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Natasha took the long trek to where she was meeting Deadpool; they had 'released' the individual who had attempted to kidnap Kristina a few days ago. They were tracking him and he was stupid-enough to go straight to his main base. She crouched down as she got to the location and rolled her eyes when she saw Deadpool taking a nap, she whacked his leg.

Deadpool sat up, "About time, I thought I was going to have to start this party without you." He pulled out two guns, checking them before putting them away, "Ready to rock and roll?"

"You were supposed to be doing surveillance on the place-not napping. Do you even know how many people are in there?" Natasha questioned.

He shrugged, "I like a surprise."

"You like a surprise?" Natasha repeated, her eyebrows furrowed together.

Deadpool tilted his head as he sat up, "Yeah! What's the point in knowing what you're going to walk into? It's like going to a party, you don't want to do the same thing every time! If that was the case, I'd be sober."

Natasha sighed, maybe working with a guy known as the 'merc with the mouth' wasn't the best idea. "They guy who we tracked here… I want to kill him." She informed him deciding to get back to the mission, "Ready?"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why do you want to kill that guy?" He asked her.

"Because he tried kidnapping my kid," Natasha replied. "Now, let's go." She said standing up and making her way into the building; it was too quiet for her liking, but that changed quickly as the door in front of her opened to reveal a male in his fifties-he didn't seem to realise she was there. When he looked up, a state of shock appeared on his face as he quickly pulled out a gun.

Natasha knew it would be easier to simply pull out her gun and shoot him in the head, but instead she waited patiently for the gun to be pointed at her before kicking it out of his hand with her leg, "That the best you've got?" she challenged.

"What do you want?" the male asked.

"Your group kidnapped and tortured my…" she stopped for a second, wondering what Clint was to her. "Partner and attempted to kidnap my daughter."

The man shifted awkwardly for a moment before glaring at her, "Yeah, and we'd do it again-but this time, we'd kill them both!"

"Those are your last words," Natasha informed him before jumping and kicking him in the mouth. She heard the crack of his jaw before breaking his neck and stepping over him, there shouldn't be more than seven people here. Six now. She made her way to circle the main room, wanting to make sure none of them got away-she didn't feel like having to hunt down and kill them.

Pulling out a knife as she heard footsteps as she neared the end of her circle, she ducked into the room and embedded her knife in the upper leg of a male, checked his face and then snapped his neck too. She pulled the knife out of his leg, wiped his on his top before walking into the main room. She noted that deadpool was having fun fighting against one male, having killed two already. Her eyes left him and to the male who was hanging upside down in the middle of the room-it was him; the one who dared to even talk to her daughter.

Deadpool kicked the male in the stomach, sending him backwards with force against the wall and looked at her, "I got him for you; free of charge!" He bent down into a bow before turning and jumping on the final man.

"That makes six, double check that there's no more," Natasha ordered as she approached the male she noticed how he was unharmed, with blood rushing to his head. He was only tied up by one leg. "Any last words?"

"You're making a mistake, my employer will kill you,"

Natasha bent down, so that their heads were level, "Your employer can try, but he'll fail. I've known him for a long time, you've known him for a week."

"Three weeks."

"You're more stupid than I could imagine," Natasha commented as she stood and stabbed him in the stomach. It wasn't a serious wound as she didn't want to give him a quick death. Kristina had bruises on her arm-that was unacceptable. She took a step back and threw the knife up, successfully cutting the rope with one throw.

He fell to the ground with a thud, he landed on his head and Natasha was worried for a second that he broke his neck. But then he moved. A smile made its way to her lips as he kicked him onto his back, pulled out her gun and fired. She bent down and grabbed his hair, making him look at her, "Did that hurt?" she asked him sweetly.

"Bitch."

Natasha held onto his short hair more firmly as her other digged into his leg and retrieved the bullet, "Don't want to waste a bullet on you."

"You going to bore me to death with your talking?" He spat.

