A/N: This is a little drabble that I wrote 2 years ago and am now finally getting around to publish it. Hope you like it! Reviews would be lovely!


The False Smile

The smile tinted her red lips. To everyone else, it was genuine, filled with happiness and love. To her, the smile sent a different message. Nothing in her face or body gave away the true message behind the smile. She had many other lies spun around her like a spider's web, in addition to the one that lay on her lips. No one knew those lies, much less knew who she really was. If they were to find out, she would fail, and she never failed. Not once in her 18 years of life had she failed to complete the mission, even when she was only six years old; she always succeeded. She wasn't going to break that streak now, or ever in her future which, she knew, may not last very long.

She looked at the man standing across from her, a touch away. He was flirting with her because of her beautiful looks. It was part of the plan so she was unfazed but played her part: the helpless girl with the good looks. He gladly threw her a compliment on her beauty which she caught with the smile still laying on her lips and added a false blush to her cheeks. She looked down, not meeting his eyes, further adding to her part of innocence. Her black dress with her red jewelry to accent it made her smile grow wider. She looked up again and leaned in close to him. Her lips tickled his ear as she whispered to him and his hands rested on her hips. She pulled back to see a smirk etched on his face from what she said. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and gave him a false laugh, throwing her head back a little. She was playing her part perfectly, there was no denying it. It furthered the idea when he took her hand and led her outside. Normally, she would be against any physical contact with anyone but she would do whatever it took to complete the mission. In the dark she gently kissed his lips. He was oblivious to her true intent, to her plan for him, to her mission. She kissed him again as she pulled the dagger out from under her dress where its hiding spot lay. She gave him one last kiss before she spoke again.

"You know," she whispered, "you shouldn't be so trusting."

She thrust the knife into his abdomen and watched as his eyes grew big and he started choking on his own blood. "It could just lead to your death," she added, loving the thrill she got from watching her kill struggle to stay alive. She twisted the dagger and her smile became genuine. Thrill and excitement danced in her eyes. Her smile was deadly to match her deadly persona that dealt out death like a card game.

Her hips swayed as she walked away from the now dead man. Her dagger dripped with the blood from her kill. She was leaving a trail but no one would find her. She simple disappeared; no one who had seen her knew her true identity and no one would. She was a ghost. Not one single person in that party would ever know her. Because she… was the Black Widow.