A/n: this is a AU story taking place in the forties, I've always wanted to do an 1940's style story about winter Widow so here I go. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter One- She Looked Right At Me
Natasha Romanoff wasn't you're typical woman which gave her a bad reputation. Natasha was the type of girl who said what she thought no matter the consequence, Natasha liked to have fun, loved to talk. Natasha really only had her best friend Wanda and Wanda's boyfriend, he went by Vision...at this point Natasha didn't remember his real name. Natasha worked as a hair stylist at an abandoned schoolhouse. One day she'd been walking downtown when she saw an abandoned building that caught her eye, Wanda told her it used to be an old school that had been closed in the early 1690's. They had closed the building up due to The Salem Witch Trials, leaders had feared that they were teaching a bunch of future witches and tried to burn the school down. For some odd reason everytime anyone had even attempted to set it on fire, the schoolhouse only stayed. Maybe witches had been real and a protection spell was cast over the building. Maybe it was sheer luck. Whatever the reason was, Natasha was glad having found a place that could just be her's. Natasha had named it "Little Red's"...being the first female hair stylist in Russia gave her a "troublesome " edge...people always talked about how "mental" she was. Natasha's own family had disowned her long ago but, she never let the gossip phase her because she knew the type of woman she was. Just because Natasha stood up for herself and did what she wanted to do, that made her wrong for it.
"Nat, I'm not going out with you tonight. You know that's not really me anyway." Wanda Maximoff's voice rang through her phone as Natasha spoke through the black rotary phone on her in table in the main room of her apartment.
"Wanda please? If men see you next to me, then they'll actually want to talk to me." She begged.
"Darling please, you're hot. I've been scrubbing our ancestors down all day. 12 hours. I'm dreadfully exhausted. I know you'll attract men wherever you go. Please be careful though, I don't want to deliver a baby right now." Wanda worked as a caregiver for the elderly, it's not that she hated elderly people...it's just that she absolutely HATED her job.
"Fine...have fun galavanting with sir Vision." Natasha rolled her emerald green eyes.
"I love you." Wanda chuckled.
"I guess I love you, too." Natasha laughs before hanging up the phone, and heading towards the shower. After washing her hair and herself she wraps a fluffy red towel around herself and pads from her bathroom to her small bedroom.
"Wanda usually helps me pick out something to wear...I hope I don't look ugly." She mumbles to herself opening the small closet, trying to find something.
"I really need more clothes because-damn." Natasha passed by six dresses deciding they were just hideous.
"Aha! Here's something." The crimson haired woman smiled, lifting out a sexy Black mini dress with black lace at the chest with sleeves only at the shoulders, there was a black belt at the middle and big black buttons down the skirt part of the dress. Then, Natasha went back to the bathroom to dry her hair. After it was dried she curled her crimson locks and applied minimal makeup, then goes into the main room to grab her black coat.
"If I don't catch a male companion tonight, god is certainly messing with me." She smirked going out the door, locking up her apartment and walking out.
"Hmmm where should I go tonight?" She taps her chin in thought.
"Yakor. That's where I'll go, they'll be hopping at eight o'clock on a Friday night." Natasha nods walking to the bar and taking a seat at the bar.
James "Bucky" Buchanan Barnes was a soldier, or at least he would be. Steve Rogers his best friend had been drafted already but, Bucky had signed up because the two had made a pact when they were mere children. If one of them was drafted, the other had to go too. Bucky was to be shipped out in five Weeks...so he was just trying to enjoy his free time before everything got serious. That Friday night the young soon-to-be soldier walked into Yakor scanning the bar, before deciding to sit at the far end of the bar.
"Scotch on the rocks." Bucky nods at the barkeep, forcing a smile. Bucky glanced over the crowd feeling like someone was looking at him so, he turned his body to see who it was. Bucky jumped in surprise at seeing the crimson haired beauty looking at him as he crashed to the floor, hearing her soft giggle.