"I was going to gouge out your eyes and force feed you them, but your idea could work," she mused before pulling out her knife. When his hand moved, she grabbed it and twisted it painfully until he was on his stomach with his arm pinned behind him. She noted that Deadpool had killed the male he was fighting and was currently out of the room. As she stroked her knife down his back, she felt her phone buzz and pulled it out, a frown made it's way to her face as she rejected the call. With one swift movement, she dropped his arm, pulled out her gun and shot him in the head before pulling out her phone and took pictures of the now deceased men.

"There's nobody else here," Deadpool informed her as he walked back in, swinging a sword in his hand. "You killed him rather quickly, I would have tortured him for hours if he touched my daughter."

Natasha looked at him, she was trying to work out if that was a general comment or if he was talking about having a daughter, "The longer I'm here, the less time I am with my daughter."

"How old is she?" Deadpool inquired as they both walked from the room.

Natasha wasn't sure why he was suddenly interested in a conversation, he didn't seem like the type, but answered anyway, "Ten."

"We should set up a playdate, my little girl is eight, and there's not many people I trust to hang out with her," Deadpool informed her casually.

She looked up at him, "Sure, we'll probably be in New York a while, staying at Stark's Tower."

"Great, Tuesday? I'll drop her off," he replied, actually making the plans. She nodded in agreement, not really believing that it would happen, but Kristina having a friend whose Dad would be willing to kill somebody if they tried to hurt them, would be handy. Natasha was pretty bored of doing background checks and surveillance on every person Kristina comes in contact with.

They both separated not long after that, both with different destinations, unfortunately, Natasha's destination wasn't Stark's Tower-although, she wished it was. But she still had business to take care of.

She slid out her phone and called Alexi back as she made her way down the street, she could have easily gotten picked up, but she didn't want to involve anybody she cared about. Unfortunately, most of the people she worked with currently, she cared of; and she hated that. Which is why she brought Deadpool in, in the first place.

"Hello," Alexi answered after a few rings.

"It's Natasha, have you got what I need?" she asked.

"I do, I can be live in a few minutes if you want," he offered.

Natasha stopped for a moment, "Live?" she asked him before walking at a quicker pace.

"Yes, I think live footage will get him off your back quicker than a photo; let me know when you're ready and I'll give you the web address."

"Okay, give me ten," she said before hanging up and setting off in a jog.

It only took her five minutes for her to get to one of the undercover apartments she maintains for emergencies-she was planning on selling this one anyway. Then a further two minutes to set everything up, she dropped Alexi a text and upon receiving the web address, opened it up ready.

Then, she called Boris.

"I knew you couldn't stay away," Boris greeted, the smirk on his face evident through his voice.

"I have a something for you, turn on your laptop," Natasha ordered. She stared at her screen until his came active, then quickly hacked it, turned on his camera and her camera, She hung up, "This is something I should say face-to-face."

"You ready to come back?"

"I didn't kill that politician," Natasha revealed with a smirk and his face fell. "I did kill these people though…" she started before holding her phone to the camera and flicking through the pictures. "You sent people after the people I care about. That will stop right now, if you ever even consider hurting them, there will be consequences."

Boris scoffed, "You've gone soft if you think I cared about them, you just saved me a couple thousand dollars!"

Natasha was almost offended with how little he appeared to have to pay, but didn't let it show, "If you come after the people I care about, I'll come after the people you care about." She saw him smirk, but before he was able to reply, she turned of her camera and showed him who Alexi was holding. She could see his expression changed instantly.

"Don't you dare touch-"

"This is your only warning," Natasha threatened before turning all of the camera's off. She instantly unplugged and took the battery out of her laptop and called Alexi. "Let them go, but keep an eye on them for a few weeks."

"I will, as an apology for what happened," Alexi said. "Can we meet?"

"I don't have time to come to Russia," Natasha answered as she stood up and prepared to leave. "I will contact you if I need a current location on them, but apart from that, our contact with each other is over."

