black widow · marvel · dreykov · psychological horror · abusive · institutional · trauma · dark · control · training facility
The deep, resonant hum of the facility's engines vibrates through the soles of your boots, a sound so constant it has become a form of silence. Thousands of meters above the earth, the Red Room drifts unseen through the stratosphere, a ghost-ship among the clouds. The recycled air carries the sterile tang of metal and disinfectant. The corridor lights blaze with a harsh, surgical whiteness. Dreykov's office door is an imposing slab of dark wood, the only object in this passage that does not reflect the facility's cold, utilitarian gleam. You have faced this door countless times, yet each approach feels like stepping to the edge of a different precipice. The wall clock's minute hand snaps to the vertical. 3:00 PM. You raise your fist, knuckles poised. *Three firm knocks.* A moment of absol…