinking. She saw the raven-haired girl roll her eyes then dropped down a rope.

"I hope you can climb at the very least."

Wanda started to feel less threatened by the girl and instead began to be feel annoyed by the condescending tone she was using on her. With a huff, Wanda grasped the rope with both hands and began climbing to the roof. The distance wasn't much, but Wanda's upper body strength wasn't the greatest and knew her arms were going to be sore the next day.

While the girl was recollecting the rope, Wanda spoke up. "Why are you doing this?" The question was lingering in the back of Wanda's mind. Why did this girl spare her life when she witnessed her murder that man? Why did she offer to let Wanda escape when she could have easily left her behind to take the blame.

The girl maintained a straight face as she looked Wanda in the eye.

"Because you didn't kill him. I did," she explained with a shrug. "You're only a kid. I'm not going to frame you."

Wanda frowned and scrunched her nose. "You don't look that much older than me."

"I'm old enough to legally drink," the girl shot back with a raised brow. She started to walk to the other side of the roof with Wanda already moving to follow her. "Which direction do you live? We'll have to hop to another rooftop where the scaffolding reaches the ground."

"I cannot go home. Not until I find my brother… And I'm sorry, did you say, 'hop to another rooftop'?"

"Okay, then. Do you remember where your brother was last? And yeah, I did say that."

Wanda could already feel the color draining from her face at what that meant. "We got separated during the protests at town square… do we really need to jump to another building?"

"You and your brother were a part of that nasty protest? You're lucky you weren't trampled." She pulled out a grappling hook, expanded its claws, then locked the base into the barrel. "It's best to get away from the body rather than lingering nearby." Her eyes landed on a nearby water tower. She then returned her attention to Wanda and beckoned her over with a finger. "Come." Wanda sighed in defeat. There was no way out of this without upsetting the other, and reluctantly complied. When Wanda stood beside her, she let out a tiny squeak when she was pulled close. The girl fired the grapple hook at the water tower, securely wrapped around the highest railing. "Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight."

"Wait, w-what?"

The girl rolled her eyes and forced Wanda's arms around her neck. "Stop being a coward." Wanda felt the hairs on her neck stand on their ends when the latter learned into her ear. "But if you scream while I swing us across, I will not hesitate to drop you," she hissed.

Wanda knew from the piercing, verdant glare the raven-haired girl was giving her that she was serious.

In seconds, Wanda was being propelled over the large gap and she clung to the older girl for dear life. She grinded down onto her teeth to hold back the scream that wanted to spill out and buried her face into the crook of the girl's neck. For a very brief moment, her fear subsided, and she was comforted by how nice the other girl smelled. Wanda could feel her cheeks warming at the thought.

When they landed on the rooftop of the adjacent building, Wanda was so happy her feet touched solid ground, almost falling to her knees from relief. The other girl left Wanda's side to check their current building's scaffolding and threw a crooked smile in Wanda's direction. "Looks like you can get back down to ground floor from here."

"Thank God…" Wanda exhaled a loud sigh.

"This is where we part ways." The girl was already walking away towards a completely different direction.

"Wait!" Wanda blurted out and chased after her. The older girl turned around and raised an eyebrow at her. "Thank you for what you did for me."

"You mean not killing you," the girl remarked with a deadpanned expression. It made Wanda want to fidget.

"Yes," Wanda admitted. "And taking me away so I would not get the blame. You didn't have to but… you did. Can I at least know your name?"

The girl narrowed her eyes at Wanda for a moment then turned her back to her. "Natalia. It was once my name."

Wanda tilted her head to one side, puzzled. "Then what is your name now?" When it was clear her question was not going to be answered, she continued. "Okay then. You do not want to talk about it. Um, well, my name is--"

"I do not need to know your name," she harshly cut off Wanda. "After this, you will never see me again."

Despite everything that happened between them, Wanda felt oddly saddened by the older girl's words. All she could do was watch the girl gracefully and effortlessly jumped down from window ledge to window ledge until she was back on the ground. She looked up and met Wanda's eyes once more then dashed away into a narrow alleyway. Wanda continued to watch her until she could see her no more.

Wanda hugged her shawl closer to her body and whispered the girl's name.

"Natalia."

It felt nice on her tongue. She wondered why.

With a somewhat heavy heart, Wanda carefully made her way back down the scaffolding to resume her search for Pietro.

