Natasha Romanoff slowly started to wake up. She felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and went to check for an injury, but her hands were restrained. She looked at her surroundings and saw that she was strapped to a hospital bed inside of a small,
white room. There was a steel door with no handle on the wall next to a large mirror with a speaker underneath.
She went to work on her restraints and quickly freed her left hand. She then undid the straps holding her other her feet. The Black Widow stood up and began to work on breaking the mirror. Her task was made more difficult by the fact that she was only
wearing a flimsy, white bikini, but she started to land thunderous elbow strikes on the glass. She was about to strike again when a voice interrupted her.
"Agent Romanoff, I'm going to have to ask you to stop trying to break my glass and sit back down. I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Natasha was about to laugh the man off and continue to try to break through the mirror, but she found herself lower her arms and sit back down on the bed.
"How did you do that?"
"I'll tell you in a moment. I'm going to come into the room, and you are going to remain seated and completely motionless."
"As soon as you open that door, I'm going to kill you."
The door opened and The Widow tried to leap into action, but could not move at all. A tall man in a purple suit entered the room and smiled at her.
"The legendary Black Widow, I must say, it's an honor to meet you."
"I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm going to break free and I'm going to kill you."
"I'm afraid you'll find that quite impossible. You see, I have powerful psychic powers. I am able to read and control minds, and you'll find that I already have a firm hold on yours."
"I have been trained to resist brainwashing. I'll break free."
"You see, I anticipated your training. In fact, I have practice circumventing SHIELD's anti-brainwashing safeguards. I recently managed to undo all of Agent May's training and reprogram her mind. I already removed all of your safeguards as well. I
don't like to the bulk of my work while the subject isn't awake and alert. It's much more fun when you think you can fight back."
Natasha knew that she was defeated. She could feel him in her mind, poking around and taking away her free will. Before long, she was unable to speak or move unless prompted to do so.
"OK, now that we have that out of the way I should explain what happens next. Normally I sell my girls to Wilson Fisk who then auctions them off to the highest bidder, but I found that you have made a lot of enemies who are willing to pay top dollar for
you before auction. And quite frankly, I'd feel better selling you to an oversees customer. Now would you like to meet your new owner?"
Natasha wanted to tell Killgrave to fuck off, but instead she heard her self respond sheepishly, "Yes master."
A familiar face walked through the door. It was Dmitri Smerdyakov, The Chameleon. He had managed to develop tech that allowed him to change his appearance. He had gone on a crime spree in eastern Europe before SHIELD sent The Black Widow in to stop
him. She was able to disable his tech and defeat The Chameleon. He was locked in a secret SHIELD facility in Siberia. Apparently, he had gotten out.
Natasha tried with every fiber of her being to attack Killgrave and The Chameleon, but she could do nothing but smile expectantly at her new owner.
"The great Black Widow completely helpless. This is a sight I have longed to see. You are going to come back to Russia with me and you are going to do everything I tell you to. You are going to fuck who I tell you to, kill who I tell you to, and steal
what I tell you to. You cost me years of my life, now you are going to make it up to me. Mr Killgrave was nice enough to charter us a private flight back to Russia, you are in for quite a ride until we get there. Are you ready for your new life?"
"Yes master."
Smerdyakov took Natasha by the hand and led her off to begin her new life as his slave. Killgrave left the holding cell and entered one a few doors down the hall. Inside was a bound and unconscious Maria Hill.