AUTHOR NOTE:

Hey guys, thank you for the reviews. I know not much happened in the last chapter but hopefully this chapter makes it up. I know I've created an element of Brandt/Jane but in the end it will be Brandt/Natasha. It's just I'm experimenting. I wanna see how the characters will react with different situations. It's always fun to see different reactions. And complications.

Btw back to the story. Hopefully you guys enjoy this chapter. Oh wait, Natasha will be making her appearance so watch out. Actually you don't have to watch out, it will be quite obvious.

And oh, I don't own avengers or mission impossible series so please don't sue me. :) cheers!

Chapter 3 - Nancy Rushman

Life is so funny at times. You meet unexpected people at the very odds of time. Like the old man on the right who is drinking beer while using his grubby hands on her ass. She remembers him. He met her two years ago in a press conference. He wouldn't remember her considering his old age. She laughed as she leaned on his old body giving an impression of a total slut. His hands on her back, trying feel her curves. She could easily doge him or twist his wrist in a way that would be unrecognisable. Or... She could just easily kill him right there... in front of everyone.. But the man was lucky. He wasn't her target. Otherwise he would've been dead before he could utter a single word.

Moving her vixen eyes around the ball room, she took a scan of her surroundings. 10 guards. All stationed around the entrances. Knowing she could bypass them easily, she peeled herself off from the old corrupt official before making her way towards the centre of the ball room.

These Mexican dresses are damn amazing. The short black blouse rested on her chest and the long red Mexican skirt that was full of traditional patterns bounced around her legs. The long skirt moved from side to side as she swayed her body down the hall. She could feel every men's eyes on her bare stomach and her perfect curves. Her curled red hair bouncing around her back. The red flower on side of her head made her beautiful and sharp from every angle. She tapped her six-inch black high heels on the shiny floor as she finally located her distraction for the night.

Making sure her slow & sharp footsteps are heard, she worked her hands around the buff body of her distraction's back.

"Hey, handsome I never knew that a party like this can bring people like you here?" She whispered in his ear. She felt him stiffened. She moved her hands deeper while grabbing his perfect structure more firmly.

The man himself turned around to see his suspicions became reality.

"What? Cat got your tongue?" She asked teasingly while tilting her head to the right.

"What... What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!" He exclaimed as he used his body to hide her face from any prying cameras.

"Relax, I'm Nancy by the way. And I'm on the right place." She said as she buried her face between his right shoulder and his neck. She could feel him relax a little but still a little worried. Then she felt the small kisses on her shoulder blade. She had to bite her lip to stop her moaning. Only he can make her feel like that.

They continued to hug each other as she heard few voices coming from his earpiece.

"You look beautiful"

"I know"

"You need to be more careful."

"I'm always careful darling." She whispered in his right ear before pulling his ear piece out with her teeth while also cutting any communications coming from the black earpiece.

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No no no NOOO!

"Ethan I lost communications with Brandt. He's not replying." Benji said loudly in his side of the earpiece.

"WHAT!"

"I think the tech is broken."

"BENJII!"

"Jeez, stop yelling at me, I'm sorry ok. I'll try reviving the connection." Benji said worriedly as he taped few keys to get the connection restored. One moment he was checking on Jane and then the other he heard a loud static before realising he lost vocal connections to Brandt.

"Please work. Please work" he whispered as he rebooted the earpiece system.

50%... 75%... 85%... 96%... 99%... "God dam NO!" Benji yelled in frustration as the system failed.

"Ethan, it's definitely the tech. It's broken."

"Ok fine, do you have visuals on Brandt?"

"Yes... He's at your 2 o'clock... With a lady?" The last bit came out as a question.

"Lady? What lady?" Jane sudden voice came through his ear.

"Yes a lady. I can't see her face but she's hot...she's... Oh my god where did she go?" Benji exclaimed as he could only see Brandt but not the long haired women that was there a second ago.

"I'll check it out" Ethan said before walking off towards Brandt.

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Brandt could see Ethan walking towards him. He leaned in towards a brown head girl standing beside him, easily falling back into his spoiled bad boy persona.

He had just started to flirt with her before he felt Ethan's hard grip on his shoulders.

"Mr. Daniels, a word please." Ethan asked as he stirred Brandt away from the pretty lady.

"Sure dude". Brandt replied, totally involved in his character. Ethan pulled him towards a quite corner of the ball room.

"Brandt stop playing with girls and focus on your mission."

"Hey don't put this on me. I'm just playing my character. And tell Benji, IMF's tech sucks. The bloody thing nearly made me deaf." Brandt said irritated as he rubbed his red ear. Ethan could see a red lipstick mark on his neck.

Ethan had to curled his hands into fists to stop his anger. With a sigh, he pulled out an extra earpiece out from his pocket.

"Here, use this one. And get back to your post!"

