It's like a Russian horror movie. (invite only)

The crash had gone exactly as planned, but there had been one flaw The Widow hadn't foreseen. She had expected the third person in league with Morse and the female Captain America to be in the building with them, not approaching her position quickly and stealthily. Had the plane Batgirl jumped out been directly overhead and not had a working silencer in the motor, she might have heard. But, as it was, the only indication of the enemy's arrival was a sharp prick on the back of the Widow's neck.

Reaching up, the Russian quickly brushed the dart loose. Picking it up from the ground, she realized what it was right when her vision started to blur. Whether it was due to the Red Room's serum coursing through her veins or due to something else entirely, the Widow did not fall unconscious as both Batgirl and Bobbi would have hoped, but she was staggered. Horribly so. Enough that the world went sideways and blurred rapidly out of focus.

Bracing herself up against a nearby lamppost, the Widow looked up, a bit dazed, when she heard someone call her name. Natasha? That had been her name, yes? No….. no, she had many names. Natasha was only one of them. Forcing herself to keep going, the Widow turned to face the direction the voice had come from, steading herself long enough to focus and aim her pistol. That in itself was a difficult job as the target was moving more than usual. "Stand…. Stop, and I will take you in," she slurred, trying to keep her eyes open.

The Widow struggled as Bobbi grabbed and disarmed her in rapid succession. Whatever was in the drug was messing with her senses, making it seem as if the blonde was moving faster than she could. A small part of the Widow frowned at that, knowing Bobbi would tease her like she was now… drunk Russian monkey? The Widow shook her head, trying to clear it of such errant thoughts. But doing so simply sent the world spinning, making her want to cling tightly to the blonde. She should fight. She had to. Kal would be disappointed and that was never a good thing. But, whether it was due to the drug or just the simple fact that in her current state, the Widow's mind was even more susceptible to influence, so she obediently, albeit drunkenly, walked with Bobbi and entered the plane.

Zinda took the opportunity to look back at her passengers as they boarded, giving the redhead a rather intense gaze. "Exactly how out of it is she? I don't want to be wrestling for control of my baby in mid-air." Frankly, Zinda, though not one to give up easily in a fight, wasn't exactly for this idea of dragging two brainwashed to their secret hideout in hopes of being able to knock some sense into them and get them back to normal. "You just make sure she can't go anywhere and I'll make sure this flight is a quick one, ya hear me?"

It wasn't until much later that the Widow came out of her drug-filled stupor, but by then she was already someplace different and tied, rather professionally, to a chair. She tested her bonds but found them to be incredibly secure. Looking around, the room was empty save for her original target. Bobbi had been leaning against the opposite wall waiting for her to wake up. On the table beside her were various implements including, but not limited to: knives, hammers, scalpels, two rather long nails, a pair of heavy shock gauntlets, and various other items hidden under cloth. The Widow watched as Bobbi considered each tool. Torture was nothing new to her, and she had no intention of talking, no matter what they did to her.

Eventually, the blonde put on the gauntlets, flexing them slightly as electricity crackled from the fingertips. If she spoke, the Widow didn't remember. All she knew was pain as her muscles seized up from the high voltage coursing through her body. Bobbi's hands didn't stay in one place for very long. They kept moving as if searching for something or not truly wanting to do permanent damage to the Widow. Or at least that was what she thought up until Bobbi placed a hand on the back of her neck. Up to that point, the Widow had maintained some level of control, but now she screamed from the intensity and searing pain. She heard, or perhaps felt, a soft pop coming from the back of her neck. Then, as if wires were cut, the Widow blacked out.

Natasha came to in a bed. She didn't know how she got there or even where she was, but she felt weak beyond compare. Even keeping her eyes open was a chore. Shivering, she slowly curled up under the covers, mumbling something in Russian. Only then did she see Bobbi sitting in a nearby chair. At that she smiled a little, showing exactly how out of it she was. Spies usually smirked rather than smile.

