So... first update in awhile. Sorry about that. Anyway, same excuse as always, I've been really busy.

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Natasha sat down in the chair curling up into Clint. She rested her head on his chest and he put his chin on her head. After what happened with Bobbi, no one was surprised when they started acting like a couple. They especially weren't that surprised when they told them that Natasha was pregnant. Because maybe they had never verbally admitted that they were involved with each other, it was obvious from the beginning. Between the lingering glances and the banter over the Comm. during missions it was pretty damn obvious.

"I need you guys to do something for me," Natasha said not looking away from the movie playing television.

"I am not seducing a rich man for you while you are on leave," Tony stated.

"That's not what I was suggesting," Natasha said. "It's a personal mission and Fury already approved it."

"What is it?" Steve asked.

"If it has anything to do with you childhood, I'm not doing it. After what happened in Russia, I'm pretty happy with keeping demons in the closet," Tony cut in.

"Technically, he wasn't involved in my childhood."

"What do you mean 'technically,'?" Clint asked.

"Who are we tracking and killing?" Steve asked.

"You aren't killing anyone," Natasha replied. "You are tracking Dmitry Romanoff and brining him to me."

"What do you want with him," Clint asked. "He's almost as dangerous as you are."

"Because according to the file I stole before I blew up the Red Room, he's my only living relative."

Surprisingly, they all agreed to help out on the mission. Even Bruce was pitching inuch to everyone's dismay it was only working as a co-handler with Natasha making sure no one did anything stupid. It had been almost a year and a half since his last mishap with the other guy and he wasn't willing to break the streak.

Natasha was clad in her widow suit, heavily armed and hair tamed into a pony tail. If you looked closely, you could see her growing stomach; though no one pointed it out for the fear of their lives.

'Testing connections," Natasha said into her headset typing on the laptop in front of her. The team was scattered around the block in the small German town. The van with Natasha, Bruce and a few under-classed agents was parked six blocks away.

"Clear," Clint replied from his perch. "Eye on the target."

"Tony, what is your location?" Natasha asked pulling up the security feed from the cameras Stark had set up that morning.

"Ten miles out, south of target," Stark replied.

"Hawk, eyes on Thor?"

"Yeas, in proximity. Primary Confrontation?"

"Not yet," Natasha said zooming into the feed, narrowing in on her brother. He had the same fiery red hair in perfect curls she did but his eyes were a golden brown and menacing. "Captain, fall back."

"Copy that."

Natasha untangled the headset from her curls and jammed the extra earpiece laying on the desk in her ear. Bruce watched in horror as she opened the door to the van and sprinted down the street, adrenaline already pumping through her veins. Her boots splashed in the puddles from the rain that morning. The door was left swinging on the van as Bruce called after her. The night was dark and damp and there was a slight breeze blowing in that eerie feeling. She ignored the protests from the team shouted over the Comm. Natasha could hear them, but her mind was set and she wasn't about to stop. The decision was impulsive and she had genuinely planned in letting the guys complete the mission.

Then, she saw her brother and it all changed. She lost it and ran after him. She wanted to be the first to speak to him.

"Captain," Natasha said into the Comm. "Open up the east side, stand down and wait for my signal."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Steve asked. "This is really risky."

"I've gotta do this," Natasha whispered crouching down behind a trash bin on the curb. She pulled the beanie over her head to mask her fiery red curls and pulled the tranquillizer gun out of her belt. Over the lid of the bid Natasha peeked at the man walking down the street. She could almost reach out and touch him at one point. Somehow, she managed to level her breathing enough to stay hidden. When he was almost to the end of the block, Natasha stepped out into the middle of the empty street no making a single noise. She kept her hands on her gun as she parted her lips to speak.

"Hey," Natasha said playfully.

Immediately, Dmitry pulled out his gun and held it away from his body pointing it at her. He obviously was uncomfortable with the gun in his big hand. If the Red Room file was right –which it probably was –her brother favored hand to hand combat and a dagger. The gun in his hand wasn't even aimed at her. If he fired the bullet would graze her shoulder at the most.

"Who are you?" He hissed.

"This might give you a hint," Natasha said yanking off her hat using her long fingers to ruffle her curls pulling out the hair-tie. Dmitry gasped as the curls fell around her face and caught in the moon light.

"Who are you," he repeated removing the safety.

"Natasha Romanoff," she replied blankly.

"Impossible, she disappeared twenty years ago."

"So did you," she smirked looking at him evenly, "But you're standing here, too, aren't you?"

"Prove it."

Natasha pulled the bottom of her shirt up to reveal the widow spider tattoo along her rib cage. Her teammates watched confused as she showed her brother the tattoo. They didn't know that all of the Romanoff decedents had black widow brandings on their bodies. It was a family thing; that much she knew. She had picked her name when she ran away because of it. And even Steve was flabbergasted when Dmitry lifted his own shirt revealing his identical tattoo on his hip.

"Proof enough?" She asked. Clint could've sworn there was a hint of hopefulness slipping into her voice, but he could've been mistaken.

"Who took you?"

"Ivan Petrovich. He put me in Red Room and trained me to be a killer. I escaped when I was nine."

"What have you been up to since/"

"I was a contract killer until I was fourteen. SHIELD managed to track me down and recruited me…. sorta."

"So you're a good guy now?"
"I prefer Lawful Evil. There are no good guys in this business, just people with good intentions."

So... what did you think? I kind of liked it. Please, review. I will try to update as soon as I can. I hope you know I love you guys, like a lot. Like, seriously, I love you. I don't know what I would do without my readers. Actually, I do know. I would stop writing. That would be devastating.

Love,

Kaylie