"Yes dad" Brandt said sarcastically before heading back to the pretty lady. Ethan just starred as his friend/ team mate went back to his work. He has no problem with Brandt. Really. In fact Ethan consider him as a little brother. But as most of the times little brothers are annoying so is Brandt. Brandt knows how to push all of Ethan's buttons. And he does it every single time.

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While the little agents were busy playing tech-tech, the deadly vixen has already made her move on her target. She was entertaining Dear Mr. Steel in his personal bedroom while his wife was busy with another man.

As the door closed behind her, she slowly pushed him back on the soft bed before hovering above him. Crawling her fingers on his arm, she leaned in to unbutton his shirt. The red-head women could feel her victim's excitement as his heart beat increased by the second. He got hold of her shoulders before moving his hands behind her back to get a good grip on her. Like vice, she moved one of her hands towards the man's face and the other inside her skirt to pull out a small silver blade. She gave her victim an evil smile. Time for some action.

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The first thing Jane heard was screams. Screams of terror. She made her way to the source of the screams only to realise they were coming from a room on the top floor. She pushed & ducked her way through. On the way she was nearly knocked off balance by a red hair women in a Mexican dress. She shrugged her off before entering the room. Ethan was already there. Looking past his shoulders, she found a dead body. 's dead body. His shirt was off and covered in thick red blood. His throat was cut open while he lay on his bed with a terrified expression painted on his face. His wrists were twisted in a very odd angle indicating, there was some struggle. The whole silver bed was draped in his blood. There were bodyguards all around the room. His wife & daughter were crying over his dead body. The sight of his death made Jane nearly dizzy. She has never seen someone get killed this viscously. The black widow was a ruthless killer.

"Jane, the body is still warm it means it hasn't been that long. The widow is still in the building. We can catch her." Ethan said beside her. Jane just nodded her head in response.

"Come on we need to seal off all the exits."

With that both of them ran in different directions. But unfortunately for them, the assassin has already disappeared.

"HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? We lost her!" Ethan yelled loudly in their apartment. The black widow has escaped through their hands quite easily. They were back to the beginning.

"Calm down Ethan"

"CALM DOWN? How can I calm down? You haven't seen what she did to Steel. IMF was right to get rid of her."

"I've seen the footage ok. There's nothing we can do now. She's gone!"

"Gone. How could she just be gone. Brandt we need to find her. She killed many of our people. I just got report that agent Mackabe's team was killed in the same way. His co-worker was found with his limbs all over the place. Do you have any idea how dangerous she is? Oh wait, you wouldn't know. Because you were too busy flirting with brainless blondies."

"Hey I was just playing my character ok. It's you who need to focus. Your anger will one day become your biggest weakness Ethan."

"Oh jus-"

"SHUT UP. BOTH OF YOU!"Jane finally screamed. Benji was quietly watching the show. He was worried but he wouldn't get involved in a dog fight.

"Ok, look I think I know who she might be. Benji search through the cam's footage for a crimson red head lady in a black & red Mexican dress." Jane said while Benji went on to search the footage.

"I think I bumped into her when I landed near Steel's room. I vaguely remember feeling a sharp blade feeling when my hand accidentally touched her back. It has to be her. Which women would carry a blade on her back? And also the fact when I touched her, I found blood at the tips of my fingers." On the side, William stiffened a little.

Next second, Benji connected his laptop's screen to the TV so everyone can watch the video.

There she is. Walking in her elegant Mexican dress. Jane felt a pang of jealousy at the women's body figure. She walked with her head held high in confidence. Her body swayed from side to side as she pulled most of the men's attention towards her.

Benji being Benji, he paused the footage before zooming in to get a clear visual of her face. He then ran it in the IMF's facial recognition system.

"So that's how she looks like. Red hair, green eyes. She's really beautiful to be honest." Benji said quietly.

"Yeah" was Brandt's small reply.

Just then, IMF's system beeped indicating they found a match on the face.

"Nancy Rushman. Whereabouts: unknown. Seen at multiple of killing sites. There are reports that she was seen in a hotel in Manhattan few nights ago. That's it. Nothing else."

"Well at least we have a name. And the fact she has to be the black widow. Also she was in Manhattan the other day." Jane said.

"So let's go and catch her."

Everyone nodded except Brandt, who made a excuse and sneaked out of the room to make a important phone call.

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Benji doesn't know what to think of this. He was sure, the HQ must have made a big mistake. There is no absolute way that the ghost stories he had heard over the years could be true. Yet, the image in front of his eyes explains against his beliefs. The women, Nancy Rushman, was talking to a man in a black suit. The kind of suit that send chills all over your back. An attire that seemed very highly trained and cryptic. But the most disturbing thing wasn't these two people. It was the silver folder in the man's hand. The bird logo on it clearly embedding itself in Benji's brain. He could hear the warning bells going OFF. He was sure, what they are dealing with is much more bigger than IMF itself. The others hadn't heard what he heard. If these rumours are true than they have no chance against this black widow or this group.

