Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

The stark white skeleton lay there silently, the stench of blood mingling with a sense of emptiness after liberation, permeating the air of the sixth underground level.

There was no crying, no screaming; all the girls simply stood quietly, looking at the pile of bones, as if bidding farewell to their unbearable past.

Antonia sheathed her dagger, walked up to Peter, and bowed deeply. Her voice was still a little hoarse, but incredibly clear: "Thank you."

The girls behind her also bowed in unison.

"Alright, alright, get up, everyone." Peter waved his hand, adopting a nonchalant "it's a small matter, don't bother" attitude. "Now that you've avenged your great wrong, what are your plans next?"

These words caused another moment of silence in the room.

"You are free." Peter looked around at the group of girls whose average age was no more than twenty, and said calmly, "From today onwards, you are no longer anyone's tool. You can have your own names and live the lives you want."

Freedom?

This word is too unfamiliar and too heavy for them.

From the time they could remember, they received inhuman training in the Red House; their world consisted only of missions, obedience, and killing.

Now that the shackles that bound them have been smashed, they are like birds that have been caged for too long, and for a moment they don't know how to fly.

A sense of bewilderment was written on everyone's face.

Natasha looked at them, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

She understood that feeling all too well, just like when she left the Red House and stood on the streets of New York for the first time, looking at the bustling streets, yet feeling out of place with the whole world.

After a long silence, Yelena suddenly sighed:

"We can't do anything but kill. Does this world really need people like us?"

These words clearly resonated with the girls, who all wore expressions of inferiority, as if they were abandoned children of the world.

Seeing their confused and helpless expressions, Peter hesitated for a moment before finally speaking:

"I have an idea, but of course, I'm just saying it offhand, and I don't care whether you accept it or not."

"My adoptive parents are planning to open a charitable foundation in New York. If you really have nowhere else to go, you can work there."

"Helping more people in need and experiencing the warmth of society might help you resolve your inner conflicts."

"Of course, if any of you don't want to deal with too many people, you can also try opening a small farm together in the countryside."

At this point, Peter kicked the skeleton on the ground:

"This guy must have amassed a lot of ill-gotten gains, enough for you to buy a farm and enjoy an undisturbed rural life."

"In addition, you can form a mutual aid society to hunt down those rich people who are heartless and cruel, or those scumbags who deceive people's feelings."

"If you feel that you have fully integrated into this society during this process, then you are free to leave and enjoy your own life."

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After Peter finished speaking, the entire office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The girls looked at each other, and finally Yelena, who was relatively outgoing, spoke up:

"Great idea! No wonder he's my brother-in-law. I've decided, I'm going to join your family's foundation."

Antonia, after a moment's thought, hesitantly spoke:

"I... I don't know how to do farm work."

"That's easy," Peter said, turning his head to look at Natasha.

"I remember you said before that your mother ran a farm, right? How about we let the rest of the girls go with your mother to run a farm in the countryside near New York?"

Natasha naturally nodded in agreement.

Antonia and the other girls were delighted to hear that they would have someone of their own to help them run the farm, and their eyes sparkled as they looked at Peter.

Yelena looked at her "comrades," then at Peter's composed expression, and finally quietly walked to Natasha's side and whispered:

"Hey, you need to keep an eye on your man and stop him from philandering!"

Natasha twitched her lips in exasperation upon hearing this, but after a moment she finally whispered in her younger sister's ear:

"I can't control him, but you can rest assured, he has very high standards and wouldn't even look at a little girl like you."

Yelena's round face immediately fell.

I hate older sisters the most!

……

After some deliberation, the girls in the Red Room split into three factions.

Most of the girls decided to join the Parker Foundation with Yelena.

Another group of girls planned to live a secluded, idyllic life with Antonia.

In the end, there were seven or eight girls left. They had become accustomed to the life of killing and completing missions and were willing to maintain the status quo.

Peter then established the "Black Rose" as planned, recruiting these girls to help him secretly monitor high-ranking politicians in Amelica and prevent them from plotting against his family.

After getting all the girls onto the Quinjet, Peter did not leave Europe immediately.

He also planned to do two things: pick up Natasha's mother, Melina, and her father, "Red Guard" Alexei Shostakov.

Although these two were merely Natasha's fake parents, those three years of undercover work were the only warm memories she had of family during her childhood.

Moreover, these fake parents are not heartless jerks; in fact, in the movie, they cherish their little family just as much.

Alexei, a member of the "Red Guard," later joined the Thunder Force along with Yelena.

Peter wanted Natasha to feel the warmth of home even when he wasn't around.

So he decided to pick up the two of them as well and take them to America with him.

……

Siberia, Prison No. 7.

This is the most heavily guarded prison in Russia, where the most vicious criminals are imprisoned.

An obese, middle-aged man with a full beard was arm wrestling, defeating one challenger after another while loudly boasting about his legendary feat of fighting "Captain America" ​​for three hundred rounds back in the day.

This man was Alexei Shostakov, a former "Red Guard".

"Who else! Who else dares to challenge my Red Guards!"

The Red Guardian finally defeated all the challengers, laughing heartily and proudly displaying his biceps.

Just then, the prison alarms went off.

The heavy alloy door was kicked open from the outside, sunlight streamed in, and three figures appeared in the doorway.

The red guard narrowed his eyes, but when he saw who it was, he was stunned.

The three people standing before him were none other than his family members, whom he had longed for in his memories for many years.

After rubbing his eyes casually, pretending not to care, the red guard grinned smugly and charged forward with outstretched arms:

"My little Natasha! And my little Yelena, I knew you would never forget your heroic father!"