I haven't uploaded anything in a loooong time.
'Before I worked for SHIELD, I ah - well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn't care whom I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELD's radar in a bad way. Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call..." 'Drakoff daughter, Sao Paulo, The hospital file. Barton told me everything..." "You and I remember Budapest very differently..." This is about the only things that tells you anything about them. So here is my version of what happened.
"Fire!"
"The hospital! Get help! Someone, get help!"
"Where are the firemen?"
"It's too late now. It's gone."
"Who did this?"
"Was this just an accident?"
"No. it was that blasted Black Widow again."
A woman slowly moved to the back of the crowd. She slipped a shawl off of one woman's shoulders and a hat from another woman's shopping bag. She pulled the pink shawl over her tight black suit and the hat over her auburn hair. Still, no one paid attention. They were too focused on the hospital. It had been relatively empty and it was a small hospital.
The woman turned abruptly and crashed right into an older man. He angrily put his face right into hers. She could smell whiskey on his breath. She tried not to gag.
"Hey lady! Watch where you're go… The Black Widow! It's her! It's the Black Widow!" He yanked the hat off her head so the by-standers could see her face. She turned and ran. The shawl slipping off her shoulders into the mud. She shouldn't have stayed that long. She should have lit the fire and left.
As she ran, she glanced behind her at the angry crowd. Off to the side there was one man, she thought she had seen him before. He too was wearing all black. But what caught her eye was the black case he slipped off of his shoulder. Was it a gun?
The woman, Natasha Romanoff, came to an ally between two buildings. She could hear the crowed behind her. It wouldn't be easy, but she had to scale the building.
About halfway up she found a small window and slid into it. That way she could watch the crowed and not be seen. In seconds they were right below her. But after finding nothing they slowly, angrily, disappeared. Except for the one man. From where she was she could see him more clearly.
Very slowly she pulled a small camera from her boot. She got three pictures of him before he turned and left. Upon further examination she saw that there was some sort of symbol on his uniform. It was a sort of bird maybe? In a circle with lines, maybe representing wings, underneath. She watched him walk away, then followed.
"I'm sorry Director Furry. She's gone." The man spun around and instantly had his hand on that case again. Natasha couldn't hear the rest of his conversation. She slipped into her normal place. A basement below the local pub. There was a note sitting on the window sill. She grabbed it and slid through the window. The envelope was thick. She opened it and found a roll of money. Her hand was instantly on her leg where she pulled two small serrated daggers. There was a chuckling sound from the corner.
"The famous assassin Black Widow seems to be a bit on edge." He had been expecting her. She put the daggers back. They wouldn't do her much good now.
"Maybe just a little. Who are you? What do you want?" She hated the term assassin. She wasn't an assassin. He got up and she saw that he was a large man, dressed in a fine silk suit. He was smoking an expensive looking pipe.
"Sit, I am here on peaceful terms. I have a proposition for you. You know who Thomas Drakoff is right?" She nodded. Really not liking where this was going. "Well, he owes me a great deal of money. And perhaps has decided I forgot about it?"
"You want me to kill him?"
"No no. Not him. I still want my money. His daughter, Sara. She's twenty-two. Lives alone, owns a flower shop in Tallahassee."
"So, all you want is for me to kill her?"
"Yep. I'll handle all the rest."
"Well, I don't know, I'd really rather…"
"Good. You have three weeks, and all that money is yours!" He grabbed the envelope of money and slipped a manila envelope into her hands. Then walked out. She sighed and set the envelope on the table. She would get to it in the morning. Right now, she had research to do. She grabbed a large coat and a wig and headed out to the library.
She researched the symbol and the name 'Director Furry' but nothing came up. Nothing that could tell her who the man was. After a few hours she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Ma'am. We're closing. I'm gonna need you to go now." She shut down the computer and grabbed her bag.
"Oh, sorry, have a nice night." She pushed past him and ran to the exit. At least she had time to buy a plane ticket. Under the name Annie Wilson. The flight departed in six hours. Romanoff ran back to her place and grabbed an old leather bag that resembled a suitcase.
"Pack light." She told herself. She would get this done, collect her pay, and leave. Find a new town. She slipped out the window. As she was walking away she saw the man pretending to read a newspaper. It was yesterdays.
She walked up to him. "Excuse me sir. Your paper is outdated." She handed him the paper from that morning. "Here's todays."
"oops. Must have grabbed the wrong one. Thanks."
"No problem." She got a good look at his face. The black case was on the ground behind him. She nonchalantly reached down toward it. He grabbed her wrist.
"Sorry, miss. That's mine."
"Oh. My bad." She pulled her hand from his grip and walked off, trying to hail a taxi.