The Red String of Fate

An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

Wanda found herself falling into a routine.

Helen informed Steve and Tony the importance of Wanda visiting Pietro. Since Tony wasn't at the Compound as much as Steve, the billionaire left the decision and coordinating-making to the blonde super soldier, and Steve made sure Wanda visited her brother once a week like Helen suggested. When she wasn't traveling to Seoul, she was doing her usual training regimen with Steve and Natasha.

It was usually Steve or Sam that flew Wanda to Seoul on the Quinjet. The one-time Clint was her pilot was due to a special occasion. Wanda didn't know all the details, but from what Vision could tell her, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were following a lead to find Rumlow, and perhaps, find other leads to members of HYDRA who were still in hiding.

The three of them were gone for five days.

When the veteran Avengers finally returned, aside from the usual scratches and bruises, they returned mostly unscathed. Natasha received the worst, a second-degree burn to her right shoulder from a flamethrower, and she considered herself lucky that she was able to dodge the blast of fire in time or it could have been much worse. Wanda couldn't help but fret over the other woman's condition, but Natasha kept waving her off and insisted she was fine to resume training Wanda.

"Gotta make sure you haven't slacked off while I was away," Natasha explained, her jade green eyes twinkling playfully despite the deep, dark bags below those eyes.

"I sparred with Barnes often, practiced flying with Vision, and kept up with my cardio," Wanda defended and gave the redhead a worried look as she followed her down the hallway. "Please rest, Natasha. You've only returned no more than two hours ago. When was the last time you changed your bandage?"

"It's not as bad as you think. You're fretting over nothing, Maximoff," Natasha coolly. She reached for the door handle to the woman's locker room, but Wanda used her powers to keep the door shut, causing the redhead to shoot her an annoyed look. "Wanda, let me in."

"I will not. Please, Natasha," Wanda tried again, refusing to back down. "There is no reason why my training cannot wait another day. You can kick my ass tomorrow."

The last remark was enough to pull a smile out of the other woman. Natasha relented for the moment and let go of the door, fully facing Wanda. "Our lead in hopes of finding Rumlow was a dead end. It did lead us to finding former STRIKE soldiers who created their own faction, but they had no idea of Rumlow's whereabouts. Steve and Sam are somewhat dejected by the discovery, but I still have a lot of energy and frustration to expend, even with my burns." When Natasha looked into Wanda's eyes, it finally dawned on her how seriously worried Wanda was for her. Her expression softened and she placed a hand on the younger woman's shoulder. "How about we make a deal? Help me release all this pent-up energy and I will be the one to take you to Seoul next time."

Wanda couldn't stop herself from visibly perking up at the offer. It had been long time since it was just the two of them. She dearly missed the other woman's company.

Natasha's lips curved into an amused, crooked grin when she noticed Wanda seriously contemplating. "So… do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal but please do not push yourself," Wanda finally agreed, mimicking the redhead's smile. "But if you think about breaking your promise, just know that I will be deeply disappointed and will constantly pout in your presence for months."

"Sounds like absolute torture," Natasha laughed wholeheartedly while she held open the door to the women's locker room for the brunette. "Don't worry, though. You're the last person I want to disappoint."

---

True to her word, Natasha volunteered to fly Wanda to Seoul to visit Pietro the following week.

The visits never lasted more than two days and begin flying back to the compound on the third. Wanda and Natasha shared a small suitcase for the trip, with Natasha bringing an additional emergency backpack with basic first-aid supplies.

Wanda sat in the co-pilot's chair while Natasha piloted the Quinjet. Sam taught her that the ship had an auto-pilot function that had the coordinates to Dr. Cho's lab locked into the navigation system's database, but Natasha preferred piloting on her own. The redhead said it was better to be prepared for anything, no matter how quiet the skies seemed.

Helen greeted both of them with the same warmth as she always did, even more so since it had been so long since she saw Natasha. Wanda couldn't stop her expression from falling when Helen said there was no change in Pietro's brain activity, but instead shifted her line of thinking to the fact it was also a good thing. Pietro was still fighting; he was still there.

Once Helen and Natasha left her alone in the lab with her brother, Wanda took her usual spot beside Pietro's cradle. He looked so still and peaceful every time she visited, as if he was simply sleeping the day away, when in reality his usual appearance when he slept was messy, disheveled hair sticking out in all sorts of directions, mouth agape with drool that was accompanied by light snores. Wanda took for granted those moments with Pietro, and couldn't wait for the day for her brother to be running free and alive like before.

