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—After a short car ride and a long plane ride, agent Coulson and I arrived at what appeared to be the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. The trip there was a quiet one. I found myself to be overflown with questions, yet lacking the courage and words in which to express them. When we walked in I was mesmerized. I had never seen a room which looked as futuristic as this one. There were people working with computers everywhere, while others ran around doing whatever it is they were in charge of. Just then, I couldn't help wondering which one of the busy agents could be my mother, which one my father, or if they were even present at the room. With this thoughts my mind leaped out of itself with excitement and fear.

The agent then led me to an office, where he said that I would speak with a director Fury, apparently, the man who had sent him to collect me. When I was called inside, I made a point of opening the door cautiously and studying my surroundings. The office appeared to be designed in good taste, yet lived in. The furniture were well organized but there were papers all over the desk, and several books piled on a table by the couch. The director himself looked to be a rough man, with a patch over his eye, and some scars surrounding it, a fighting wound probably, since he was a secret agent.

As soon as I walked into the office, he invited me to sit down on the couch and offered me tea or coffee. I decided to ask for a water instead and he was kind enough to provide it for me, then he began to talk. He told me that I was being tracked down by an organization called the Red Room. "Which is why we have brought you here, in order to keep you save from them." When I asked, he refused to explain what the Red Room was, but he did volunteer one more bit of information.

"Your mother doesn't yet know that you are here, or anything about you for that matter, but we will tell her tomorrow. There is no one better than Natasha to deal with the Red Room." He took in a deep breath and let it out before continuing "As for your father, I am not yet sure it would be a good idea to tell him" After that, I was escorted to a room in the facilities and expected to go to sleep, which was, of course, impossible at the moment, so I settled for recounting all of the information in my head.

Natasha. Natasha Romanoff?

Tomorrow I would find out. Tomorrow would be the day when I would finally meet my mother. I felt my stomach flutter with a mixture of emotions. Would she like me? Would she even want to meet me? My mother is a secret agent, an important person who deals with important things, and then there's me, just a girl who has done nothing but exist in her fifteen years of life. To sum to that argument, there is also the fact that Natasha left me at an orphanage, which must mean that she clearly did not want to raise a daughter. Why would she change her mind now?

I went to bed that night, longing for a person I had never known, and wishing for the acceptance of someone who, I thought, might never want to give me the chance.

—I did not sleep much that night. Early in the morning, an agent went to get me from my room, and took me to a sort of cafeteria so that I could have breakfast. I got my food, and sat at a table alone. I wasn't able to eat even a fourth of what I put on the plate, since I was, again, almost paralyzed with fear. After breakfast, I joined director Fury again in his office. He informed me that my mother had just come back from a mission and that she would be with us shortly. I then sat down, quietly, to wait, doing the exact opposite of my mind, which was screaming. Today. In a couple of minutes I would meet my mother. I felt my heart leap to my throat when two agents entered the room. One of them, a woman with bright red hair, like my own. I tried to get in as much as possible while Fury spoke to her. I wanted to know her, know every detail about her before she even directed her words at me. I could immediately recognize that I resemble her in physic, if not in character. She walked with an air of confidence and kept a firm face. She only glanced at me as she entered and then began to speak to Fury, seemingly about the mission. Her voice was smooth yet had a rough edge to it, and was slightly laced with an accent that I could not place (you don't meet a great variety of people with accents at an orphanage). After a short while of talking, the other agent walked out of the office, and Fury asked Natasha to stay. They both sat down on the couch perpendicular to the one I was using and he began to gently overtake the subject, reminiscent of when one is opening an old wound.

"Natasha, we appear to be having some more trouble with the Red Room."

"Have they captured any girls?"

"No. This time they are trying to acquire a girl with a very specific set of genetics."

With these words, both their eyes drifted to me, and, upon looking at my red hair and green eyes, I saw a flicker of fear cross Natasha's eyes. It was gone quickly of course, so quickly that I thought I might have imagined it, but I had not. And that was enough for me to know that she needed no more explanations, she knew who I was.

I stared at her silently, not daring to utter a word. The director apparently noticed as well, that she had figured out who I was, because he took a long pause, and then began speaking again, at a much lower tone.

"I'm sorry I'm doing this to you, but we cant let the Red Room get their hands on another black widow, and you would be the best candidate to protect her. It is only a mission, if you wish it to be."

I listed intently, my life hung on her every breath, waiting for her to part her lips and change my life with a single word. She was staring at me then, her eyes were the color of mine, but.. different, deeper somehow. They were young in beauty and grace, yet looked to be a thousand, as if they had seen a lot of sadness and could no longer be lit up with a smile.

For the longest time it seemed that she would never answer, until she blinked twice and straitened herself. Her countenance changed to a more 'closed look', if that makes sense, and she looked towards the director.

"Of course, what are my orders?"

The director seemed to slightly deflate at her words, and I felt my heart crushing within me.