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Америка: Nadsat
The Gentle Preservation of Children’s Minds - Irving
Decades have passed since Natasha saw that face last. Blonde hair was now fully blanched silver, and the wrinkles at the creases of her mouth etched deeper into softer flesh. Regal and grandmotherly. Natasha hears the timbre of Madame’s voice in her head, her insistence on calm, clarity, precision...the resonance of pleasure when Natasha’s shot rang true.
Remember when they used to make us wake up and spray all the blood from the flowers it was so hot, in the afternoon they told us that we couldn't stop until the garden bloomed
Bombshells & Pin-ups - Veruca Salt
"What was done to me, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone else. I wish I hadn’t done the things I did. But I don’t... It made me what I am, it’s part of me, and I like what I can do."
Self-induced, psychotic, synthetic, sing-a-holic This is not the best way to grow up There are better bombshells and pinups
Refuse/Resist - Apocalyptica
She pulls off the gloves and begins unwinding the hand wraps, black to differentiate them from Tony's white ones. She smirks, “Meditation.”
Silence means death Stand on your feet Inner fear Your worst enemy Refuse, Resist
Lucretia, My Reflection - The Black Kites
Child super soldiers. He still can’t quite wrap his head around that when he looks at Natasha; or maybe he can, and it just makes too much sense to seem strange.
I hear the roar of a big machine Two worlds and in between Love lost, fire at will Dum-dum bullets and shoot to kill, I hear Dive, bombers, and Empire down
Tightrope - Janelle Monáe
Natasha packs the challenging look away like folding up an umbrella, looks at Steve and then glances to Bruce, and finally sizes up Tony as she walks past him toward the door. “Then let’s jam.”
Some callin' me a sinner Some callin' me a winner I'm callin' you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean
Smells Like Teen Spirit - Scala
The sound of Madame’s voice addressing the children starts an alternate track running in Natasha’s head, emphasizing the flashes of recognition amid the Texas humidity. Young women throwing themselves at each task before them with raw ambition, grabbing the opportunity of this training like a life preserver. The well-scrubbed faces of children bent to their studies but blank of any expression of curiosity or play.
Load up on guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's overboard, self assured Oh no I know, a dirty word
Disinformation - Buffy Saint-Marie
The widow hashtag becomes a seine net hauling up the chthonic sexist id of the internet, while Anonymous starts targeting Stark personally as a guy looking to transplant Russian oligarchy in American soil.
Coincidence and likely stories They dog your trail like a pack of lies They whine at night when the lights are out You toss and turn, you pitch and roll Disinformation, you spin it like a silkworm
Under My Thumb - The Rolling Stones
When she comes back and Natasha offers herself up, Madame’s smile is the first genuine one Natasha thinks she’s ever seen.
Under my thumb The squirmin' dog who's just had her day Under my thumb A girl who has just changed her ways
Ne Nehledej (Stop Searching) - Iva Bittova
It’s trying to fish his name from the depth of memory that puts the first fissure in the conditioning, starts the cracks that will bring it down. One bullet. One name. All of that blood, maroon clashing with the rouge of the room. She’s not concerned with why, not then. Just needs to scratch the itch of the unknown.
No, no one seek I do not know myself where where to hide
BBB - How to Destroy Angels
A memory wipe is a storm to weather. Madame’s new method is subtler, softer, far more persistent, and Natasha can see how it could erode as devastatingly as water.
No more Thought control You do What you're told
Furnace Room Lullaby - Neko Case
It’s reassuring that the gloves are off, that she’s become one of the girls again in Madame’s eyes. Now Natasha will learn by doing.
I twisted you over and under to take you The coals went so wild as they swallowed the rest I twisted you under and under to break you I just couldn't breathe with your throne on my chest
Lolita - Suzanne Vega
“Thank you, Madame.” Ameena bows her head, but her eyes flick to Natasha’s feet, and the girl is undoubtedly studying her in her peripheral vision. “I suggest evac down the rat hole.”
Hey girl Don't be a dog all your life Don't beg for Some little crumb of affection
The Job’s a Game - Apollo Up
For the first time in perhaps decades, she has absolutely no idea what expression she is making, and this is the reason she turns back to Ameena, to try to read it on the young woman’s face.
in every job that must be done there is an element of fun this job is the same we’re changing the name assigning the blame to someone better qualified
Wet Nightmare - Lozen
Natasha leans toward her, not sure if she’s trying to breathe her way around nausea or sobbing, “We are weapons, Trinh. But so’s anyone who knows how something’s put together--engineers, doctors, they all know how to break something beyond repair.
hey woman I just wanted to know what did it feel like when you sold your soul did it feel like dying or being reborn or did you feel the same as you did before
The Best Ever Death Metal Band in Denton - The Mountain Goats
He sits up, lounge chair creaking, and looks at her. “Turning out bigger than the people and circumstances that made you? That’s such an amazing thing.”
when you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you. the best ever death metal band out of Denton will in time both outpace and outlive you. hail Satan!