After she was finished, Wanda found Natasha lounging in the lobby on a couch, the space that connected to the hallway leading to the lab and the elevator. The former SHIELD agent was typing away at her laptop while sipping on an iced americano in a glass.

"Working?" Wanda asked while taking the spot beside the other woman.

"Just doing extensive research on what I'd like to buy when the semi-annual sale at Victoria's Secret comes around," Natasha answered smoothly, but Wanda knew the other woman well enough to know when she was joking. She could also see the way Natasha's eyes were quickly darting left and right as she scanned whatever document she was reading on the screen. Wanda guessed the other woman was still trying to find another hot trail that would lead the team to Rumlow. "Sorry I didn't get you anything when I went out for coffee with Helen. The shop didn't have any tea lattes." The redhead entered a few more keystrokes then closed her laptop shut, turning her body so she was fully facing Wanda. "How was your time with the speedster?"

"It's as Dr. Cho said. There's no change from last week's visit. It is both a good and a bad thing," Wanda spoke her feelings truthfully. "Regardless, I will wait as long as it takes and continue to do what I can for Pietro."

"He's lucky to have such an amazing sister," Natasha remarked with a smirk then took a sip of her iced Americano.

Wanda forced herself to ignore how the praise made her cheeks feel warm and decided to shift the topic elsewhere. "You mentioned before that you had a sister." For a split second, she could have sworn a pained expression crossed the spy's face at the mention of her sibling, but the look was gone as quick as it came.

"I did, yes." Natasha tilted her head to one side. "Curious?"

Wanda nodded, nervously twisting a ring on her finger. "It was the first time you ever brought up family. I thought… Widows didn't have family."

"You're right. We don't have family. Our parents real were either already dead by the time the Red Room took us in, or we were too young to remember who they were." Natasha sighed and looked up at the ceiling, jade green eyes clouded by memories of the past. "But for a special mission, I was part of fabricated family. For three years, I had a mom, a dad, and a little sister. My little sister, Yelena, wasn't aware that our family was just part of the mission, but looking back at it, her obliviousness to the whole thing made it feel more… genuine."

"It felt more real?" Wanda asked gently, to which Natasha nodded with a distant look.

"There were times where we really did feel like a family," the redhead admitted softly, though it seemed that she was admitting it to herself than to Wanda.

"What happened after the mission was complete?"

"Our parents resumed working under Dreykov while Yelena and I were sent back to the Red Room. We were separated. I resumed my training while Yelena was of age to begin hers." Natasha shrugged her shoulders then shook her head slowly as she recalled more memories from her childhood. "Haven't seen her since."

Wanda felt her heart tightened. Hearing Natasha's story made her realize how lucky she was that she had Pietro by her since the very beginning. Even now, it dawned on her how fortunate she was to still have her brother despite everything that has happened to them since they lost their parents. Natasha didn't explicitly verbalize her feelings towards Yelena, but it was obvious how much she meant to the other woman, blood related or not.

"Why have you not searched for her?" Wanda asked.

Natasha shrugged again. "Guilt. Fear. For three years, I lied to her and made her believe we were sisters. When the mission was over, I couldn't protect her from the Red Room. I don't even know if she survived the Red Room, and even if she did, she must hate me for deceiving her. So after I defected to SHIELD, I buried myself in work as an agent, and I'm still doing the same but as an Avenger."

Wanda's gaze softened at the redhead. "Clint mentioned you were trying to get the red out of her ledger."

"I've taken the lives of countless innocent people, Wanda. I'm aware that nothing I do will ever make up for that, but I want to at least do some good for the world." Natasha's voice was barely above a whisper, but it held so much emotion.

Wanda moved closer. When Natasha didn't move away, she placed her hand on top of hers. She felt Natasha flinch and worried she pushed too far, but to her surprise, Natasha laced their fingers together and gave her hand a squeeze. Wanda met the other woman's eyes and found a smile on her face. The brunette forced herself to ignore the heat that was growing in her cheeks and how soft Natasha's hand was.

Then the sound of both of their communicators went off.

Natasha answered hers first, and Steve's face appeared on the small screen.

"Rogers?"

