Basically this is a one shot that fills you in one what's going on in Nat's head and introduces you to Kayley. Thanks to Rebecca Frost for your review. Sorry if I spelled your name wrong. My tablet doesn't like your spelling and keeps auto correcting it no matter what I do. Any ways. Here you go. Enjoy.
53 years later
Natasha's Point Of View.
It had been 53 years since Steve went under. It doesn't matter any more. Kayley was 16, due to the serum we both had, and she was an amazing assassin. She was the Red Rooms star pupil. Ingrid had sent her on missions with me. She was so talented.
Kayley and I had grown close. She was my daughter. But...she didn't know. I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her about her father but I couldn't. I just couldn't... But it doesn't matter because we are where were supposed to be.
OOOOOOOO
Kayleys Point of View.
My name is Kayley Rogers. I'm 16 years old. I'm Russian, and I have red hair. My home is the Red Room in Moscow Russia. But I know nothing about my past. I don't know who my parents are or where I came from. What I do know is all the stories Natalia told me. She is the closest thing I have to a mother. She practically raised me. She taught me all the rules of the Red Room and kept me safe from Alexi. Natalia was the only one who had kept me safe. But she wasn't my mother. I needed to find my parents.
OOOOOOOO
Natasha's Point Of View.
I walked into Kayley's room. Ingrid had assigned us a mission. A mother SHIELD agent was getting a little too close for comfort.
"Kayley. Mission in five. I'll brief you on the way." I say to her.
"Yes ma'am." She said.
"Ok. Ingrid wants me to be your shadow. Your target is SHIELD agent Jason Brachelli.. Your job is to seduce him and then take him down. Understood?" I tell her.
"Yes Natalia." She says.
"Good girl."
"Natalia?"
"Yes Детские" (baby) I say
"Are we the good guys?"
I paused. In moments like this she reminded me so much if Steve.
"Yes. We are." I say.
Kayley just nods. And I begin to think. Would Steve think we were the good guys? No. That didn't matter. Steve was dead. What he would think didn't matter. He was dead. Steve was dead and Kayley wasn't my daughter.