AN: Hello everyone. I was planning on releasing a different Marvel fanfic, but I was feeling a bit conflicted about that story and how it would progress. I decided to post a different Marvel fanfic that I felt more comfortable writing.
The premise for this story is pretty simple. Natasha Romanoff has a sister who didn't get out of the Red Room program until later. Sorry if the description was a bit lackluster, I hope this prologue gives you an idea of the future of the story.
This fic (besides the prologue) takes place after Captain America: Winter Soldier.
Prologue chapter, so it's a bit short.
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel
Warnings: Lot's of violence
Enjoy!
A Room Painted Red
Yekaterina Romanova looked down upon her trainer. Madame B always had the perfect fair, clean red lipstick, perfectly manicured nails.
Now she was beaten and bloody. Her nails were cracked and chipped. Her lipstick smeared, mixing with the blood leaking out of her mouth.
To Yekaterina she was the devil.
Pushing her to do better even when she was perfect. Forcing her into the graduation ceremony that made her sterile. The one that forced her older sister Natalia into the same ceremony two years before Yekaterina underwent the process as well.
She was admitted to the Red Room program despite being two years younger than her sister.
Yekaterina loved her sister. Her sister was her role model. Her best friend. The person who comforted her when Yekaterina took a particularly bad beating during training. The person who loved her unconditionally.
The Red Room separated the two, forcing Natalia to go out on long term missions, leaving her sister without anyone to hold her at night, to comfort her, to encourage her, to love her.
Her sister, Natalia, became the Black Widow at age 16. She left the Red Room when she was 18 in 2002, joining the organization called SHIELD.
Madame B told Yekaterina that her sister was killed by her enemies.
When Yekaterina heard this she almost cried. Only her training kept her face emotionless and her eyes dry when she heard the news.
Only when she was sure she was alone did she let the silent tears flow down her face. Her thoughts screamed in agony. The most important person in her life was supposedly gone. Never to be seen again.
Her mind ran on auto-pilot for months at a time. She trained tirelessly, wanting to live up to her sister's moniker of Black Widow.
Her dream was to become the next Black Widow, but of course Madame B laughed at her dream. The Madame told her that she will never become as good as her sister.
So Yekaterina worked harder, became ruthless in her assassinations. Was a brutal opponent to face in combat.
She used all types of scorpion venom in her assassinations. She dipped her knives in scorpion venom. She spiked drink with scorpion venom. She injected scorpion venom.
She became the Deathstalker.
Every military organization in the world knew her name. Her assassinations were heard of across the world. She was unstoppable. No target deterred her. No enemy scared her. Man, woman, or child it didn't matter to her. To her, all are equal in the eyes of death.
She was Death's greatest donator.
She wished her sister was there to congratulate her. To greet her everytime she returned from a mission, just like Yekaterina did for her all those years ago. She wished her sister was able to see her now.
Yekaterina managed to banish these thoughts out of her mind. The mission came first. Her grief could come later.
Little did she know Natalia Romanova, now Natasha Romanoff, knew the deeds of the Deathstalker. Natasha Romanoff studied the Deathstalker religiously. Studying the patterns of this new assassin.
Natasha discovered that the Deathstalker was extremely well versed in poisons and stealth. An expert in infiltration and assassination.
And like Yekaterina, Natasha never forgot about her sister. And like Yekaterina, Natasha loved her sister. Natasha fondly remembered the days they slept in the same bed. Or when her sister would snuggle into her side when they slept.
She missed the close familial connection she had with her younger sister. Clint was like a brother to her, but it was never the same, never as strong as it was with her younger sister.
Natasha vowed to herself that one day she would find her sister. Natasha had her suspicions about the identity of Deathstalker. There was a possibility that the elusive assassin was her sister.
But that didn't matter to Natasha, her sister was her sister. The person she loved most in the world. No matter how dangerous, Natasha would love her all the same. Natasha couldn't wait to be with her sister again.
Now back to Yekaterina.
In two years she became the deadly and dangerous Deathstalker. The most feared assassin alive. The Commandant and Madame B were able to keep the fact that Black Widow defected and most certainly not dead.
It was only when Yekaterina was 18 herself when she learned this fact. She had overheard a heated conversation about her sister's "death". Madame B and the Commandant.
Yekaterina nearly turned the corner when she heard the hushed whispering echoing down the hallway.
"Она должна быть устранена. Черная вдова слишком опасна для поддержания жизни! (She must be eliminated. The Black Widow is too much of a threat to keep alive!)" exclaimed the Commandant in a loud whisper. "Отправьте одну из своих девочек, чтобы позаботиться о ней. (Send one of your girls to take care of her.)"
"Один не просто убивает Черную Вдову. (One does not simply kill the Black Widow.)" Madame B sounded incredulous. The Black Widow was her greatest creation, what the Commandant was suggesting was simply ridiculous.
At this point Yekaterina tuned out the conversation.
Her sister was alive. The person she loved most in this world was alive. Her happiness quickly turned into murderous anger.
They lied to her. About something so important, so monumental. This could have changed her life, she would have fought to the death to leave the KGB. Left to find her sister, to be with her again.
Next time she has the chance, she will kill them. The commandant and Madame B will pay a high price for keeping this information from her.
It had taken nearly two years of waiting, waiting, waiting. There were always too many guards in the base or someone was keeping a close eye on her. They must have suspected something was up because they kept here in that grey compound for years, she was basically a prisoner.
Finally her chance came, for one reason or another most of the guards were out of the base celebrating some indistinct holiday. Most of the guards on site would probably lazy and non alerted to a possible attack, especially from the inside, and from one of their best assets.