"Sorry to cut the trip short, ladies, but I need you both to head over to the coordinates I've sent to your Quinjet."

Wanda exchanged surprised looks with Natasha. "What happened?" she asked.

Steve's expression turned dark.

"We found Rumlow."

---

It was only three hours ago when Wanda was in Seoul with Natasha to visit Pietro.

Now they were in the middle of a mini warzone located at the northern border separating Latvia and Estonia.

Brock Rumlow, now calling himself Crossbones, cut ties from HYDRA and formed his own band of mercenaries-for-hire, taking whatever black market job paid more and picking up strays who had nowhere else to go or held no other purpose in life other than rotting away on the streets to join him. He still held a powerful, commanding presence like when he was a part of STRIKE, and his men blindly followed his orders, no matter what those orders required of them.

For Steve, it didn't matter that Rumlow no longer had any current affiliation to HYDRA; what mattered that he did at all and that he needed to pay for his crimes. A man like Rumlow was too dangerous to be allowed to do as he pleased in the world.

Wanda agreed.

There wasn't any time for a complete debrief of the situation before Wanda and Natasha were thrown into the battlefield as civilians from a small nearby village were being held hostage and contained in a bunker that was once used in World War I, now repurposed into a new base of operations for Rumlow's dealings. They joined up with Steve, Sam, and Bucky, facing the Rumlow and majority of the mercenaries. Tony, Vision, and Clint (who joined in on the rescue at the captain's request) were in charge of infiltrating the bunker to rescue the civilians.

Wanda tag-teamed with Sam and attacked from the air, while the other three fought on ground. The brunette kept a closer eye on Natasha's six compared to the guys and summoned force fields with her powers to shield the ground team from gunfire when needed. She knew Natasha was an incredible and capable fighter, but she wasn't a super soldier, a god, or a Hulk -- she was still made of flesh and blood.

Over their communicators, Clint relayed to the rest of the team that his end managed to rescue all hostages from the bunker, with Vision in charge of escorting them to safety and away from the battlefield while he and Tony fend off any mercenaries behind them.

Rumlow had new mechanical arms attached to him that put his punches on par with a super soldier, but Steve and Bucky teamed up together to take him down. The moment Rumlow was officially taken down, the rest of his men stopped fighting and surrendered to the Avengers. Maria Hill and other operatives from SHIELD arrived to take the mercenaries into custody, with extra precautions taken on Rumlow. Steve intended on interrogating the former HYDRA operative on The Winter Soldier Program, not wanting to take any other chances that could compromise Bucky again.

While Sam helped Maria's men lead the captured band of mercenaries into the carrier helicopters, Wanda turned her head towards the forest on the opposite side from them, where a fog was growing thicker, almost ominously. She heard the sound of a faint whistle coming from inside the fog. The whistle sounded both wistful and somber, almost heartbreaking, and Wanda couldn't understand why she was having this feeling. She wondered if Natasha also felt the same because the redhead also turned her head in the direction of the whistle. However, Natasha paled and her eyes widened the longer she listened to the whistle. When Natasha started heading towards the woods, Wanda called out to her.

"Natasha, where are you going? We'll be returning to the compound soon!"

"I need to check something. Go back to the Quinjet and wait for me there," Natasha answered, not looking back.

"Alone? I can come with you," Wanda offered, jogging right behind the other woman.

"NO!" Natasha snapped harshly in a way Wanda never heard before, the spy still keeping her back to the brunette. "I said go back to the Quinjet. That's an order, Maximoff. Tell Rogers and Hill I'll be back soon."

Without another word, Natasha ran straight into the fog and was soon enveloped by it. Alarm bells were ringing in Wanda's mind and Natasha's odd behavior was the reason. Was it the sound of the whistle? That's when Natasha started to act strangely. A part of Wanda knew she should go to Steve first, but her feet were already moving and chasing after Natasha into the fog.

Even with all her conditioning and cardio training, Wanda was a snail in comparison to the older woman. Wanda's lungs burned as she dashed into the fog, but she saw no sign of her Natasha. Seconds later, Wanda found herself in a clearing where the fog wasn't as thick. The forest was still and quiet. After the constant sound of gunfire and explosions for the past few hours, the silence was unnerving. Wanda tensed, immediately on edge, with her glowing eyes trying to scan her surroundings despite the fog.

"WANDA, GET DOWN!"

