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Characters are not owned by me. When the conversation has [], means it is translated from Russian. Do leave reviews, as I am still not sure to continue this story or not. Thank you.
1928 Stalingrad USSR,
In one of the cold winter in Russia during the war, some Nazis set civilians home on fire. Leaving people trapped in their houses, lucky ones get out unharmed. But the others would eventually get burned to death. Death being so common during the war, was not something to stop a person from continue their normal walk through the streets even when they see one.
"[Ivan! There's nobody here, you're not going to find your sister!]"
"[Wait! I heard something over there!]"
Ivan Petrovitch was a Russian General Secretary and was looking for her sister among the blazing fires, which the Nazis had set. Roofs and houses started collapsing, his chances of finding his sister alive decreases as each second have pass.
As he ran towards the sound he just heard and pulled away the broken pillar, trapping whoever is in there. It revealed to be a middle aged lady carrying an infant on her arms. Protecting it with every last breath she had.
"[Comrades, please, please! Look after Natalia, she's a Romanova! But-]"
The lady's words were interrupted by a huge roof that just landed on her. Ivan Petrovitch looks at the baby who had nothing just like him after losing his sister. He decided to raise this kid like his own.
Present Russia,Kirov
"Widow what's your statics?"
"Having visual on the targets, waiting for actions."
It has been 6 months since the war in Manhattan. They all work as a team now, although occasionally she and Hawkeye would still work for SHEILD. The Black Widow was burying herself in the forest watching for any interactions in the warehouse opposite. SHIELD has received tips that a large deal was to be made and her job was to eliminate all targets.
"Targets on cue, proceeding now."
"Roger that."
It wasn't a challenging mission; she was able to find the location within 3 days. Within 15 minutes, she had done all her job and has bombed the place to clear of any evidence leaved behind. She was ready for extraction and she knew that Agent Hill will be here in no time.
At the Stark Tower
The Stark Tower has been like a HQ for the Avengers now. They had all their meetings, trainings and enjoyment there. Everyone really became a part of the family, but not the Black Widow. Her pasts were still all a mystery to her teammates. Even the team knew everything about Clint. At first Natasha convinced him to join the Avengers. He slowly opened up to them, and sharing the past he was ashamed of to them too.
"Hey Hawk, are you and Nat a thing?" Tony could not help but ask. Everyone has started questioning about their relationship since the start. They knew they won't just partners that simple.
"Tony, its people's privacy, please respect that." Steve being the normal gentleman he always was. Steve was also curious about their relationship but he thinks that he is in no position to ask.
"Oh come on, we all are curious and besides we are a team!" Tony argued raising both hands up like a kid.
"We were a thing, but that was all in the past. And besides I am dating someone all this time." Clint answered arrogantly with the fact that he was dating.
"What! Who?" Tony sit up straight and asked Clint.
"Someone special in SHIELD." Clint said.
"Then what do you know about Lady Natasha's past?" Thor asked. Everyone looked at Thor for his curiosity in Natasha's past.
"Why are you all of a sudden so curious about her past?" Bruce the gentle doctor asked. Everyone have obviously forgotten about the question of Clint's love life.
"Everyone here knew about each other's past, but we are unaware of Lady Natasha's past." Thor answered.
"I just knew she was Russian, and that she is called Natalia Romanova instead of Natasha Romanoff." Clint answered.
"That's just names! Fury should know something, his like a built in secret database. No files or anything?" Tony asked.
"Fury knows everything, but I am sure even he doesn't know all of her past. Natasha kept it hidden pretty well." Clint answered.
"I have also notice that Natasha doesn't really spent a lot of time with us. She is off for mission almost all the times. She seems to be always called away instead of you." Steve said.
"Natasha is like a power house. She goes for missions more than she sleeps. Natasha is not close to another maybe she just not use to it." Clint answered.
Their conversation was interrupted when JARVIS informs them of Natasha's arrival back to the tower.
During that night
It was about 4am in the morning. Steve got was unable to sleep as he was thinking about Sharon and how her mission was. He got up off his bed and made his way to the kitchen. Stark really knew how to give them privacy. Each of them had their own floors, but they had to share the gym. He took a beer and decided to catch some fresh air at the balcony.
Steve was surprises to see someone standing near the edge of the fence. He went nearer for a closer look. It was Natasha. She was wearing a tank top and track pants, but was still able to show her hourglass figure. She was looking over the fence thinking deep in her thoughts with her Russian vodka with her.
Flashback 1938 Moscow USSR
"[You got to be tough on the battlefield, strike! Strike the opponent's weakness!]"
Natasha was having her training. She was enlisted to a KGB program – The Red Room. At the age of 10, Natasha had to learn skills of survival, combats and everything they she wasn't suppose to know at her age. Every day she and about 20 of girls her age would hunt, train and sleep together. And now she was supposed to kill her enemy which is 15 years old big sized senior. Even if it was just a practice, you got kill to live.
Natasha has found her weakness to her right elbow, too weak and not stable at all. Natasha kicked her right elbow that sent her stumbling a few steps backwards before twisting her neck as the killer shot.
"[Good job, Natalia you will starting learning English tomorrow.]"
"[Yes Sir!]"
End of Flashback
Steve knew better than to sneak on a master assassin. He cleared his throat as an indication for her. She turned to look at him and return back to the city in front and drank a cup of vodka before pouring another.
"Are you ok?" Steve asked her wondering why she was drinking at this time.
"Never been better." She replied.
"Then why are you drinking?"
"People drink for various reasons Cap. You're drinking yourself too."
"I am drinking only 28%, but you are drinking an alcohol of 80%."
"Then why do you drink when you can't get drank?"
"People drink for various reasons"
Suddenly as they were talking at the balcony, Natasha was hit by poisonous dart on her neck. It was too fast for her to even react. Steve only knew she was hit when she dropped her glass of drink. Her face turned pale and she was feeling weak.
"Natasha are you all right? I will get you to the infirmary!" Steve shouted before Natasha fell into unconsciousness.