A/N: This may or may not be the end of the action… still not sure. But be ready for feels in upcoming chapters and Clintasha friendship.

If you've never retreated to the solitude of a dark room and listened to Beethoven's Ninth from start to finish, you know nothing. For music is a transcendental exploration of human emotion and experience, the very fabric of life in its purest form

Classical music drifts from the ball room as Natasha enters the building. It's a large opera house with two event halls on either side of the main theater. Handing her coat to the coat check, she glances around before making her way into the ball room. Her red curls are elegantly pinned up, the long black dress hugging her in all the right places. With her clutch in hand she makes her way towards the bar. Green hues scan the crowed for a tall, lean man. He must be in his thirties, give or take a couple of years. He wore glasses and had brown eyes. At least that what the pictures online depicted him like.

"Wine, please" The Russian language falling from her tongue as if she spoke it every day.

Casually she scanned the crowd before glancing up at the second level. The second level was a large balcony like section which held booths. Seven booths, a couple of men sitting there had laptops and where clearly discussing something important.

Taking the wine glass she pressed the rim of it to her lips, only to feel a tap on her shoulder moments later.

"Excuse me ma'am, Mr. Veslovsky wants to speak to you" The Russian voice boomed.

Damn it. He had spotted her before she could even locate him. He was probably on the second level. Setting the glass down, Natasha grabbed her clutch and followed the man. Unknown to everyone in the room, inside her clutch she had her Widow Bites.

Carefully she picked up the hem of her black dress as they climbed the stairs that led to the second level. Passing three booths, she found herself stopping at the group of men she had spotted not even five minutes ago. Except the man on the farthest side was none other than Sergei.

"Natalya, have a seat. Gentlemen excuse us" His English with no accent what so ever.

The men got up and grabbed their laptops before leaving them alone. Reluctantly Natasha sat down.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to come work for me. You were the best in your group, no one was able to surpass your marks"

Best in your group. Meaning she was the only one alive from her group because she had been forced to kill them all. Including Alina.

"How-"

"How do I know about the Red Room and all those details about you?" Sergei asked as he leaned back in the seat. "Because my grandfather was the reason you and all those girls where in that program in the first place. Andrei Volkov, was the psychology doctor whose program was responsible for you and all the girls in the Red Room."

It clicked in her mind, finally making scenes. Sergei knew about her and all those details because his grandfather had kept his own records of everything. Now he wanted her to join him in the remaking of the Red Room program. He wanted her to train the girls he got. Train them like they had trained her.

"There is no record of him having children"

"His wife had my mother at home, thus no record exists."

"I won't do it…That's not me anymore"

A teasing smile curled at his lips, "Love really has softened you, Natalya Emotions are weakness, don't you know that?"

"I won't do it" She replied firmly as she stood up.

"Take her away, gentlemen"

Behind her two large men grabbed her by her arms and dragged her down the stairs, "Don't make a scene" One said as she kicked at him.

Fine. She wouldn't make a scene, having already seen the USB Sergei slipped into his pocked, all she needed to do was get it. She got the impression that he wasn't the type to trust others with his creation. Hopefully he wasn't like his grandfather and had made a copy of it. She hoped that Sergei trusted technology enough not to make a copy.

Idiots. She thought as they tossed her the coat closet, they didn't bother taking her clutch away. Nor lock the door. Pushing the door, she felt it hit one of them. They're standing just outside She thought as she dug two charged Widow Bites from her clutch. Slipping them under the door she heard two bodies fall to the floor. Opening the door, she bent down and searched them for guns. Strangely enough they didn't have any, they did however each have a knife. Grabbing one of the knives, she cut the bottom half of her dress, just above her knees. Making her way back to the ball room, she noticed the guests had gathered around a small stage.

"Welcome! Glad every one of you could make it. What I'm about to share with you is not new, It is a way of creating a new breed of weapons. Human weapons" Sergei proudly said in Russian form where he stood behind the podium.

Natasha didn't want to hear the rest of his speech. He was going to reboot the Red Room program and turn them into 'weapons'. Quickly making her way to the side of the stage she took off her heels and pulled two Bites out. Sliding both across the smooth wooden surface, they electrocuted him, causing people to gasp and shots to be fired. As people screamed and frantically pushed towards the exits, Natasha rushed across the stage and grabbed the USB from his pocket before dashing into the frantic crowd.

Pretending to be utterly afraid and in shock, she screamed and frantically looked around as they made their way out into the cold Russian night.

Clinging to one of the guards she cried and shook.

"What happened? Why were they shooting at us?" she asked, as tears ran down her cheeks.

"It is alright ma'am, let me get you a car" Steering her down the steps, he hailed a cab and set her shaking body in the back seat.

"Wherever she needs to go" The guard said as he tossed the driver a couple of bills before closing the door. As soon as the door closed, the tears stopped and she relaxed feeling the USB in her hand.

Mission accomplished She thought to herself as she gave the driver the directions to her hotel.

To Be Continued. . .