Hey, Phoenix here! I've had a LOT of ideas bouncing around my head lately, and got this one. If you pay attention to my profile and polls, I have one asking for a Winter Soldier daughter fic, or a Loki one. Now that poll was split so I'm doing a WS one. I've done many versions of these, but I like this one the best. Anyways, onto the story!
Everyone has a name, right? A lot of people would agree to this, but she didn't. She was a girl without a name. She never understood. All of the other girls in the program had names but she didn't. They started dubbing her Blank, but she never thought that it counted.
She asked Ivan why she didn't have a name, but all he said was, "That's how life works if you're born into this." It had taken Blank years to figure it out, until she heard Ivan speak about it to the officials. She was born into the Red Room, and respectively the KGB and HYDRA. Later she never classified it as born. Blank preferred to speak the truth, and the truth was that she was made.
In the Black Widow program twenty eight started out, but now there was only one. Blank was a survivor, even at six.
But no one survives without scars.
They were on her body, in her mind, in her heart.
She had no one except for Ivan, who according to him, she was like his granddaughter. He had always been kind to her, but age had taken its toll on him. Wrinkles were on his forehead, crows-feet, and his slicked back hair was flecked with gray. Losing the only shred of family, she had destroyed her. She was seven when they made her do it. HYDRA realized that Ivan could prevent them from molding her into the perfect assassin. The officials had come to the Red Room and had ordered her to kill the man. She did it, her face blank as she was about to deliver the killing blow. He stared up at her in horror, wishing that he could have done something different. She hesitated for a millisecond, but snapped out of it, and killed him. During that time, she showed no emotion, but that night she cried herself to sleep. The next day the officials had caught wind of her crying.
They soon made her forget to cry.
When she was nine, HYDRA cut off her left arm and replaced it with a metal one, like her father. About that time a mutation formed, and she grew wings like a bird. The glossy black feathers sprouted from her back, tendrils of skin snapping as they formed.
From that moment, they experimented and wiped her until she was the perfect assassin. They made her forget about Ivan, and every seemingly normal thing about her life. HYDRA made her adapt to everything, from standing in the tundra with nothing on, from bearing the heat of the desert with full snow gear on. She was turned into a killing machine. She never failed, never faltered or hesitated. They had stolen everything from her, and when she wasn't wiped, she started to grow a hatred for HYDRA. She wanted to run far, far away from it and everything associated with it. Sometimes she wanted to cry, but they had long ago taught her not to show weakness. She never tried to escape, afraid of what would happen if she got caught. Her kill list was impressive to them, and she felt proud of herself for being among the world's greatest assassins.
They kept her locked up when she wasn't actively on duty she was in her room. Her room was pathetic, a small cot the only thing there, but she may as well had just slept on the floor. Ever since Ivan died, the KGB and the Red Room fell apart, and Blank was shifted over to HYDRA. They made her forget about the KGB, the Red Room, and Ivan. Sometimes they sprung up in her mind and she would feel something other than hopelessness. But it never lasted long. When the officials found out that she remembered they changed her programming and wiped her until she forgot. She was also fitted with a grey collar, making her energy suppressed. HYDRA had found a way to mess with her age, making her fit for any mission, whether it be simple intelligence or something that required planning and lingerie.
She had heard stories of what the more corrupted agents of HYDRA did to the females, but they were ordered not to touch her, for fear of getting their arms ripped off. Even though they weren't allowed to touch her, that did not stop them from looking over her body when they had made her older. But once, one of them had taken it too far, trying to touch her, but soon he ended up in the hospital, both eyes missing. She was disciplined for that. For years she went on missions, but while she did not change, her handlers did. Some were cruel and twisted, while others were at least a shred decent. The only thing that excited her was when she was moved. She was moved from base to base, a shadow.
She knew about the Soldier, he did train her with all of the other girls in the Black Widow Program. Wherever he went though, she followed. Sometimes she was the only asset in the base, but she mostly travelled with the soldier.
She missed the Moscow Lights.
She was given her next mission. Kill Nick Fury.
Well, there's the first chapter! I might not update quickly, seeing as I have another fanic, Red, that I'm currently working on. I hope I can finish that soon, and pay for attention to this story.
-Phoenix