I own nothing!

Previously…

This is what she did everyday, she had since she got back four months ago. Fury didn't know she had the folder and he probably would've confiscated it if he knew about it.

And finally, she opened it.

Her green eyes ran over the page hungrily terrified to miss anything. The truth, she was drunk on it. There had never been any hope that she would ever find out this much about the family she was supposed to have. Everything she had wondered about was just sitting there typed up so plainly like it was just a high school English paper.

Romanoff

Aleksandra Aristov:

Born: November 30, 1969

Record: Hire assassin

Espionage

Hand Combat

Handy with any kind of weapon

Very Dangerous

Status: TERMINATED-1996

Grigory Romanoff

Born: June 15, 1960

Record: Hand Combat

Hire assassin

Strong with a Gun

Kill on sight

Status: TERMINATED-1993

Dusha Romanoff

Born: September 27, 1989

Record: Hand combat

Easily Angered

Strong with a knife

Hire Assassin

Status: TERMINATED-2007

Dmitry Romanoff

Born: July 1, 1990

Record: Hire Assassin

Patient

Strong with gun

Weak Hand Combat

Status: UNKNOWN

Natasha Romanoff

Born: January 16, 1992

Record: Black Widow Program

Red Room

Strong with any weapon

Hand Combat

Hire Assassin

Espionage

Very Dangerous

Status: Missing: 2001

Her brother could still be out there. Natasha's breathe hitched as it all started to fall into place. Someone she was actually related to might still be alive.

"What the hell do you mean you don't want to get married anymore," Natasha heard Bobbi's shrill scream.

Natasha moved out into the hallway soon enough to see Bobbi throw something that resembled a phone book at Clint. Though it was off aim, Natasha was impressed that she actually managed to get it as far as she did. She figured anger made regular people stronger than they actually were.

"I can't marry you," Clint said calmly.

"Why not," Bobbi hissed through clinched teeth. "Is it because of that bitch?" Bobbi's finger jabbed in her direction. And everything just stopped. "I know she loves you and it's pretty damn obvious you love her."

"Wait a minute," Natasha cut in. "I don't do love."

"Oh, please," Bobbi scoffed. "It's all apart of some stupid act. You grew up just like I did, you went to school and some douche broke your heart so bad that you went all dark."

Before anyone could blink, Bobbi was pressed to a wall with a gun to her head and an angry Natasha ready to press the trigger. The gathered spectators were to shocked to stop the scene unraveling in front of them.

The Widow was feeding off the terror in Bobbi's eyes.

"I wasn't like you growing up, I thought love was a lie when I was growing up, I killed because I needed to live or just because I could. I was a monster, I am a monster. I was kidnapped when I was a child. I didn't have a childhood, I didn't go to football games with my friends. I murdered people, innocent people. What I do isn't an act, it's protection I learned when I was little. Hurt or be hurt. Kill or be killed. Keep everyone out and you will be untouchable."

Bobbi stuttered a response and Natasha backed away from her shoving the gun back in the pocket of Clint's sweatshirt that was draped over her body.

"Leave," Clint spat. "Get your stuff and go."

Natasha stared at her hands not daring to meet anyone's gaze. Everything that had came out of her mouth was true, but that was the first time she had ever said that all together to someone who was going to live. I fact only one man knew that much about her and it had taken him years to get that much about her. Clint. She knew he was staring at her, which was something he always did when she blew up around him. He watched her out of the corner of his eye and unless you knew him well, you wouldn't have noticed it. Steve noticed it, Tony noticed it, and Bobbi who was stumbling down the hall noticed it too.

It was days later and the whole Bobbi thing had blown over. Natasha was on base –unbeknownst to any of the other agents. There were only a few agents running around and she figured it must've been a slow few months with Red Room gone. None of them had realized how big the corporation really was, not even Natasha.

Clint was there too, but he had other business to take of and she doubted he even knew she was there. Natasha had left before the sun was even up. She needed to get into the database now.

If her brother was still out there, SHIELD would have to know something about him. The only problem was that Fury would never let her anywhere near the database after what happened last time she did –she might've accidentally broken SHIELD's database for a few days. And no one she lived with could know what she was after. So it was up to her, that's the way she liked it best; no one to try and stop her.

She sat down at the computer and typed in the one name she had hope for. Dmitry Romanoff. The file came up on the screen and there he was. Everything he had ever been just right there on the screen. Seventeen SHIELD agents had gone in after him, six had come back with severe injury, three were still tracking him down, two had come back dead and the rest were still missing. He was dangerous, but not as dangerous as her.

She could probably find him, easy, but did he want to be found?

And that's it for this chapter. What did you think? I kinda think I'm dragging the story on and on and on. Like, there isn't much more I can do with this story. Should I write a few more chapters and then do a sequel? I guess tell me what you think. Please review, I haven't got a lot lately and I get that you guys have lives outside of fanfics, but I feel like no one out there is actually reading this fic anymore. Is there anyone out there? If so, please tell me.

Love always,

Kaylie