Natasha wasn't plotting or thinking anything. In fact, the more her head cleared, the more that odd little smile vanished. But perhaps cleared wasn't the best way to describe how she felt. Yes, she was awake, but she found that, as she tried to recall what had happened over the past few….. days? Weeks? She wasn't sure how long, as there were long gaps in her memory. It was like trying to remember a dream. Bits and pieces felt right, but she couldn't say for certain what happened exactly.

When Bobbi spoke, Natasha quickly pulled her close and held her tight. That's when the shaking started. Silent, uncontrollable, shaking. She had, occasionally, suffered gaps in her memory. It was a result of her training and mental programming the Red Room placed on her. It had gotten particularly bad during a period of time after Viper had subjected her to torture, though that had been more about mentally separating who she was from the other persona her mind had created in order to save her sanity. This was something else entirely. Everything was a fog, with only the slightest sense of deja vu as she tried to recall events, giving her vague clues of what had happened. She had been ordered to find and kill someone? No... not initially. Find. Capture. Interrogate, with torture if necessary, then dispose of the body. The way her stomach tightened, Natasha knew those had been the orders.

Holding Bobbi in her arms was an anchor point for her mind, something she could concentrate on and see as safety if her head and eyes started to play tricks on her. "How…. how bad was it? What did I do?" Truthfully, she didn't want to know, but she had to. If she started avoiding the consequences of her actions, whether they were her fault or not, she wouldn't be able to stop. "Who did I kill?" she whispered, trying to keep her voice from trembling.

"If you ever do manage to kick my teeth in, you're paying for the best dental surgeon in the world to repair them," Natasha told Bobbi, trying to make light of the situation. Unfortunately, the joke did nothing to really lighten her mood. "Steve's a woman? Does the mean we're men on her world or was it just her who changed?" That was an interesting bit of unexpectedness and she made a mental note to meet this Stephanie later on when she was feeling better. Sparring with strangers did always seem to help her mood.

"Bucky? James is here? Is he okay?" The last thing they needed was for a mind-controlled Winter Soldier to crash their little safe house. Death by garbage truck? That was a new one Natasha had never considered before. She quietly tried to remember the events as Bobbi described them, recalling something about hot-wiring a large vehicle and have it crash into a building. "Battering ram?" she half asked, not really intending it to be a question, just stating things out loud.

"Give me the name of who did this. I'll deal with it so you don't have to. I'm not letting my friends get killed on my account." Yes, she was bullheaded and this conversation was one she and Bobbi, among countless other teammates, had had before. Natasha was not going to be held responsible for more preventible deaths. Did she believe this gift of Bobbi's would truly help her? No, not really. But then again, she also knew Bobbi was stubborn, and while she wouldn't force her into taking the gift, whatever it was, she would keep bringing the subject up until Natasha either accepted the gift or did something drastic enough to get her to drop it entry. "What is this gift?"

Natasha considered what Bobbi said for a moment before finally nodding in agreement. "If I ever intentionally break your kneecaps I will replace them with the best ones money can by. Diamond studded or adamantium?" The news about them being married and having children was a bit of a surprise for Natasha. She had never considered have offspring, whether biological or otherwise. Not recently anyways. There had been a point in time, before taking the Red Room's serum where she had a child, but that was a long time ago and she was a different person entirely. For a long time, the Russian woman was quiet as she thought things over. "I think I would like to meet this Stephanie at one point," she finally said.

"You drugged me? That was how you beat me? No wonder my head feels like it's mush. The great Bobbi Morse can't take out her teammate without resort to drugs," Natasha commented, shaking her head at the news. She then winced at the pain the sudden movement caused her. "Batgirl and Mockingbird? And now the Black Widow. Are we creating an entirely animal based team? Because, if so, James will need to change his codename." A poor joke, really, but what else could she say about all this?

