Inside the Avengers' base, Natasha stared wide-eyed as she took the Red Flag dal, noticing the traces of wear on it.
"What do you think? Is it real?" Steve asked.
Natasha opened her mouth, hesitated for a mont, and then said, "I have never received this dal. The Red Flag dal has a long history and many versions. But the wear on this one suggests it's not a souvenir..."
"There are a lot of Red Flag dals in circulation; you can find them on the market, it's unlikely anyone would specifically make a fake one, right?"
Afterwards, Natasha, puzzled, weighed the dal in her hand. She looked at Steve and said, "Are you planning to defect to the communists? Isn't it a bit late for that?"
"Don't joke." Steve said with a serious face, "We found this in the office at the Schiller Sanatorium. Now we suspect that his wife may have been contemporary with you, and may have undergone genetic modification as well, perhaps also a product of the Red Room..."
"Impossible." Natasha promptly denied this fact. She then turned her gaze to the dal. Steve looked at her beautiful face, but there was no expression on it. This female agent always managed to control her emotions well.
"Maybe you don't know about those tis and I don't want to talk much about it because it was long ago. But no matter what, it is impossible for anyone, other than , to have gained immortality through modification."
Natasha took a deep breath and began her story:
"I was born in Stalingrad in 1928. At that ti, the first five-year plan of the Soviet Union had just begun, and everything was in its early stages, including intelligence work."
"No country in the world doesn't need special agents. After realizing this, they started selecting gifted children for training. I was one of those to undergo modification."
"And the children who were modified at the sa ti as yourself?"
"There were no children modified at the sa ti as ." Natasha sighed, looking at Stark, she said, "At that ti, World War II had broken out, and Stalingrad had beco a battleground. The Soviet Union was fully invested in the war, and the focus of the intelligence community had shifted to warti intelligence. The Red Room project had been shelved."
"Furthermore, at the ti, the level of technology wasn't as advanced. I was the only one to undergo modification. Luckily, it was successful."
"You could understand it this way: Captain Arica and I had the sa experience. We were both super soldiers created for war, and our success cannot be replicated. There isn't a second Captain Arica in the United States, nor a second Black Widow in the Soviet Union."
Natasha's words convinced Steve because Steve himself knew that the super soldier serum was only successful on him. More than 70 years have passed, and there is still only one Captain Arica.
If it is necessary to state the reason, in addition to luck, the technology of that era indeed was not so advanced. Steve rembered what he heard from a worker before the experint began, that this was a huge project, it had nearly bankrupted the army, but in the end, there was only one successful case.
Although the United States was not as wealthy as it is now, the Soviet Union was the sa, and even more so as they had to face the enemy on the front lines. The strategic decision not to lean in this direction was, therefore, justified.
"Or, in other words..." stated Natasha with arms crossed, "If they could have produced a squad of at that ti, would the front line have been so brutally fought?"
Stark and Steve both nodded. At this ti, Stark suddenly asked, "So, you defected because they took a chance with your life through human experintation?"
Natasha let out a derisive snort and said, "You don't know how glad I was when they told I had been selected for the experint. It was the happiest day of my life because I thought I could finally use this powerful strength to dedicate my life to a great nation."
Stark noticed Steve turned his head away, emotion evident on his face as he clearly knew more about Natasha's past.
"In essence, Steve and I are no different. You're not in a position to bla who is risking lives. After all, Captain Arica is also the product of a human experint. We were both created to respond to war, neither of us is superior or inferior than the other. The only difference is, your ho still exists, while I..."
Natasha shook her head. Stark saw that when Natasha looked at the dal again, there was a hint of a different emotion in her eyes.
But quickly, the female agent regained her composure and said, "I think your conjectures are all nonsense. You Aricans love these lodramatic scenarios."
"Firstly, I am the only one to acquire immortality from the genes. The other Red Room agents have long been dead."
"Secondly..." Natasha picked up the dal using two fingers and brought it close to her eyes, "Do you think just anyone could receive this dal?"
"I admit, the late Soviets loved issuing dals, but judging from this dal's manufacturing technique, it should be an early Red Flag dal, quite significant indeed."
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