He could feel his team mates eyes on his face. Asking him to share his worries. Without saying anything, he moved his screen towards others. They didn't gaped or showed any kind of reaction which means they hadn't noticed the bird logo yet, except maybe Brandt. Who had a look of realisation before going back to his confused persona. Benji knew he was hiding something.

"Who's that man?" Jane asked.

"That Jane, is Phil Coulson. He was IMF's best asset when it came to terrorist groups. He would help IMF sometimes before disappearing off to his non-existence life. Few years back he was branded as a traitor and killed in action in North China. Since he was dead, no-one ever saw him again, until now. It was said he worked for something big. Believing he was working against IMF and in a terrorist group, Agent Mackabe himself took the shot and claimed that he was killed in a bomb blast. If any of the rumours are true, he's a dangerous man. Also the fact the terrorist group he works with is greater than any agency I've ever seen." Benji said while shaking. He heard about this Phil Coulson. Heck, he talked to him once. Through the phone. They needed Intel on one of the terrorist groups and his boss put Benji up as the messenger. The man's voice was scary to his ears. Much more scary than seeing the dead body of Steel.

"So the black widow is working for him?" Brandt asked unsurely. It seemed like he was scouting information out of Benji.

"Yes, maybe. But look at the folder in his hands. The bird logo."

Now he felt Jane gasped.

"No. It can't be true. I thought that was just a rumour."

"Oh no, they are real. I have seen evidence. The HQ never seemed to believe it." Ethan said from beside Benji.

"What is that?" Brandt asked.

"That's SHIELD Will. A terrorist group I heard about throughout my life in IMF."

"What's SHIELD?" This time everyone turned around to look at Brandt in shock.

"You don't know what's SHIELD? It's the years biggest ghost story." Benji exclaimed loudly.

"I thought you knew about this. Your a analyst. You used to work near the old secretary." Ethan said while narrowing his eyes at Brandt. How could Brandt not know about this?

" Yes, but I don't go after ghost stories. I chase facts. Anything like a rumour, I dismiss it before even reading the first word. " Brandt replied.

"Well you shouldn't have done that. The rumour is its a secret terrorist group. Works like IMF but for reasons to bring destruction. It's like anti-IMF. Well there wasn't enough evidence to prove it really existed but the stories passed around were quite lethal. There are people who believe it exists but IMF never really cared about them since it's the criminals who would spurt out SHIELD's existence." Benji said.

"So the black widow is working for this Phil Coulson who is working with SHIELD which is rumoured to be a terrorist group. " Jane said to confirm her facts.

"Yup".

"Great now we are dealing with a possible terrorist group and a dead man. I need to get this Intel to HQ." Ethan said as he left the room to call the secretary.

"Is there anything else I should know about this SHIELD?" Brandt asked amusingly. Benji looked at him. What's so amusing about this?

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At the IMF's headquarters:

The whole office was bustling around with people calling and talking over each other. After Agent Hunt's call, the secretary has ordered all his staff to search any information or rumours on SHIELD.

Also the previous files of Phil Coulson has been ordered on secretary's desk by evening.

"Sir, do you really believe this SHIELD is real?" One of the agents in sectary's office asked him.

"Before, no, but now that it has come into our attention through our assassin protocol, I believe so. I cannot take everything so lightly. One of the black widow is working with . A man who was supposed to be dead."

"But sir All we have on SHIELD is some rumours. All the files on Phil Coulson has been wiped out of our system. Mr. Dunn was lucky, he knew the man. That's why he recognised him. "

"Wiped out? What do you mean wiped out agent? Who would wipe out information on one of IMF's asset? Even though he was a traitor, his work was known in IMF." The secretary yelled.

"We don't know sir, but we believe its someone from IMF. More like there is a mole."

" A mole. Great. First of all I want all the Intel on phil Coulson & SHIELD. Then I want you and Kerrington to do a full search on our agents. Search their files & history for anything odd. I want you to check every single agents. Field or not field. Take in the helpers as well. And start from the top agents. Since Coulson's files were protected, it has to be an higher level agent who must have got access to them!" With that the two agents and the analyst left his office.

"Oh phil, you should have stayed dead!" The secretary whispered quietly. He wasn't going to let Phil destroy what he has. The last time, he was here in the agency, he nearly resulted a death of his 10 agents. Phil Coulson needs to die again! And this time he'll personally make sure that Phil stays dead!

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"There're onto you phil"

"I know."

"So what are my orders?"

"Just stay out of sight. You have more work in Mexico. And please don't try to play with Hunt's team. It's just gonna make everything complicated." Phil Coulson exclaimed.

"I'll try not to, but I can't guarantee anything. You know, I can't stay away from him for too long." The women said while rubbing her arms due to the cold surroundings.