"Natalia… Natasha, please, you have to understand why I faked my death. It was an order, I had no choice," Alexi pleaded.

Natasha knew she was the only one who knew this side of Alexi and it appeared that he was still the same guy she knew, even though everybody else things he's changed. "There is always a choice. But nothing can happen between us. We ended when you faked your death, when I mourned my husband. I've moved on, Alexi."

"Moved on? Are you married?" He asked, a hurt strain to his voice.

"No. But I'm with… I have a daughter. A little girl," Natasha informed him. She had trusted Alexi with her life, with her heart a long time ago and hoped she didn't regret trusting him with this piece of information. However, she knew that if she didn't tell him, he'd probably find out soon.

"Congratulations," Alexi replied after a long silence. "If you or your daughter need anything… you'll always be my wife, even if I am not your husband. Прощай моя любовь."

"До свидания, Alexi. Я надеюсь, что вы найдете свой кусок," she replied before hanging up the phone. Saying goodbye to him was harder than she wanted to believe, but she removed the battery from her phone and destroyed it anyway. He had no way of contacting her. Although, if she was honest with herself, she knew that he would be able to contact her if he really wanted to.

She had discovered he was alive when he turned up on one of her solo missions, he had somehow tracked her down after hearing about a threat against her. Of course, she was about to go straight into a trap, but that didn't change the fact that he just turned up without warning. It had been thirteen years since he had died, thirteen years in which he could have told her he was alive.

Natasha knew that her life would have been very different if he hadn't fakes his death or if she had discovered he was alive within the first two years she believed he was dead. Because, a week after his two year anniversary of death, she met Clint, left KGB and joined S.H.I.E.L.D. If she knew he was alive, she wouldn't have even considered it.

Natasha's eyes were closed as she slept lightly, she felt somebody move her arm and pulled out her gun pointing it directly at them as her eyes opened. The glare on her face instead disappeared when she realised it was just Clint and she put her gun away before unwrapping her other arm from around Kristina to allow Clint to pick her up. She watched as Clint carried Kristina out of the room, obviously to put her to bed.

She stifled a yawn as she sat up fully, she couldn't remember the exact moment she had fallen asleep, but noted that the movie she had been watching with Kristina had ended.

A few minutes later, Clint walked back in and sat next to her, "You seem a lot more relaxed than I expected."

Natasha looked up at him, "I sorted out the problem, we won't be getting any visitors from Boris."

"How did you manage that?" Clint asked curiously.

"I discovered that he had somebody that he cared for, used it against him," she replied easily, no remorse at all in her actions of resorting to the same thing he did.

Clint nodded, not against her decision either, "How did you manage to find them?"

"I have a contact in Russia…"

"Ah, yes. Alexi… the person you told that Kristina was a friend's kid," Clint said, obviously not happy about her saying that.

"You're my friend, and she's your child, I did not lie," Natasha defended slightly, not wanting to be called out on denying Kristina as her own child at the instance.

"I think I'm more than just your friend, Natasha," Clint observed, not accepting her response.

Natasha took a breath, she had thought about telling Clint about Alexi since discovering he was alive two years ago, but hadn't-it had never come up. But, she couldn't deny that they were talking about him and that he had come up. It didn't matter what she wanted, he deserved to know. "I didn't tell him about Kristina at the time because I needed him focused on the mission-it would have just rattled with his brain."

Clint offered her a confused look, he thankfully didn't say anything, but his look showed he wanted an explanation.

"I told him after the mission was completed," she informed him, she thought of the best way to reveal this bit of information but he was still going to react in the same way. "When I worked for the KGB, I got married… I thought he had died a couple of years later, but he hadn't-"

"You married Alexi?"

"Yes… and technically, we never got a divorce, because he's dead. Officially, we're not married anymore," she attempted to explain, however, it sounded like a pathetic excuse and explanation-one that she wouldn't even expect. Hopefully, Clint was not like her in this instance. She watched him carefully, dreading his reaction.

To be continued.

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