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"Update on Natasha." Nick Fury sent Natasha on a mission to track down a crime boss, but suddenly disappeared.

"She went missing an hour ago. There is a guy who claims to have seen her." Maria responds

"Where is he?"

"He hacked into our system and is playing on a screen." Maria takes Nick to the screen that the guy is on. The guy's face is covered by a mask, which contains nothing but a spiral on it."

"Hello Nick Fury. That is your name, right?" I say.

"What do you want?"

"I want to show you something. You're here for Natasha, correct?"

"Where is she?"

"See for yourself." I move out of frame, revealing a stage. There is a person sitting on a chair on the stage. I move the camera closer to the stage, and it becomes abundantly clear that person is Natasha. Instead of wearing her catsuit, she wears a black leotard with a black tutu "You see Natasha here was going for this random crime boss, but I knocked her unconscious, drained all of her memories and intelligence until she is brain dead, and used a bunch of nanobots to place a device with a receiver directly on her brain. My remote control is connected to the device. And here is what it does!" I press the button on my remote and Natasha stands up. She is blank faced.

"Natasha? Can you hear me?"

"She can't hear you Nick. She's braindead, remember?"

"Give her back."

"I can't do that Nick. And even if I wanted to, you can't turn her back. She's braindead."

Nick Fury was shocked. This guy had basically killed his best agent, all for what?

"Now, I'm sure you want to see what she does." A jukebox plays Black Swan (Tchaikovsky). Natasha starts dancing around, like a ballerina. Her dancing was graceful, as if she had been a ballerina her entire life. I cut off the connection between me and Nick.

"That was a success. Now that guarantees they will never come after Natasha." I chuckle, knowing that even if they get Natasha, they can't bring her back to normal. Natasha continues dancing to the music. I turn the music off and she stops dancing, standing at the stage, waiting for music to play. But, I press the button on my remote. Her eyes shut and she collapses on the stage. I get on the stage and carry her to my room, which used to be the dressing room of this abandoned theatre. I place her on my bed, face down. I remove her tutu and toss it to the side. I lie down and place my head on her ass. I tuck myself in bed. I had looked at her memories from a usb stick, and found out many great people to turn in to my personal dancers. But for now, I would drift off to sleep, smiling at the fact that the great Black Widow is now a mindless dancer/pillow...

(sorry for the low quality on this one, i just wanted to finally finish this rp as it took almost 5 months for its completion)

Description
"Update on Natasha." Nick Fury sent Natasha on a mission to track down a crime boss, but suddenly disappeared.

"She went missing an hour ago. There is a guy who claims to have seen her." Maria responds

"Where is he?"

"He hacked into our system and is playing on a screen." Maria takes Nick to the screen that the guy is on. The guy's face is covered by a mask, which contains nothing but a spiral on it."

"Hello Nick Fury. That is your name, right?" I say.

"What do you want?"

"I want to show you something. You're here for Natasha, correct?"

"Where is she?"

"See for yourself." I move out of frame, revealing a stage. There is a person sitting on a chair on the stage. I move the camera closer to the stage, and it becomes abundantly clear that person is Natasha. Instead of wearing her catsuit, she wears a black leotard with a black tutu "You see Natasha here was going for this random crime boss, but I knocked her unconscious, drained all of her memories and intelligence until she is brain dead, and used a bunch of nanobots to place a device with a receiver directly on her brain. My remote control is connected to the device. And here is what it does!" I press the button on my remote and Natasha stands up. She is blank faced.

"Natasha? Can you hear me?"

"She can't hear you Nick. She's braindead, remember?"

"Give her back."

"I can't do that Nick. And even if I wanted to, you can't turn her back. She's braindead."

Nick Fury was shocked. This guy had basically killed his best agent, all for what?

"Now, I'm sure you want to see what she does." A jukebox plays Black Swan (Tchaikovsky). Natasha starts dancing around, like a ballerina. Her dancing was graceful, as if she had been a ballerina her entire life. I cut off the connection between me and Nick.

"That was a success. Now that guarantees they will never come after Natasha." I chuckle, knowing that even if they get Natasha, they can't bring her back to normal. Natasha continues dancing to the music. I turn the music off and she stops dancing, standing at the stage, waiting for music to play. But, I press the button on my remote. Her eyes shut and she collapses on the stage. I get on the stage and carry her to my room, which used to be the dressing room of this abandoned theatre. I place her on my bed, face down. I remove her tutu and toss it to the side. I lie down and place my head on her ass. I tuck myself in bed. I had looked at her memories from a usb stick, and found out many great people to turn in to my personal dancers. But for now, I would drift off to sleep, smiling at the fact that the great Black Widow is now a mindless dancer/pillow...

(sorry for the low quality on this one, i just wanted to finally finish this rp as it took almost 5 months for its completion)