She's beauty, she's grace, she'll punch you in the face

CHAPTER 1

This is a story on how I would have wanted Natasha Romanoff to be portrayed if she had her own movie/tv series.

Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing, However if I did it would go something like this…

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Down went the last man. Strangled by the notorious Black Widow's thighs, men took advantage of her but she had many tricks up her sleeve. She had gone rouge; others would call it reckless but she preferred to work alone, she couldn't get attached because that was a weakness. Natasha went in and got the job done by any means necessary. She'd been taught at a young age a man's weakness: Tell them what they want to hear, let them think they're in charge and when you have the right moment, strike. So here she was breathing heavily whilst standing over the body of a Hungarian business man. Natasha had caught onto the fact he was transporting and kidnaping young girls and sending them to Moscow… this story is more familiar than it seems.

Years prior to the death of the Hungarian Natasha was in Moscow herself, she'd been there for years. In hiding. The soviets tried to keep her locked away, complying with their rules. She was their weapon of mass destruction but it wasn't just her. Natasha along with hundreds of other young girls were taken from their families from a young age the Russians believed It was for the countries benefit but didn't want to be exposed so the kept to the shadows. They burnt down houses making people believe that whole families had died but they took the vulnerable girls. They were the future. She had to thank them in the end, after she escaped that is. They'd taught her everything she knew today, how to manipulate people and use them to your advantage and it was getting easier by the person. All men were the same all she had to do was seduce them and in the end they weren't begging for her, it was their life.

The people that took her from her family, ruined her life but also taught her everything were the infamous Red Room she'd escaped their wrath at the young age of 18 and now she stands above a rich Hungarian business man hoping that was the last of it. She had intel the Mr Borza was doing most of the dirty work for the Russians he was taking young girls from orphanages and shipping them off to Russia like they were nothing but supplies. They were children who deserve a childhood, Natasha deserved a childhood but instead she was nothing more than a ruthless killer. She was lucky enough to get out of that hell hole, after the graduation ceremony… that was the thing she regretted most. She would now be alone forever. Just her being a killer. It was a crucial step that the red room took it was efficient and one less thing to worry about, they said it would make everything easier. Even killing. Natasha wiped the tears that had made tracks down her face and made her way to the balcony and looked out at the beautiful city of Budapest, it was defiantly more captivating and picturesque at night, the flight attendants were right.