Run This Town

I'm the person who would start a new fic while having several unfinished ones out, but I can't help it _ . I promise to update "Dancing Flames," it's on my Romanogers fic list okay guys.

I'm just treading new AU territory with this fic. I also wanna thank some people on Tumblr (you know who you are) for helping me with some of the ideas for this. This is going to be a mafia/Bratva AU fic. Bratva is basically Russian mafia, ya'll can thank Arrow for giving me that word.

Summary: this was a game of survival, the rule? Don't get caught

Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of any characters used

ENJOY!

Natalia Alianova Romanov

The adopted daughter of the Red Room's Pakhan, Ivan Petrovitch, and the successor of this Bratva. Her father was Ivan's predecessor during his time of the living. It wasn't until after coming back from Natalia's dance recital that the family was in an accident. A drunk driver running through a red light causing his vehicle to crash into the Romanov's limo. It was during a snowy February that the six year old had become an orphan and Ivan rising as the new head, godfather, of the famous Red Room. Ivan had treated Natalia as his own daughter, seeing as Nicholas had made him Natalia's godparent, and treated her well with love and care. The brown haired man had also taught her the world in which her father had lived, knowing that one day see will be the new Pakhan of the Red Room.

He watched as she grew up to be not only beautiful but smart as well. While he loved the young girl, Ivan knew that she would have to harden herself, he would show her love but would be strict if she stepped out of line. Thus Natalia had become lethal as she learned how to handle weapons, kill a man with only one hand behind her back, and to hide in the shadows. Ivan smiled at the woman she had now become, no longer the same six year old child he cared for, but now a twenty-three year old who was capable of taking care of herself. Yes, he knew that he had made her into a woman that Nicholas would be proud of.

Those who worked for the Red Room knew to fear her, that it was foolish to mock her small appearance. New recruits were given an hour lecture about not to cross her and if they did, they would learn the hard way. Many men lusted after her while women envied her beauty. Those who worked alongside the Red Room were unhappy about Natalia joining their meetings, saying that it was unfit for a woman to join them, then the man who said such words, found themselves bleeding as Natalia swiftly threw a knife into his shoulder.

Natalia's actions earned her the name:

Black Widow

"It sounds so stupid," she frowned as she passed people whispering.

Ivan looked up from his papers and smiled at her, "My daughter, being called a black widow should be an honor."

"Black widows are nothing but stupid arachnids."

"You have much to learn," he got up from his chair and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his other hand lifting her chin, "a black widow is a deadly arachnid, they are notorious for killing their mates." Ivan placed a loving kiss on her forehead. "Embrace the title, make it yours, Black Widow will be a name that people will fear."

And so it was, Natalia had a specialized black leather jacket customized for her, a red hourglass on the back, but people knew that it was to represent the black widow. Not only was she feared within the mafia circle but amongst civilians as well. People knew about her when stories spread about how she beaten a group of guys to death as they were harassing a young female college student. Natalia would smile as she would hear people whisper: Black Widow.

Though Natalia was not stupid either.

"I do not need a bodyguard," an nineteen year old Natalia pointed at tall muscular young man.

Ivan sighed at his spot, "I fear for your safety Natalia. Your parents entrusted your well-being to me."

She crossed her arms, "I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"I know that, but you make too much noise out there in the light."

"I stop myself from killing anyone, I only maim them."

The Pakhan frowned, "My daughter, one day you will attract the eyes of the police. I cannot risk your safety just because you have the need to save people. You are not a hero Natalia, remember that."

The red haired woman lowered her head in shame. She knew better than to play hero, but she couldn't help it, it was in her blood to help others. "I know that."

"Alexei is a good man, he was recommended to me by an old friend of mine back in my army days. He's just going to keep an eye on you."

"Like a babysitter?" Natalia didn't like the fact she was being treated as a child.

"Think of me as a friend," the twenty year old spoke up.

She scoffed, "Yeah, a mother hen friend." With that, she stormed out of the office.

During the years she and Alexei became close and good friends. It wasn't until one day that after he had become Brigadier, that their world was destroyed.

"Did you hear what I said?"

Natalia shook her head, "I did hear you I'm not deaf." She scolded the ex-soldier.

"Yes," she cried out, "yes I'll marry you."

The two gave a loving kiss, on the eve of Natalia's twenty-first birthday she was engaged and was happy.

When word got out that Alexei had proposed to Natalia, Ivan was furious and punished him. It wasn't until a few weeks that Natalia saw Alexei, she was surprised at how much his demeanor had changed. He was no longer the kind and gentle man that she remembered, but a hardened and cruel man. She watched as he continued to beat up one of the new recruits who had failed his job.

"Alexei, stop!" She grabbed his wrist and prevented him giving the new recruit another blow. She gasped as she saw the scars on his face as he turned around. His playful blue eyes were now ice cold. "What happened to you?"

Alexei let out a cruel laugh, "This is the price for being in love with you Natalia. The price of loving the Black Widow."

Natalia quickly rushed into Ivan's office. "How could you?!" He motioned his visitor to leave and close the door. Once the door was shut, she let out all her anger. "How could you hurt him?! Alexei is a good man, a good and loyal man!"

Ivan stood up and placed his hands on his desk. "A good and loyal man yes. But a fool for being in love with you."

"What's so wrong with us being in love? We aren't hurting anyone."

Walking around his desk, the brown haired male stood in front of her, she winced as he gripped her arm tightly. "Are you forgetting what I have taught you? A Pakhan cannot have any weakness, you must not have any weakness. Once people see your weakness, they will exploit it and hurt you. I have trained you, taught you not to be weak." Ivan snarled at her, "Love is weakness and it will kill you." He pulled the engagement ring off of her and threw it into the fireplace, the roaring flames consuming it. "I will give you the most important lesson in life Natalia. Love is for children."

As soon as he left the room, she broke down on her knees and cried.

"P-please Madam Widow, have mercy," a recruit begged as she pointed her gun at her.

Her icy cold emerald eyes stared deep into his soul. "You have failed your job and thus failing the Red Room. There is no room for mercy." The twenty three old pulled the trigger, his dead body falling onto the ground. "And it's Black Widow."

Natalia turned around as she heard a soft feminine laugh. "Cruel as you are beautiful," a blonde haired woman entered the abandoned building. Natalia motioned the men around her to leave.

"Yelena," she smiled and the two women hugged. "It's been a while."

"Yes well, that's the life of a lawyer for you." Yelena looked at the dead man and shook her head. "I don't know how you do it."

"You just have a weak stomach," Natalia answered as she walked towards a table and placed her gun on it. "Then again killing just wasn't you."

The blonde smiled, "You know Natalia you'll never find a man if you keep acting like the way you are."

The red head leaned against the table and smiled at her friend. "Love is for children."

END

And here we have the first chapter of my newest story. Drop on by and tell me what you guys think.

Notes:

Bratva: Russian mafia

Pakhan: godfather

Brigadier: captain

I decided to make Yelena as a sister/friend to Natasha in this fic. Also this takes place in a Modern AU within New York.

Do not fear people, this is a Romanogers fic.