A/N Hey... It's been a long while since I've written anything. I mean like four months. So I'm sorry if I'm a little rusty. Anyway, welcome to my new story, Forgotten, it's written (so far) from Natasha's Point of view, and though I don't plan to change that, things don't always go to plan. I think that's it, so bye and review if you're feeling nice.
Having a sister is like having a best friend you can't get rid of. You know whatever you do, they'll still be there. ~Amy Li
Twenty eight years ago, in 1986, I was born.
Twenty six years ago my sister was born.
Twenty four years ago I celebrated my fourth birthday like nothing would ever go wrong.
Twenty two years ago my parents and my sister were killed and I joined the Red Room.
Twenty years ago I learnt how to speak English.
Eighteen years ago I started getting lessons on how to kill people.
Sixteen years ago I was sent on my first mission, to get information on something.
Fourteen years ago I killed my first man.
Twelve years ago I was made a conscious decision that I wanted to leave the Red Room.
Ten years ago I left the Red Room and became a freelance assassin.
Eight years ago Clint brought me in to S.H.I.E L.D.
Six years ago Budapest happened.
Four years ago I became Tony Stark's PA for a month or two.
Two years ago the Avengers happened.
Of course all this didn't happen on the same day, just what I would say happened over the year if I was told I had to say one thing. It would either be that or my kill count for that year. This year hasn't had anything noteworthy yet, but it's only nearing the end of March. This year I have killed too many people, been annoyed by Tony Stark too many times and haven't seen Clint much. I was on a mission alone until January 17th, but he was sent on one on the 16th. Then I was sent on one with Cap until February 6th, when Clint was back too. We did one mission together before Fury sent him on something top secret in Europe and I've trained rookies til now. He's not due to return any time soon, but knowing Clint he'll do something stupid to get himself hurt or captured. No, he probably won't. He is supposed to be Hawkeye.
I'm required to be at HQ today from nine til five, training newbies and doing whatever else Fury or Hill require me to do. This year brings only two promising new recruits, a man and a woman, who with years of experience could be quite good. Today we're starting actual sparring, so far we've only done it with those karate dummies, which although are useful, aren't really the same thing. Of course I haven't shown them any of my sparring, because it's the best bit when they get too cocky.
So I begin with asking who wants to go up against me first, and a strong man named Andrew walks forward. He's the type that always do. They think I'm small and easily beatable but I know there's agents that are just in the gym today to watch this. "I'll go easy on you," I smile, giving him a false sense of hope. Before he can reply a young agent who's recently been helping me named Ella says go. He tries to punch me in the stomach but I jump backwards, causing him to stumble a little. He bends again to go in to another punch. Using this I push down on his shoulders and jump above him, wrapping my thighs around his neck. Theres an echo of laughs as I unwrap my legs from his neck and stand up to face the group. I am about go speak when another agent rushes in to the gym.
"Agent Romanoff, Fury says he needs you. He says I'm to take over this." The agent tells me and I suddenly remember his name.
"Okay, Agent Matthews. We've only just begun. Is it because of Agent Barton?" I really do hope Clint hasn't done something stupid because I always seem to be clearing up his mess.
"I don't think so." Matthews says and I nod to her and the recruits, taking the elevator to one of the highest floors to see Director Fury.
He's waiting for me, eyepatch and all at his door, not inviting me in but taking, me back down the elevator again, hitting the button for the interrogation rooms. "You are being put on a special case Agent Romanoff. The girl you are going to see... She's difficult. We've been trying for a few days and we haven't got anything out of her, not even a name. She killed an agent in New York, and we want to know why. You'll be on this until she cracks. Use any means necessary but please don't kill her. She doesn't seem like an agent of anything though. You need to break her for us."
"I will do whatever I am required to, sir." I say, and he sighs as he knows I have sunk back in to a monotonous voice like I always do when I haven't see Clint in a little while. He knows about us, as does Hill, and they're the only two since Coulson... passed.
"Good luck. Report to me if you find anything." He replies and then leaves me at interrogation room number five. I enter and lock the door behind me. The girl doesn't speak. She has red hair and green eyes just like me. I go up to her and begin to untie her bonds, letting her free from the chair. Giving her false hope. It's all in the psychology. She smiles at me and it immediately dissolves, in to an expression of shock.
"Shit Nat..." She whispers. "What the hell have you become?"
"Who are you?" I ask, rather quietly.
"I'm offended."
"What, that I don't know who you are?" I ask confused.
"Obviously, what else have we talked about?" This girl is sassy.
"That you don't think much of what I've become. So I'll ask again. Who are you?" I say this more fiercely, hoping she'll break. Just my luck that she doesn't.
"Remember. You know me. Back before the f**king Red Room bastards. Back you had a life. We both did." Red room she's working for the Red Room, but she wants to leave like I did. I have to help her. But we? Did I know her before they took my life away.
"What the hell are you on about?"
"You know. Remember." Obviously I don't know, other wise I wouldn't ask you now would I?
"What's your name?" I say this as fiercely as I have all this while I've been in here.
She begins to speak in Russian her words muddling in to each other so fast I can't understand until she says, "Наталья слушать меня, пожалуйста" Natalia listen to me, please. "Меня зовут Ева." My name's Eva.
Eva. Her name's Eva
