"Agent Romanoff, you are accused of murdering five trainers. Please come with me."

Natasha heard the clatter of footsteps behind her and assumed that an army of trainers was behind her. Her heart thumped loudly and her mind was whirling with possibilities. Was this still the test? After all, every agent had killed at least one trainer before in training, so why were they arresting her now? It must be the test, but why? She had been expecting weapons and torture but not this!

The trainer stepped closer to Natasha and began to take her weapons. Natasha tensed up, hating it when another person touched her. Then all her valuable weapons were gone, and they were leading her into a corridor that she had never been in. But she knew what it was. This was where all the rebellious agents and dead bodies were taken. Where they went after this she did not know, but wherever it was, they were taking her to it, and she was powerless. After several turns, they opened a heavy metal door and shoved her inside. Natasha glared at them angrily until they slammed the door, and then slumped to the floor and looked around her surroundings. It was a cold, bare room with metal walls and no visible way to escape. But Natasha knew them better than that. If this was still part of the test, there would have to be a way out. She stood up slowly, ignoring the painful throbbing in her calf, and began to inspect every inch of the room. There were no cracks in the walls and when she knocked against them, it wasn't a hollow sound but thick and heavy. The floor was the same; no way of escape.

Natasha took a deep breath and began to go through all the possibilities. Patience was not one of her best assets, but in this case, she had to go through every little detail. One hour later, she was still thinking and was growing more frustrated by the minute. She was so deep in thought that she failed to hear the small click of a ceiling panel moving. But she did notice when what seemed like hundreds of black widows dropped down on the other side of the room from the hole. It took her two seconds to realize what to do. The panels must be the only means of escape. But how to get up there?

Natasha wasn't the best agent for no reason however. She backed towards the spiders and away from the wall. Then without any hesitation, she sprang to the wall her feet first, and then leapt towards the hole, bouncing off the wall like a frog. She managed to grab with one hand the edge of the hole before gravity pulled her down, then scrambled up into the ceiling. Luckily there were no spiders in the dark, foul tunnel or she would have been done for. She hesitated slightly, wondering where to go. It was a long tunnel going in multiple directions, and she had no idea what possible dangers lay in wait for her. She paused near the entrance of each possible route, and then started off down the one that smelled the freshest.

To Natasha, in the complete dark, not knowing what lay in store for her, it seemed like years of walking in the complete dark. Several times she had to fend off small weapons and animals, and once she came in contact with a gruesome animal which looked like a rat except for much larger that managed to tear the flesh on her cheek and forehead. Still she kept on going as if in a dream, not knowing or really caring where the tunnel led her.

Finally, she saw a change in the light which seemed to be the end of the tunnel and began running towards it. The air felt cool and fresh against her aching body, and she breathed it in deeply. Then she was out of the tunnel and standing in shock. She was outside. Something she had longed for ever since she came here. They had never let the agents outside, but had only opened the several small windows in the place to let it air out. There was snow on the ground, and Natasha touched it gingerly, enjoying the cold stinging feeling, before taking in her surroundings. Behind her was the training building, where she had lived for nine years. It looked much bigger on the outside, almost like a castle made out of bricks. But Natasha was not one to enjoy the beauty in life. Her mind was on the next course of action. Was she really supposed to escape through the panel? It would have seemed that something or someone would be out here waiting for her.

She hesitated, wondering what to do, before slowly walking towards the training building. This was her life, and she wanted to go back. Maybe they would kill her, but she didn't care at this point. All she wanted was to be an official Black Widow for the Soviet Union and do what she did best: kill.

Natasha was almost to the door when something shoved her to the ground. She quickly flipped herself before she fell completely to the ground and observed a huge male trainer standing over her. So the test wasn't done yet. She had done the right thing. Natasha smiled coldly and sprang up as the heavy trainer tried to kick her. She sprang onto his back with her arms around his neck before he could blink an eye and started choking him as hard as she could. The trainer however flipped out a knife and slashed at one of her hands, making her wince and fall off. Then he was on top of her with an evil looking tool that was dripping some poisonous solution. Natasha struggled violently, but the trainer had pinned her down too hard. She watched as he motioned to the needle.

"See this Agent Romanova? You've seen it before. One prick and you can die in two hours if you don't take care of it properly. I am going to inject this into your neck and if you survive, you will pass the test." Natasha glared angrily, not daring to show any fear, as he pricked her with the needle. The trainer grinned. "Take care, Romanova." Then he left.

Natasha pulled herself up to a sitting position and leaned against a rock, gritting at the small stinging sensation in her neck. She grabbed a small handful of snow and pressed it against her ripped cheek and the injected area. She recognized the poison, which really had no name in the training area besides the nickname "spiderbit." There was no anecdote. The only thing you could do was wait it out and hope it wouldn't kill you.

It seemed a long fifteen minutes before Natasha could feel the poison kicking in. Her mind began whirling and she could no longer control her body's movement. Soon her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and she began hallucinating. Darkkia was hovering over her, his teeth were pointed fangs with blood dripping down from them. Then he was biting her neck hard, and she screamed and cried out. But that was a sign of pain. The other agents suddenly appeared around her, and a trainer was whipping her hard while Darkkia bit her neck. She looked down and it wasn't Darkkia. It was the giant rat from the tunnel. It was clawing at her cheek and calf, and she screamed. Then everything went black before her eyes.

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