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It was a while before anyone came to see me. A little too long for my liking. However, I was in no place to complain. I've been in worse situations than this. However, I've also been in better positions.

Such as not being locked in a more or less utterly empty room. There was a mattress on the floor and a table with a chair in the middle of the room. But that was it.

Nothing else.

Eventually, someone did come in. Unfortunately, it wasn't one or both of the Twins. It was someone else entirely. I recognized the person as the Black Widow. The famous assassin that I used to look up to. But times have changed. Now I'm her captive. Her prisoner. She controls what will happen to me. Or more of, the Avengers control what happens to me. I hate them.

She sat down opposite me near the door just as if I did something to her though I was pretty docile right now. We stared at each other for a long time. Until finally, she spoke to me.

"It seems the hunter is now locked in a cage."

I scowled at her but didn't move. Her reaction wasn't something I was expecting from a cold-hearted assassin. She smirked at me. As if she didn't even care about what I could do to her.

"I think someone is masking their fear with overconfidence. Am I right...Natalia?"

Her expression didn't change, but I could tell she was confused and a little shaken. She didn't know what I knew about her. I've researched her for years. As well as all of the other Avengers.

Black Widow got up and left the room, not looking back at me. Now it was my turn to smirk. This was going to be very fun.

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Every once in a while, a different Avenger would come in, and every time I used their threats against them. Soon they were all afraid of me. And I hadn't even shown them my powers yet. Pitiful Avengers will never know what hit them.

It's just a matter of time.

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Sadly, there were the Twins that I couldn't threaten without hurting on the inside even though they joined with these fools, who thought of themselves as heroes and betrayed me.

Now I didn't know what to think. Maybe they still cared about me? Or perhaps they had forgotten what I had been to them?

A friend when everyone else tortured and used them. Someone they could talk to when their voices wouldn't be heard by anyone else. Someone who cared about how they were feeling and what their needs were.

I guess it's all gone now. Now I'm all alone like always. At least I have my powers. And my name.

Nightmare