Natasha looked at the pill and then back at Bobbi, not truly believing what her friend was saying. As soon as she saw it, the first thing that came to the Russian's mind was if Bobbi was using it as well. Naturally, her question was answered even before she could ask it. So, she went for the second one in her head. "Are you insane? You just took this pill without any questions? What about side effects? What about adverse reactions to our biologies? We may all be human, but we may not be exactly the same as people on this world. What about… how do we know if it'll react positively to any agents and serums already existing in our blood and DNA? I can already lift five hundred pounds, I don't get sick, and I perform at peak human capabilities. I don't like being used and experimented on, Bobbi. You know that. And I would have thought you wouldn't like to play guinea pig either. But here you are, already trying to sell a drug to someone you've essentially just undrugged."

The Russian listened to the full backstory that Bobbi provided, waiting until she was finished to provide her opinion of the story. "No, not really. I've seen good men turn, Bobbi. It's more common than you think. It merely amounts to the degree of change. One man thinks he can do better than everyone else in the world. Perhaps he writes a book or a speech. Perhaps it's just a change in procedure or refusing an order, changing a law, causing a revolution, staging a coup, moving from elected president to a self-appointed dictator. Some realize what they're doing is evil, but most don't. They feel justified with what they're doing. Most don't question their decisions, but some do. Like me, for example. You have no idea how many times I question and rethink my decisions over and over each day."

"Adamantium kneecaps, it is," Natasha agreed. Did she have the money to do such an operation if it called for? Possibly. She would likely have to drain more than a few of her accounts, but naturally that would all come down to if they ever got back to their own world. Or if adamantium was more common, and cheaper than, than dirt here. As of right now, the former seemed more likely.

"Would it help if I apologized and claimed innocence by way of mind-control?" she asked. In the past, a few villains and heroes had tried that defense before. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Either way, it usually hurt the affected team both physically and emotionally. "Raccoon Man?" Natasha's lips twitched into a brief smile before the laughter started. It wasn't a great big belly laugh as she had never been prone to those, but rather just a soft and relaxed chuckle as she thought of the idea regarding Bucky as Raccoon Man. "All woman group?" she asked, not really guessing nor caring if her answer was correct. She was simply trying to get her mind back to normal and the various subjects helped.

Unfortunately, the word nanotech was Bobbi's downfall. Hearing that technology mentioned, Natasha bolted upright and glared at her friend. "No. Plain and simple? No. I am not using any sort of nanotechnology in my body. That is the final word." It had been a year or two since the incident, but there had been a time where Natasha had, unknowingly, infected close friends with nannites which caused them to harm and kill loved ones while seeing Natasha's face. She had managed to save most of the infected, but for a few, she was too late. "I would rather take another DNA altering serum," she said firmly. "If you around worried about me that much, you shouldn't be. I won't run. I'll just disappear. You think I haven't done that before? I've hidden from the best. I can go deep enough that no one will find me, Bobbi. You know that."

What she was intending to say next, Natasha knew it likely wouldn't work, but she felt the need to voice this opinion as well. "We can always run. Tell whoever brought us her to send us back home. I know you won't like that, and neither do I, but this is not our fight."

"Women sometimes tend to think things through better than most men do," Natasha suggested when talking about the Birds of Prey. She decided it was probably best to drop the whole discussion about Bucky and his various code names, otherwise she might tell Bobbi a few that she had given him while they were working together in Russian. If anything, he needed to be present so the humor could be fully appreciated.

"You're not letting me in the field?" Natasha couldn't believe this. "All because of me not wanting to take a pill filled with nanobots? What if my immune system compromises them? You know they scrubbed me clean, making sure there wasn't a single bot left in my body or where I sleep and work. How do you think they keep it from happening? What if I'm in the middle of something and they just stop working?" This wasn't Natasha's fear that was talking, it was plain and simple logic. At least to her. Over the years, she had learned to be cautionary and reassured when it came to new tech, particularly if it dealt with her body.

"Highly advanced technology and races and they can't find us? I don't honestly believe it. Either they're not that advanced or this little grouped is not that much of a threat to them," Natasha stated, answering a question she didn't know Bobbi had thought. "We could find a way to bring them here," she offered. But getting signal to the center of the universe? That might be difficult. "Let me guess, these people at the center of the universe, though highly advanced, are mainly pacifist, or at least are the type to not want to fight for themselves, so they involve other people, dragging them into the conflict. Right?"