Chapter Seven: Black Mamba vs. Black Widow
Last time Natasha Romanoff informed Nick Fury about the location of our protagonist who's dealing with her own battles. Internal guilt and external battles after saving a young woman named Evelyn and her young daughter Rebecca. Be sure to follow and review this story also Panic from my other series "A Girl Named Panic" and eventually the sequel "In the Line of Fire, Panic" does exist in Vanya's universe, just an FYI
Evelyn allowed me to take a shower this morning and I spent at least an hour or so in the warm water trying to wash the rest of the temporary dye out of it. I want my auburn hair back because none of these other colors look good on me. When I step out of the shower and put my clothes on I pull out the blow dryer and drying my hair. It's now back to normal color showing the true red color so that's good. As soon as my hair is dry I notice that it's much to quite for an early morning with a family with a young daughter.
Slowly I peel the bathroom do back and see something that catches my eye. A young woman with brown hair tied back in a bun and in a blue jumpsuit holds up a gun and the family hold their hands up, surrendering. There are two other people at her side, both male and not of any threat to me. I have to save this family, it's all my fault they're in this situation in the first place. The woman pulls out a badge but keeps her gun up.
"I am Agent Maria Hill of S.H.I.E.L.D. and I'm looking for a young woman you opened your home up to. Either you cooperate or you will be detained and taken in for questioning."
I pull out the three remaining knives I have and flick my wrist sending the dagger flying. It whistles past Evelyn's ear and she turns back and looks at me, eyes scared. The knife lodges itself in Agent Hill's wrist forcing her to drop the gun. It clatters to the ground and as the one of the other guys scrambles for it and the other reaches for him I'm already at their side of the room. I swing my arm back, slamming the guy in the gut using a large amount of force.
I flick another dagger at the guy who's now bent over trying to retrieve the gun Agent Hill dropped. It lodges itself in his spine and paralyzes him. Only temporarily, when the dagger is removed he'll be able to move but he can't remove it himself. I reach down and curl my glove hidden fingers around the pistol on the floor and look back at the family.
"I'm sorry, I never ment for you to be involved in all this," I say sorrowfully and I hope Evelyn can sense my sorrow too. I bolt from the room and check the gun seeing how many bullets I have. I've got only fourteen shots to fire then I'm out. I run out into the hallway and run into more Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. who I shoot in the head killing all three of them instantly. My feet slap against a set of stairs and soon I reach the rooftop of the apartment complex and make my way to the other side of the roof, nearing its edge when I hear the sound of footsteps that are not mine.
Instantly I spin around and see a woman with shoulder length, curly red hair in a black suit standing ten feet away from me. Her green eyes scan over me and I ball up my hands. I access her, she has guns in holsters around her, and who knows how many hidden on her. Probably a few daggers in her black boots along with something on her wrist.
"Похоже, время истекло, ты идешь со мной (Looks like time has run out, you're coming with me)" she says, her voice fluent in Russian. "Or would you prefer me to say that in English?"
I bite the inside of my cheek, she's trying to egg me on. Make me do something foolish and screw myself by not controlling my emotions but I'm not the foolish teenager she must assume I am. She standing defensively, I can see it so she doesn't think I can't do any damage but she wants me to slip up but I won't, I never do.
"Do I at least get a name?"
She looks at me, frown unchanging. "Natasha, Natasha Romanoff."
Romanoff!? Romanova in Russian my eyes widen. Does this mean that she is my-no! Don't be foolish. I put my eye back at normal open complicity, trying to cover up my accidental display of emotion but I know she caught it. Like mother like daughter I suppose.
Wait, Natasha Romanoff in Russia. I rack through my brain while watching her movements. She was Natalia Romanova of the KGB, trained by the Red Room as well, and is the...
"Black Widow" I say aloud.
"So, people in Russia still do remember me" she says, stepping forward. I step back. She lunges froward and I block her fists and curl my leg back behind her. She slams me in the shoulder. Gritting my teeth I yank my leg back, pulling hers forward.
She attempts to wrap a leg around me waist to roll me over and slam me into the ground but I whip my hand at her leg. She grunts as I rise my leg up and kick her in the stomach.
"Get ready" I hear a make voice, but no one else is on the rooftop. Then I notice the black earpiece in her ear and the man with the bow and arrow on the top of the top of the building beside two houses away. I jump back and she high kick but I duck as her foot swings over my head.
This was a trap all along and I fell right into it but I'm not that stupid, I don't think they know I know. She does a round house kick but I do a butterfly jump and glide over her kick by inches and land on the opposite side of the rooftop.
"I never got your name" Natasha says to me. I sneer before replying.
"Alyssa, Charlize, Sariya," I say. "Take your pick."
"Now!" the male voice shouts as Natasha jumps back off the building and is saved by a man in armor with a metal hammer and a red cape. The man with the arrow fires but he doesn't aim at me, he aims right by me. It hands two feet from me and then I realize that it explodes!
Too late, the arrow explodes into a white and yellow flash of blinding lights and then the world around me feels dizzy and I collapse on the ground and as I slowly give into the darkness I still can't get it out of my head. Is the Black Widow really my mother because it would make total sense. Maybe that's why HYDRA and the Red Room wanted me, because my mother was this master assassin and she turned away from them.