Everything went by so fast.

Wanda registered both the sound of several gunshots and the impact of being tackled down into the dirt by a familiar figure, a sweet scent wafting into her nose from soft red locks. It wasn't enough to distract her from the mild pain from having the air pushed out from her lungs as Wanda groaned to push herself up while holding onto the other woman.

"N-Natasha?" Even in the fog, she was able to make out the blood running down Natasha's left, panic suddenly bursting forth. "Natasha!"

Natasha hissed in pain as her arms wrapped tightly around Wanda and forced both of them to roll several times to the right as more gunshots followed them. "Wanda, take us to the sky and get us out of here! Now!"

With glowing red eyes, Wanda slid one arm around Natasha's waist and used her free arm to propel them into the air with her magic, pushing them towards the direction of the rest of the team. They were high enough in the air where they could see the top of the blanket of fog that covered the forest, but the lights coming from the Quinjets and other aircrafts brought in by Maria. Wanda held onto Natasha tightly while they were airborne, though Natasha was holding her just as tight, still hissing through her teeth in pain.

They landed right in front of the team, all of them quickly surrounding them.

"What happened?!" Maria questioned while running over to Natasha and swinging one of the redhead's arms over her shoulder.

"I'm fine, Hill," Natasha muttered weakly, a hand over her injury.

"No, you're not. You're bleeding, Romanoff," Maria snapped.

"Someone shot at us. Natasha protected me," Wanda cried worriedly.

"Impossible. I made sure the area was clear of anyone else," Tony said.

Steve turned to Sam and Vision. "Scout the area again and find this mysterious shooter. We can't let them get away."

"I'll check the ground," Clint offered.

Steve nodded. "Stay sharp, Barton. Especially with this fog."

Sam and Vision nodded and flew into air towards the direction were Wanda and Natasha came from while Clint jogged after them from the ground.

Wanda could only watch as Maria handed off Natasha to the medic team with guilt bubbling deep in the pit of her stomach.

---

Back at the Compound, the team regrouped in med bay, sans Tony and Maria.

The bullet grazed Natasha's side that caused bleeding, but fortunately none of the other shots fired hit her or Wanda directly. Natasha sat atop of the examination table, in leggings and a sports bra with a bandage tightly wound around her abdomen.

"How are you feeling?" Steve asked.

"Fine," Natasha replied tersely. Steve raised a questioning brow but said nothing.

"Natasha…" Wanda began. She flinched when Natasha snapped her head in her direction and glared harshly at her.

"You disobeyed my direct order, Maximoff," Natasha spoke with a hardened tone. "I told you to go back to the Quinjet."

"I wasn't going to leave you alone," Wanda protested.

"I can take care of myself."

"But someone was out there and--"

"Need I remind you that the only reason I was shot in the first place was because I had to cover your ass."

Wanda took a step back as her jaw hung open in disbelief while an uncomfortable yet painful feeling burned in her chest.

"Nat, you went too far," Steve interrupted.

"But am I wrong?" Natasha challenged with a cocked brow.

Wanda felt tears in the back of her throat. She hated the cold, disappointed look Natasha was giving her, and yet, it was true that Natasha was hurt because she saved Wanda.

Still…

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. Is it so wrong that I went after you because I was worried about you? Because I care?" Wanda shot back out of frustration. "But I guess my feelings mean nothing to you, Agent Romanoff."

Wanda stormed out of med bay, ignoring the cries from Steve and Clint, and ran back to her own quarters so she could allow the tears to finally fall from her eyes as she sobbed into her hands.

Somewhere…

Dreykov stepped through the automatic sliding doors and stood face-to-face with a masked skull soldier glad in blue and silver armor with orange accents. A crooked grin curled on his dry lips as he squinted through his thick-framed glasses at his creation.

"Natasha mistook your whistle for Belova's," he said slowly while circling at the mysterious armored soldier. "Good. Soon it will be time… Taskmaster."

Taskmaster stood obediently silent, obediently still.

Dreykov made a gruntled sound. Using a digital panel beside the sliding doors, an advanced image projector activated and a large display played recorded footage of Natasha fighting against Rumlow's mercenaries on the wall across from them.

"Study and learn," he ordered and left the room.

On the HUD integrated to the helmet, Taskmaster breathed heavily while it deeply analyzing Natasha's movement and fighting style.