"I need more backup, I repeat, more backup!"
Agent Peggy Carter screeched into her radio. Shouting against the whipping wind of a developing blizzard. Her request was met with static. She was on her own. The woman in the black clothes closed in. The blood of Peggy's teammates still dripping from her hands. A demented smile split her painted lips and raised her rouged cheeks.
"It's not much longer now darling." The Russian native said in a perfect American accent.
Peggy wasn't a match for her. Even though Peggy was enhanced, the blonde was as well. She also had better training. Peggy was now edging closer to the end of the roof. Below was only a sheer drop, for the building was on a cliff. She would sooner jump than she would let herself be killed by the likes of Dorothy Underwood, if that even was her name. Peggy was gasping now, sounding desperate. Her red-white and blue uniform now mostly covered in blood. Dorothy started walking faster. Soon her bombshell figure broke into a run and Peggy all at once stood her ground. Dorothy came in close to Peggy. Her breath shaking.
"I can't kill you Peggy." Her innocent looking blue eyes fluttered and a tear ran down her cheek. "At least not yet."
Her tone grew dark and she cocked her head. In one swift motion Dorothy grabbed the straps on Peggy's shoulders and lifted her to eye level. All at once the already cold world froze as Dorothy planted her lips onto Peggy's with an aggressive and sickening kiss. Bile rose in Peggy's throat as Dorothy's tongue made its way deeper into Peggy's mouth. She had kissed girls before, but that had always been for fun or out of love. This was horrible and twisted. When Dorothy finally broke away she pulled a dagger out of the sheath on her thigh. She placed the point directly in the center of the silver star on Peggy's chest. Dorothy's smile went from innocent to wicked.
"Chernaya Vdova vsegda pobezhdayet." She spoke in Russian.
The knife pierced through the thick fabric and Peggy could feel it poking her skin. Immediately she backed up at full running speed and pushed off of the edge of the perfectly flat roof with all of her might. She could see the distance between her and Dorothy growing quickly. Relief flushing through her as the cold Siberian air whipped past her falling form. The air whistled past her, screaming in her stinging ears and making her eyes water. She relished in the feeling, knowing that it would not last much longer. She landed with a thud on the ground. Pain split through every part of her body, although it was not as bad as it could have been because her fall was cushioned by snow. It was all around her, even on top of her. She couldn't move, so she didn't. The last thing she remembered were Dorothy's words. They echoed in her head.
"Chernaya Vdova vsegda pobezhdayet".
She quickly translated it in her head.
"The Black Widow always wins."
She managed to think before the world went dark.