[It was odd to think that scenes like this played out all over the place in the Red Room and HYDRA and many of the other post-WWII groups that took a harder line to discipline. Many of the kids that these people were dealing with were not building their lives but building weapons to use in whatever means necessary.
In that way, Ivan's 'training' of Ava didn't surprise him at all. He knew that the Soviets were some of the harshest trainers, but they also produced extremely good results. They knew how to break a person down and build them back up, but this was still Ava whom he had taken an early shine to when he had met her on a private airstrip as if he were picking up a parcel for SHIELD.
She had, in essence, been trained as he had. She had suffered physical abuse to be taught skills, to be taught to avoid the knife next time. Harsh discipline was, in his mind, worthwhile. It had produced him after all, and he knew tough love better than he knew the kindness of it. It was clear that they had both learned and maybe on some level recognized that what happened to them was not entire healthy or normal.
He lifted his hand from where it rested on the floor and carded his fingers through her red hair, watching the scene play out the rest of the way. He hummed low in his throat, a sound of understanding.]
Order in pain. [It was a simple mantra. It worked for him.] You said that Romanoff put a bullet in his brain? I'm surprised it wasn't you who finished your training on that act.
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In that way, Ivan's 'training' of Ava didn't surprise him at all. He knew that the Soviets were some of the harshest trainers, but they also produced extremely good results. They knew how to break a person down and build them back up, but this was still Ava whom he had taken an early shine to when he had met her on a private airstrip as if he were picking up a parcel for SHIELD.
She had, in essence, been trained as he had. She had suffered physical abuse to be taught skills, to be taught to avoid the knife next time. Harsh discipline was, in his mind, worthwhile. It had produced him after all, and he knew tough love better than he knew the kindness of it. It was clear that they had both learned and maybe on some level recognized that what happened to them was not entire healthy or normal.
He lifted his hand from where it rested on the floor and carded his fingers through her red hair, watching the scene play out the rest of the way. He hummed low in his throat, a sound of understanding.]
Order in pain. [It was a simple mantra. It worked for him.] You said that Romanoff put a bullet in his brain? I'm surprised it wasn't you who finished your training on that act.