The Madame and Commandant ordered her to the Commandant's office. Yekaterina wasn't sure why, they gave her no missions in the last few years, something was up.
As she neared the office she saw the two guards standing on either side of the door. There were also another two guards walking the hallways. All had assault rifles, Russian made of course, and all seem to be relaxed. The hallway guards no less than 5 minutes to reach the office on another round of their patrol.
If she timed this just right, she would be able to get out of the facility. She'd have to kill at least 15 guards to get out if she was lucky. Eh, no problem.
As Yekaterina entered the Commandant's office she noticed another man, dressed in all black. She immediately noticed the skull and tentacles patch on his shoulder.
A Hydra agent, that was unexpected. All high level KGB agents had been debriefed on Hydra. An uncertain ally that couldn't be trusted.
Yekaterina herself was wary of Hydra. Whatever they wanted with her was not good. She could see it in the man's gaze. His eyes were cold, calculating. His posture rigid, hands behind his back. It was like he looking at a particularly fierce zoo animal.
Hydra was not a nest she wouldn't usually, willingly, kick. But this was for her sister, so she could get back to her. His death didn't mean anything to her, just another corpse.
The Commandant sat behind the desk, the Madame sitting in front of the desk. The Hydra man stood to her right. The Commandant began speaking, motioning to the man standing next to him. Both were very serious, Madame B was also listening intently.
But Yekaterina wasn't listening. She was counting seconds. The guards patrolling the hallways would be at the peak of their rounds, as far away from the office as possible.
3...2...1, now. She abruptly stood and whipped out the Glock she had tucked into her belt. She planted a bullet into the head of Commandant, her aim snapped the Hydra man, another bullet another brain.
She smashed the butt of the gun into the face of the Madame. The two guards rushed into the room. Their guns weren't even raised. Amateurs. She popped a few more shots killing the two guards. Their lifeless bodies slumping against the door frame.
She looked down at the Madame for a brief moment. Seeing her bruised face, broken nails, smeared lipstick. She smiled, too bad she couldn't have more fun with the Madame before she died.
The Madame couldn't get out a word before she was executed.
She rushed out of the office, snatching one of the AK-47s off of the fallen guard. The safety was on. Jesus, they really were as bad as she thought.
She sprinted down the bland grey walls off the 's KGB base.
Boots were rushing after her, but not in sight. She turned a corner and waited until the sounds of boots came closer. She abruptly turned the corner and squeezed the trigger. Shooting controlled bursts into the chests of four guards. They fell to the ground, blood pooling around their dark grey gorgets.
She continued down the hallway and spotted three more guards in front of her. She quickly slid to one knee and put bullets into all three with practiced precision.
She turned another corner and literally ran into two more guards. They were too slow to react as she snapped one of their windpipes with a quick palm strike. The second man threw a sloppy punch. She easily trapped his arm and snapped in at the elbow.
The man's screaming was quickly cut off when Yekaterina shoved the barrel of her glock on his temple and pulled the trigger. Decorating the walls with his brains and blood.
She was so close the forest door. Which would lead her to the outskirts of and the countryside of Russia, to freedom, to her sister.
She snatched a grenade off of the brainless guard. She heard more boots approaching. She pulled the pin and sprinted forward, it took a few seconds but she finally reached the corner of the hallway and spotted seven more guards rushing down the hallway.
She tossed the primed grenade into their midst. It only took a split second before an explosion and men's screams started ringing through halls. The deafening explosion ripped off limbs, shook off decade old dust from the ceiling. The grey painted halls now brightened by a mess of red and pink.
Yekaterina jumped over dead bodies, screaming, bleeding out men, detached limbs, ruined weapons.
She sprinted to the green door that lead out to the suburbs of . Into the cold forest surrounding the compound.
She breathed deeply. The crisp cold air invaded her nostrils. She exhaled. The scent of pine still lingering in her nose. She was finally free.
Her legs pumped her faster and faster through the woods.
She was already on most country's wanted list. Adding Russia was like a drop of water in a lake.
Hydra on the other hand was an entirely new monster. A rainstorm that floods the lake.
With Hydra on her tail, it will be a long time before she is able to see her sister again. The thought saddens her, although anyone looking at her wouldn't know this. It was worth it though.
Her sister was alive and safe. If Yekaterina couldn't find Natalia, then maybe Natalia can find Yekaterina.
Yekaterina Lyudmila Romanova escaped the KGB on May 1st, 2006.
For years to come she kept her Deathstalker name. She finally settled in southern France and became a mercenary for hire in 2009.
Hydra's best agents were sent after her. After the death of one of their head agents at the KGB branch in , Yekaterina became one of their most wanted people. If they could capture her and use the memory wipe procedure on her, she could become one of their best assets. They have yet to capture her.
In 2012 Catherine Romanoff a.k.a. Yekaterina Romanova finally saw a picture of her sister on TV. Her sister had battled aliens in New York, her sister was a hero. Black Widow was not only a feared assassin but a revered hero.
In 2014 Hydra orchestrated the downfall of SHIELD. Natasha Romanoff was under heavy scrutiny after she released thousands of classified Hydra documents. Some documents held information on both the infamous Black Widow and the Deathstalker.
Finally after years of waiting the two sisters finally reunited after 12 years of waiting the two sisters finally reunited in Paris in 2014.
AN: I am a relatively new writer so bare with me as I learn the ropes of writing fiction, creating complex relationships, fight scenes, etc.
So I hope you enjoyed that first prologue chapter. I'm not used to writing longer chapters (5k+ words) but I want to start doing so. Thanks!
