Title: Black Shoe
Author: Evil_Little_Dog
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: This is a derivative work, and, as such, I make absolutely no money writing this. Darn the luck.
Summary: Natasha's claiming her independence.
Notes: Prompt from Comment_Fic on LJ.
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
There are bonds, though some would call them much worse. Natasha ignores them, and accepts her payments, and does her job. That her job is destroying people, killing, some would call it out-right murder, that is her choice.
Isn't it?
But there is only so much death that one can deal before questions arise. Why this man, and not that? Why kill at all?
"You take liberties," she's told.
Liberties taken, she's punished. Reminded of the bonds. The shackles. The chains.
Her queries become silent, though she still questions. And now, she plans, and considers, and plans some more. And when it's time, she walks away, leaving destruction in her wake.
The flames explode skyward, painting the clouds in shades of red and gold and orange. The men who taught her are gone. And another future waits for her in her rebirth.
Note: Title and first two lines from Sylvia Plath's poem, "Daddy".