I started writing this story instead of Demons because I just had more inspiration for this one. I'm not sure if i will continue Demons yet. Since Marvel had not done a Black Widow Movie yet, which i think would be absolutely AMAZING I'm writing this, which basically delves into how she met Clint Barton and her time at SHIELD. In the beginning of each chapter i will put a quote that i think goes with the chapter. The quotes aren't mine, and neither is marvel (cause if i did own Marvel there would be a Black Widow movie). Hope you like this and please review at the end :)
The body fell to the floor, a look of shock still filling his glassy eyes. A pool of blood stained the creamy, satin sheets of his bed. Natalia lingered a moment, she had escaped the KGB and was making her living as a mercenary. She could rebuild herself as someone better than the recruit in the KGB.
In the KGB she was good, probably one of the best agents. But she was a girl and they had treated her as fragile. They hadn't even scratched the surface was what she was capable of. Why she had gone there after the red room still remained a mystery to her. She had graduated and was sent to the KGB where she was treated like sh*t.
Four men advanced on her. All were of muscular build and had a menacing look in their eyes. This was one of the final tests until the graduation, the third of four. This was life or death. She sized them up. Their bulky build would limit their speed, which she planned on employing to her advantage. The red room had drilled three things into her. One: was that she didn't belong; anywhere. Two: Never trust anybody. And three: emotions only get you compromised.
One of the men lunged at her with surprising agility. He feinted a punch to her head but when she went to block it he struck her side. A shot of pain erupted in her side but it was soon replaced by adrenaline. The key to her success would be disposing of them one by one. She ran towards one of the men and punched his kidneys. As he instinctively hunched over she kneed his face and he fell to the floor. A meaty forearm crushed against her windpipe. Another set of arms pinned hers together. She tucked her chin to avoid most of the damage, but it would still be bruised. She drew her legs back and kicked at the groin of the man holding her arms who was in front of her. He let go, a string of curses falling form his mouth. The man behind her continued adding pressure to her throat. She drew her arm back and elbowed the soft flesh of his side. Her chin still tucked, she slid out of his grasp and rolled onto the floor, landing in a defensive posture.
There were two men still left, one unconscious and one disabled for at least another two minutes. She shuffled towards ones and landed a jab with two rigid fingers. As he was momentarily shocked she wrapped her arm around his neck and snapped it. The remaining man stood on his toes. She eyes him wearily. In a heartbeat he was in front of her and had punched her ribs. She bit back the searing pain that had enveloped that side. She stepped forward so her left foot was in front of his left foot. Pivoting on that foot she placed her right behind him and pulled down on his arm. His momentum from the punch carried him over her knee and slammed him into the ground. Two people stepped out from a door, a man and a woman.
"Congratulations Natalia, you have only one more test. They led her to a room. Inside was a man tied to a chair with a gag over his mouth and a bag over his head. On a table lay a gun. Natalia swallowed, it was obvious what she had to do. She picked up the gun, the metal heavy but natural in her hands. A moment after the safety was clicked off, a tell tale gunshot rang through the room.
But now, she would be somebody. She wouldn't be an expendable KGB agent. After pensively contemplating for a minute, Natalia reached down with her gloved hand. In her mark's blood she wrote two letters: Black Widow. She had always had a sense of respect for Black Widows, with their lethal venom, intricate webs, and alluring deadliness. This is who she would be. No longer would she be the invisible. Soon, the whole world would know the name Black Widow.