"I know but if things gets worse, tell him to put all the blame on you. We can't afford to compromise his cover yet." Phil said while running his hands through his folder.

"Ok, but do you think your ready to face your past?"

"You mean my former best friend? No." With that he walked off while the black widow watched him leave.

"He'll be fine Agent Romanov. All of this comes with the job's description." A voice said from behind her. The said agent turned around to see her one-eye patched boss walking towards her.

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Jane woke up from her deep slumber as its time for them to change their location. After Ethan's made a call to HQ, he briefed us on their next set of orders. They were the same. Interrogate and eliminate the black widow. Also capture Phil Coulson and bring him to HQ. The pain inflicters at the headquarters are going to interrogate some information out of Coulson before disposing him. The secretary believes he's still a great asset.

What Jane don't understand is why Coulson betrayed IMF in the first place. He was a great asset and he helped them many times according to Benji. Yes he maybe scary and dangerous but why betray IMF if he was helping them in the first place? Ethan tried to ask more Intel on him, but he was put down by the new analyst. Told him his job was to capture him & bring him to HQ, not question the secretary's decisions. To be honest, the new analyst is a asshole. If Jane ever got the chance, she would gut him with her bullets.

Since then, it's been two weeks and they have been trailing Nancy Rushman. She has been moving a lot. Sometimes to change hotels or sometimes to kill someone. They have already received three reports of dead bodies found where she usually visits. Jane knows that Ethan has been patient. He's trying to find a good opportunity to strike, whenever they think they have it, it always slips out of their hands. Like the time, they had planned to capture the Russian assassin but found themselves empty when they reached her location. Instead they had to fight some rough gangs because someone told them that Ethan & his team were hired to kill them. It was a narrow escape but they did it. It's was like the black widow already knew about their plans. But that was impossible.

Shrugging the though of a traitor, she stretched her hands out to pick up her coffee. Yum. She loves the sweet smell of coffee and the bustling of a cafe. She sat on her chair outside underneath an umbrella of a Mexican coffee shop. Sipping onto her sweet liquid, she recalled how Ethan gave them a small break to charge their batteries up. Jane chose to use her break outside. She watched as parades of Mexican dancers moved around the road. Bands playing their music for the grand festival. Tourists waving and taking clicks of the amazing celebration. Sometimes Jane thinks, if her life was normal, she would have been living in Mexico. The energy in the air, the happy faces of people always seemed to cheer her up.

As she watched the view, she felt someone tap her back. She turned around to see a lovely blonde women with glasses asking if she could join. Nodding happily, the lady pulled a seat across Jane. She was wearing a long white dress with blonde hair braided with flowers peaking between her strands.

"Hey. You liking the view? It's one of the special grand celebrations here in Mexico." The lady replied in a sweet voice.

"I'm Oktober by the way." She said while shaking hands with Jane.

"Jessy." Jane replied easily. Fake identities is very agents speciality.

"Sorry to barge in, its just your table has the best view. And I love these kind of celebrations." She breathed excitingly.

"No it's fine. I'm new here. They are really amazing." Jane replied. That was technically the truth. She didn't know much about Mexico.

"It's fun to see how everyone's happy. It makes you forget your worries. You've got a nice top by the way." Oktober said sweetly.

Jane turned her attention on the women, she looked like a goddess. She could feel everyone's eyes on the blonde lady. But Jane didn't care. She was happy at the fact that she was talking to a normal person.

"Thanks." The two ladies continued their conversation. They ended up talking about the rich culture of Mexico before going on boys. Jane felt perfectly happy to finally be talking to a women about views on boys. Living with boys all her life, she really needed a girl talk. She got all her frustration out. She didn't exactly tell her new friend everything but told her confused feelings and it kinda helped. Oktober was a great listener. It seemed like they have known each other for years.

Soon it was time for Jane to leave, so she bid goodbye to Oktober before making her way out of the shop. Before she could cross the road, she heard her name call out. Jane turned around to see Oktober waving happily. Jane did the same before realising that Oktober called out her real name. She looked back up again at Oktober to only see her smirking. Jane saw how Oktober pulled out her glasses to reveal her green eyes. Everything clicked inside Jane. The structure, the eyes. The peeking of red strands in Oktober's blonde hair.

Oktober pointed towards Jane's purse. Jane opened it to find a small silver blade with red linings on it. It had a carving in Russian. Also a note.

A small gift for a potential widow. You're one of the few who managed to find me without any visuals. You're a good agent. You have the potential to do more. Accept it. As it will come handy one day.

From your lovely spider

Jane was shocked. 'Potential widow?'. She looked back up to find Oktober gone. Jane doesn't know what to think of this meeting but there is one thing she's absolutely sure. She just met the real black widow and was complimented by the world's deadliest assassin.