[ Admittedly, meeting Rumlow in close quarters (with no known exits) had unsettled her. The assumption that she'll best him anywhere, snow or station, isn't one she'll take for granted. HYDRA turned SHIELD into a shambling corpse with rot in every limb. Officers higher-ranking than herself, fellow Level 7's that she worked alongside on countless missions, engineers who designed her tech, and young faces that she passed at the Hub — an irreversible infection, staggering in its comprehensiveness.
All that said, she considers Rumlow a wildcard now. No HYDRA to hail and all. Hard to say what he wants from their little chats, if he wants anything at all, or what he'll do in this alien world. ]
They never left you in the cold at the Academy, huh? [ intoned archly, as if she's suggesting that he had it easy compared to her start at the Red Room. ]
[ The SHIELD Academy of Operations, she means. As a special case, Natasha never trained there, but she has returned for the occasional conference and seminar. Regardless, she imagines HYDRA assessments are more reminiscent of the Widow Programme than any SHIELD Academy. ]
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All that said, she considers Rumlow a wildcard now. No HYDRA to hail and all. Hard to say what he wants from their little chats, if he wants anything at all, or what he'll do in this alien world. ]
They never left you in the cold at the Academy, huh? [ intoned archly, as if she's suggesting that he had it easy compared to her start at the Red Room. ]
[ The SHIELD Academy of Operations, she means. As a special case, Natasha never trained there, but she has returned for the occasional conference and seminar. Regardless, she imagines HYDRA assessments are more reminiscent of the Widow Programme than any SHIELD Academy. ]