[She makes a mental note of the offer, because she will absolutely take him up on it if she gets the chance.

For now she stirs her coffee, watching the glitter twinkle before she continues.]

She was always kind of heroic, you know. When they came to take us back to the Red Room, she tried to protect me. I wasn’t like that. My experience was different.

[Natasha had known about the Red Room and had some time to learn independence in Ohio, and then later after she got out. Yelena had thought she was a normal little girl until suddenly she just wasn’t any more.]

I’ve been killing people since I was a little girl, and after Natasha got out, they tightened our leashes. They used chemicals to control us, both our actions and our emotions. I’m still not sure how I really feel about the things I’ve done. I’m not a hero. I’m not sure I want to be one.

I’m not sure of anything, except that I like dogs and pockets and bright colors.